Page 58 of Knot your Good Girl

“Oh... I forgot.”

“Can I ask you something?” she asks.

The sunset captivates me as her words grow hushed. “Ask me anything. I’ll always try to be honest with you.”

“Why don’t you sleep with me?”

My arms tighten around her waist as I drag her backward, and our bodies are flush together. “Do you feel that?” My cock is solid against her back.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“That’s what you do to me. You wouldn’t get any sleep,” I whisper in her ear.

“Do all your omegas sleep in their own nest?”

“No Holly. Now be a good girl and listen. I want your trust before I sleep with you. Because once you’re in my bed, I will want to knot you.”

“Knot me?” she murmurs.

The mere utterance of “knot me” by her causes my pheromones to disperse, and she purrs as she breathes in my scent.

I gently suck her earlobe into my mouth, eliciting her whimpers. “And now I need to deal with my needy girl. Luckily, I employ a beta crew, otherwise I’d need a gun.”

When Holly’s lobe extends out of my mouth, I make a popping sound that makes her laugh. She turns and leans her cheek against my chest. “Thank you for today.”

I take a moment to glance up and stare at the sky. The sun has descended, and the moon is appearing. “Thank you for making it easy, when you could so easily have left me again.”

“I’m yours for ten days,” she says, repeating our agreement. In the past, it didn’t bother me, but now it irritates me.

“You are.” My voice is low against her ear, and one hand lowers to the apex of her thighs. I glide my finger along the edge of her panties, continuing underneath until I feel her heat.

Her palm grips my wrist, she moans as she holds my hand in place and positions herself to take my fingers. I slide my fingertips along her slit, gathering her slick and spreading it to her clit.

My free hand lowers down her body until it reaches her pelvic bone and I stroke over her skin. When my fingernail finds a rough patch, I slide the pad of my index finger over the edge. “What’s this?”

“Birth control,” she says matter-of-factly, moving her body in time with my hand.

I laugh. “You can only get pregnant in heat.”

She chuckles in return. “I know and guess what, I’ve never been in heat. At least, not since my designation came through.”

I press my finger inside her, savoring the sound of her delightful moans. “You prevent your heats? All of them?”

“Of course I do. I live in New York. Imagine going into heat in that city.”

I can’t... She’d be ripped apart.

“Then why do you live in New York?” I ask.

“I needed to get away from California. And what better place to find my alpha? The place where the percentages increase.”

She’s right.

Betas are eight-five percent of this country’s designation, with ten percent being alphas and five percent omegas. Yet in the City of New York, the rate of omegas goes down to three percent and alphas goes up to twenty percent.

I add another finger to her pussy, pressing deep, to the sweet sound of her moans. I don’t know how I haven’t had my dick in this woman yet.

I slide my fingers out of her and spin her until her back is flat against the lounge. I hover over her face, gazing into her eyes, before nuzzling my nose against her cheek to breathe in her fragrance.

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