Page 75 of Knot your Good Girl

I grimace as another jolt of pain radiates from my belly button. My head sinks heavily into the pillow as I let out a groan. “Just fuck me.”

He straddles over me and waits for me to open my eyes. “I will. I’ve got you now, baby girl.”

His words have me right where he needs me. It doesn’t matter right now. I know this is my heat and that’s making his alpha care for his omega… not that I’m his omega.

I return his sweet words with a deep groan and, “Please. Just fuck me. I’m ready.”

I rock my hips against him when I feel his hardness between my thighs.

He chuckles. “Just like that. No foreplay.” I growl and lift my hips higher in a bid to get more friction on my pussy, but he takes my hands in his and presses me against the mattress. “Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’m always a good girl. Nowpleasefuck me.”

He thrusts his dick inside me.

Yes!

My eyes roll back in my head when his knot presses against my core. Teasing me, he comes to a halt, his knot snugly against my clit, and with delicate motions, he applies pressure, igniting a fireworks display behind my closed eyes.

“I want you to beg for it. I want you to beg me to knot you.” His voice is a low rumble that reverberates through my body.

“No,” I groan. Slamming my hips up and taking from him what I can.

He chuckles into my hair as he pulls out of me. “You need it. Now be a good girl for once and ask me nicely, and I’ll reward you.”

The ache in my tummy is coming on strong again and I know soon I’ll be on my knees with my ass in the air, or maybe I’ll be crawling for him. Begging for everything.

He wants me to plead desperately for his knot before reaching the irreversible point. I get it. I’ve heard about it.

Omegas are rampant during their heat. They lose control and take everything they can.

That’s why most omegas hunt for a pack, to make sure they’re catered for at this time.

And here I am with one alpha.

Will he be enough?

He offered me his brothers. Will I want them in the end?

“Do you want my knot, Omega?”

And that got my attention.

I hiss at him in response.

Most omegas love being called their designation. Me, I fucking hate it. I don’t normally cuss, but I know he calls me Omega to get a reaction.

“When I want it, I’ll ask you.” I’m still very much coherent. But I know Aiden wants permission while I am. And for that, I’m grateful. “Please, just fuck me.” My voice takes on a softer tone this time, almost whiny, as I try my best not to sound desperate. “I need... I need you.”

I need to try harder.

“Do you need me?” His voice rises, like he is questioning it himself.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Yes… Alpha,” he growls.

I shoot him an intense glare, but he responds with a light chuckle.

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