Page 77 of Ready or Knot

She scents so strongly in a split second that I can’t help but groan.

“Alpha, please,” she whispers, barely more than a breath. Her hands tighten even further, to the point I’m sure she’s about to break skin. “It hurts, Alpha.”

The complete shift from her using my name to using my designation is both jarring and undeniably arousing. I never thought I’d be one to desire being called Alpha, but here we are.

“Alright, Omega,” I say, tightening my fingers in her hair. She whimpers and wiggles against me. “I can’t knot with you here, though, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flood with tears in the space of a heartbeat, and her lower lip quivers.

“Please,” she whines. She rubs her legs together, and her scent increases, pulling a low moan from me.

Bending down, I press my lips to hers, tangling my hands in her hair. She leans into me, a whine catching in her throat, and I bite at her lip, urging her to open for me. She does with a happy hum, and I’m quick to take her mouth, chasing her tongue with my own. Her scent increases in the space, becoming overwhelming, driving away my sensibilities until I’m left with just the primitive need to knot with my Omega.

I push her back, lowering her to the desktop, letting her hair fan out above her and over the other edge. Her chest is flushed, her breaths coming faster as I run my hands up her thighs and encourage her knees farther apart. In the distance, I hear someone laugh, and it’s just enough to snap the haze.

Ignoring her whine, I step away from her, shutting the door but leaving it unlocked for Carter. When I turn back to her, I find her slipping her hand under her skirt, pushing it up to her hips as she runs a finger over her clit. She squirms, the sensation clearly not enough to appease her heat even this early on—and it should.

Fuck.

This is going to be rough.

Faedra squirms on the desk, a whine building in her throat. I palm her thigh, pushing it open against the wood before running my tongue along her soft skin to the edge of her panties. She pushes her hips into me, grabbing my hair as she whines again. Slick runs down her thighs, and her cunt is drenched when I push her panties to the side, baring her to me. Her hands tighten, scraping along my scalp, and I don’t hesitate, sucking her clit into my mouth, smirking when her hips lift off the desk.

All thoughts of being quiet are gone, her moans filling the room nearly as thoroughly as her scent, her body jerking with each change of my touch, each thorough swipe of my tongue along her. The orgasm rushes over her in a matter of moments, her body already strung tight from the force of her heat.

“Alpha,” she cries, her voice breaking, and I push two fingers into her, curling them as I suck her clit again. Her back bows as she gasps, her legs tightening around my head, her feet pressing into my back as a second orgasm rips through her.

The door clicks open, and I glance up, not pausing my movements when I see Carter quickly stepping into the office and leaning against the door. She relaxes against the desk, and I release her, wiping my hand on her skirt. Carter’s frowning as I help her sit up, her eyes still glazed over, her cheeks and neck flushed a gorgeous deep red.

“Already?” he asks, and I nod. He mutters a curse, and Faedra turns to look at him, her scent doubling over again, and he grunts like he’s been punched. “Let’s get you to your nest, little Omega. You’ll have as much of me as you want there, alright?”

Faedra purses her lips, pouting, and I lift her into my arms bridal style, chuckling when she looks away from Carter in favor of burying her face in my shoulder, her teeth biting at the pulse point at the base of my neck.

Carter guides us to the staff lot, and I cock an eyebrow.

“I had Amanda drop me so we don’t have to figure out getting two cars back. Get her in the back,” he instructs, opening the door for me. Once I have her situated, her eyes roving over both of us, her teeth biting into her lip, Carter leans in and whispers, “If she’s like this, she’ll need to knot before we get her home. You want to be the one she pounces?”

“Yes, but I’ll drive since it’s my car,” I say, walking around the back of the crossover and getting into behind the wheel while Carter arranges himself next to her.

Thirty

FAEDRA

My body is on fire. Every inch of my skin burns, and my clit is so sensitive I can feel my heartbeat in it, the added throbbing making me rub my thighs together, a desperate whine escaping from between my lips while my Alphas talk outside of the car.

Why are they outside? Why aren’t they with me? Can’t they tell I need them?

My hand creeps down my belly, intent on relieving the ache already building between my legs again, when the doors open and my Alphas get in the car.

Except only one of them sits next to me, the other one turning on the car and focusing on driving. I pout, whining, and Carter tucks my hair behind my ear, his touch gentle but making my nipples harden anyway. I twist into him, straddling him before he can tell me no, holding my skirt up enough that it doesn’t get caught between us. He doesn’t stop me as I work at his belly and slacks, my movements growing more frantic as the seconds pass, that haze from before starting to settle over me again.

The moment his cock is free, I’m adjusting so that I can lower myself, moving fast enough that he hisses, his hands squeezing my hips. My hips nestle against his, and I sigh, tilting my head back. I’m lost to the sensations, driven by a primitive need that I don’t understand, but Carter doesn’t seem to mind. His lips run over my throat, and his tongue traces my collar bones. He grunts when I lower myself onto his cock again, harder then before, whining when it doesn’t relieve the ache.

“You need more, little Omega,” he says, a statement rather than a question, but I whine in answer anyway. He snaps his hips up into me as he forces my hips down, the head of his cock hitting a spot that makes me scream. And he doesn’t stop, his movements unrelenting, my toes curling as my orgasm inches closer.

“Please,” I beg, my eyes fluttering shut. “Oh, god, please.”

He doesn’t circle my clit. He doesn’t play with my nipples. He simply tightens his hold on my hips and forces me faster, the wet sounds of us joining drowning out the sounds of the car. He grunts as he comes, his lips pressed just under my ear. I’m confused as I feel his cock twitch, my body strung so tight I’m sure I’m going to be pulled apart at the seams.

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