Page 66 of Knot Your Karma
“Especially then,” they say in unison.
My heat is far from over—I can already feel hunger building again, warmth pooling low in my belly as my body prepares for the next round. But for the first time since my presentation, I’m not afraid of what my biology demands.
Because I have them. My pack. My home. My future.
And they have me, completely and utterly.
Everything is exactly as it should be.
So I let go.
Adrian
I wakeup to something wet and perfect wrapped around my cock. My eyes snap open to find Karma’s mouth stretched around me, auburn hair wild across my thighs as she works me with desperate, clumsy movements that have nothing to do with skill and everything to do with heat-driven need.
Her scent hits me like walking face-first into a wall—vanilla and sea salt so thick I can taste it, so desperate it makes everything else disappear.
Heat. Full heat. Omega in biological extremity.
“Christ,” I growl, my hand instinctively fisting in her hair. Something primal stirs in my chest, responding to her desperation. “Sweetheart, what are you?—”
She pulls off with a wet sound, saliva connecting her lips to my dick, pupils blown black with heat haze. When she tries to speak, the words come out fragmented, broken.
“Couldn’t—can’t sleep—heat won’t—” She pants, voice wrecked from hours of claiming. “Need alpha scent—need pack—need you—Adrian, please?—”
The broken speech does something to my control. This isn’t my chatty omega who overthinks everything—this isheat taking over completely, burning away everything except need.
Everything sharpens into focus. The flush on her chest. How she’s shaking. How ready she is again even after hours of this.
Something primal wakes up in response to her need.
“Heat’s got you all turned around, doesn’t it?” I rumble, voice dropping to registers I don’t normally use. My hand tightens in her hair until she whimpers—not with pain, but with omega satisfaction at alpha authority. “Human shame’s all gone. Just pure need.”
“Can’t help—biology stupid—” she gasps, trying to get her mouth back on my cock with single-minded determination. “Please alpha—let me—need to?—”
Her broken words snap something in me. The part of me that always thinks everything through twice? Yeah, that’s gone. Something older takes over. Something that sees omega in heat and responds with simple imperatives.
Claim. Protect. Satisfy. Mine.
“Easy,” I murmur, but my voice carries new authority as I haul her up my body with construction-strong arms. She’s naked, completely uninhibited by heat, slick dripping down her thighs where the pack’s claiming left her loose and ready. “Gonna take care of everything you need.”
She nods frantically, grinding against my thigh with movements that are pure instinct. The friction makes her whimper, and the sound triggers something primitive in my hindbrain.
Rut doesn’t care about gentle progression or careful preparation. Rut sees my desperate omega and demands immediate response.
“Adrian—need you—” she sobs, and the way she says my name—broken, desperate, completely trusting—makes my scent spike sharp enough to taste. “Heat makes everything—can’t think—just need?—”
“I know what you need,” I rumble, sliding two fingers into her without warning. She’s still loose from earlier, hot and slick and desperate. My omega. Pack omega. Not just any heat—this is Karma, and rut or no rut, she deserves everything I can give her.
But gentle’s not what either of us needs right now. My fingers work her with more demand than usual care, stretching her while my thumb finds her swollen clit.
“Still ready from earlier,” I growl, voice rougher than usual. “Still desperate for more. Heat won’t let you rest until every alpha has satisfied you properly.”
“Always—during heat—” she pants, grinding down on my fingers with omega determination. The heat haze makes her bold, shameless in ways that human-Karma would never be. “Body knows—needs pack—needs to be?—”
She can’t finish the sentence, heat fragmenting her thoughts into desperate pieces.
“Needs to be what?” I add a third finger, stretching her while rut makes my own patience fray. “Tell your alpha what your body’s demanding.”
