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Story: Love Me Knot: Part One

“Fuck, you can’t say that to me right now,” he groans.

“No? How about this?” I twist, straddling his lap and pulling his face to mine. The kiss steals my pain, morphing it into something sweet. Our scents, which have been dancing around us in a cloud of turmoil disappear under the heavy scent of desire.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Dez whispers, hands roving my skin. “Tell me I can have you.”

I want this courtship to go right so badly, it feels like a portend of doom. Like wishing too hard is a surefire way to get the opposite of what I desire and I fucking desire Pack Morgan. I love the way they lavish attention on me, how they anticipate my needs before I do, how they’ve centered their world around me, even as I told them not to.

I can’t imagine walking away now. Not when it’s so obvious that this is how things were supposed to be from the beginning.

Dez knows it, too. He presses gentle nips and drugging kisses on my lips, pulling me close until I’m nearly panting in his lap.

“Come on, little muse. Give me what I want.”

Me. He wants me.

“Only if I can have you, too.”

Dez’s smile flashes. “You’ve had me from the moment we met.”

“Then the next time you want your omega, I better come home to a naked alpha in my nest.”

Those brown eyes burn, soft kisses turning heated as he shows me how much he likes that idea. Every touch amps me up more our hips grind, breaths fogging the late night air between us.

“Take me home, Dez. I want to make the nest smell like us.”

“Please.” He sounds tortured beneath me, cock hard and rubbing just where I need. I’m so ready to have it inside me again that I nearly pull it out, but the next time I want his body in my sheets, his scent in my room.

“Home. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

We make quick work of the trash, stopping randomly for a kiss or a touch or a too long grind before stumbling into the car. The moment I’m in my seat, I drop my sweats to my knees until I’m dripping slick across the leather.

“Fuck me,” Dez groans, leaning into the car and watching as my hand slips between my thighs.

“I can’t wait,” I whine, tracing my clit with a groan. “Get in and drive.”

“With pleasure.” He races around the hood, sliding into the seat and pulling out fast. Once we’re on the main road, he palms my thigh, spreading it so he can feel everything for himself. “That’s right, little muse. Drench the seat for me. I want to smell you everywhere I go.”

“Hurry up.”

“We’ll be home soon,” he soothes, stroking my flesh with sure, damning touches. “Hope you’re not tired because I’ve got plans for you.”

A LITTLE HELP FROM A FRIEND

DAPHNE

Dez keepshis fingers buried in my pussy the whole way home. Whenever I’m close to coming, he pulls back. Normally, I love his games, but I’ve been patient enough. If this man doesn’t give me an orgasm, I’m going to scream.

By the time we pull into the duplex, I’m covered in sweat and shaking. My whimper fills the silence of the car for all of a second before my door’s ripped open and I’m in my alpha’s arms.

“I know, baby.”

“The food,” I gasp as he rushes me toward my place. Because that’s apparentlyveryimportant to my lust-addled brain.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Struggling to unlock the door, Dez grinds me over his tented shorts, giving me hints of what I’m dying for but not enough. I wonder if it will everbeenough with these men.

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