Page 23 of Down Knot Out (Pack Alphas of Misty Pines #3)

I crawl back up his body until we’re face to face, close enough that I can count each of his eyelashes.

“Dominic Sterling, I am not going to take this back. I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and pretend this didn’t happen.

You are my Alpha. You’ve always been my Alpha, even when I was too hurt to admit it. ”

His breath catches, and the uncertainty melts from his expression. His hands come up to frame my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “Say it again.”

“You’re my Alpha,” I repeat, the words sounding right in my mouth after waiting years to speak them aloud. “And I’m your Omega.”

He pulls me down for a kiss filled with heat and hunger, his lips claiming mine with a desperation that matches the quickening beating of my heart. When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.

“Now.” I quickly kiss his lips before moving back down his body. “Will you please let me suck your cock?”

A groan rumbles through his chest. “When you put it like that…”

This time when I reach for his boxers, he lifts his hips to help me slide them down. His erection springs free, hard and flushed where it rests on his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight of him, thick and long, with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

I settle between his legs, pushing his thighs farther apart to fit between them.

The scent of him here intoxicates me, citrus and musk and pure Alpha pheromones that make the Omega in me purr with satisfaction.

I rub my face into the juncture of his thigh, breathing him in, letting his scent coat my skin.

His hand tangles in my hair again, this time with more urgency. “Chloe, please.”

I peek up at him through my eyelashes, savoring the desperation in his face. “Easy, you’re supposed to be staying calm.”

He groans, his chest rising and falling quickly, muscles tense with anticipation. I run my hands up the firm muscles of his thighs, the coarse hair tickling my palms. When my fingers brush his balls, his whole body jerks .

I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, marveling at how my fingers can’t quite close around his girth. He’s beautiful, veins tracing patterns beneath the skin, the head flushed dark with blood.

I kiss the tip, tasting salt and musk on my tongue.

His hips buck upward, seeking more. “Fuck, Chloe.”

I lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein from base to tip. His thighs tense beneath my hands, muscles cording with the effort of holding still. I circle the head with my tongue, gathering the pre-cum beading from his tip, savoring the salty burst.

When I finally take him into my mouth, the groan that tears from his throat is the most satisfying sound I’ve ever heard. My cheeks hollow as I suck him deeper, using my hand to stroke what I can’t fit.

My head bobs up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head each time I pull back. His scent grows stronger with each passing moment, his pheromones thickening until each breath I take is filled with him .

His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me without forcing.

I hum in response, the vibration drawing another curse from his lips. His flavor grows stronger as more pre-cum leaks onto my tongue, his pulse racing between my lips, his heartbeat in my mouth.

When I check his face, I find him watching me with molten desire. Our eyes lock, and a current of electricity passes between us, forging anew the bonds that were bent but never broken.

His breath comes faster, his hips moving in small, aborted thrusts. I adjust my rhythm to match his movements, taking him deeper with each downstroke. The head of his cock bumps the back of my throat, and I relax around him, accepting more.

“Chloe,” he warns, his voice rough. “I’m close.”

I redouble my efforts, sucking harder. I want him to come undone because of me. My free hand moves to cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers.

His entire body goes taut, muscles locking. “Now, Chloe, I’m?—”

The base of his cock begins to swell, and I wrap my hand around it to squeeze, mimicking the pressure of an Omega’s body during mating .

He comes with a shout, his release flooding my mouth in hot pulses.

I swallow, drinking down everything he gives me, my hand still working his knot.

His hips arch off the bed, his fingers fisting in my hair, but I don’t care.

All that matters is this connection, his seed on my tongue, and the knowledge that he’s mine.

The knot swells in my hand, hard and hot. I continue to stroke him through the aftershocks, gentling my movements as his body gradually relaxes. When the last tremor subsides, I give the head of his cock one final, gentle kiss before releasing him.

His chest heaves with each breath, sweat glistening on his skin in the dim light. The scent of satisfaction rolling off him in waves has my inner Omega preening with pride.

I did that. I reduced this powerful Alpha to a boneless, sated heap.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, unable to keep the smile from my face.

He tugs on my hair with gentle insistence. “Come up here. I want to taste you, too.”

My legs squeeze together, my thighs damp with slick from my arousal. Helpless to resist, I move up his body, and he guides my hips toward his face, his desire evident in the renewed spike of citrus in his scent.

I hesitate, my hand on the headboard. “Your head?—”

“Is fine.” His thumbs circle on my hipbones. “The only thing that hurts is how much I need your slick right now.” His expression softens, though the hunger remains. “Please, Chloe. Let me have this.”

How can I deny him when he’s begging? When his scent is embracing me? When his hands on my skin feel like coming home?

Throat too tight for words, I let him guide me until my knees bracket his head. My underwear is still on, a thin barrier between us that he regards with visible impatience.

“These need to go.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband, and I lift my hips, allowing him to slide them down my thighs. The cool air of the bedroom kisses my heated skin, and I shiver.

Dominic’s gaze travels over me, taking in every inch of exposed flesh with reverence. “Beautiful,” he breathes, the word puffing over my inner thigh. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long.”

The confession sends a wave of heat through me, settling low in my belly, and my inner muscles clench with desire. I’ve dreamed of this too, of him, of us, of the connection we once had. Of his mouth on me, clearing my thoughts of everything except his name.

His hands slide up the backs of my thighs to cup my ass, guiding me closer to his waiting mouth. I brace myself on the headboard, still worried about his injury.

“Stop thinking,” he breathes over my most intimate parts, sending a shudder through me. “Just let go.”

The first touch of his tongue is electric, a lightning strike that arcs from my core to the tips of my fingers. My back bows, a gasp tearing from my throat. His hands tighten on my hips, holding me steady as he tastes me with long, deliberate strokes.

After all this time, he still remembers every place that draws a reaction from me. His tongue traces a delicate pattern that leaves my thighs shaking, circling my entrance before sliding up to flick the sensitive bundle of nerves that create sparks behind my lids.

I look down to find him watching me, his gray eyes dark with desire.

The sight of him between my legs, his face glistening with evidence of my arousal, is almost enough to send me over the edge.

He doesn’t look away as he seals his lips around my clit and sucks, gently at first, then with increasing pressure .

My hips buck, seeking more. One of his hands leaves my hip, and his fingers tease my entrance, collecting my wetness before pushing inside, stretching me open.

“Dom!” My hands clutch the headboard so tight that my knuckles turn white. “Oh my god?—”

He hums against me, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through my body.

His fingers curl inside me, seeking and finding that spot that blurs my vision at the edges.

All the while, his tongue continues to work my clit, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention that has me teetering on the brink.

My body responds to his attention, producing more slick that eases the glide of his fingers. The scent of lilies and lilacs intensifies, mingling with his citrus and musk, the intoxicating blend filling the room.

Heat builds at the base of my spine, spreading outward in ever-widening circles.

My thighs begin to shake, muscles tensing as I chase the peak that hovers just out of reach.

Dominic purrs with encouragement and increases the thrust of his fingers, adding a third that stretches me as he redoubles his efforts with his tongue.

“Let go.” His words vibrate through my core. “Come for me. ”

That deep, commanding Alpha tone combined with the skill of his mouth and fingers pushes me over the edge.

The orgasm crashes through me, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my center.

I turn my mouth into my arm to muffle my cry as my vision whites out at the edges.

Dominic works me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks ripple through me until even the lightest brush of his tongue over my oversensitive flesh is too much. I pull away, my legs trembling too much to support me, and collapse beside him on the bed.

My pulse races, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Every nerve ending in my body feels electrified, hyper-aware of the sheets beneath me, the air on my skin, the warmth radiating from Dominic beside me.

He props himself up on one elbow to lean over me with a satisfaction that borders on smugness. His lips and chin glisten with evidence of my pleasure, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then licks his fingers clean. The sight sends another aftershock of pleasure through me.

“Come here.” I tug at his shoulder until he settles beside me, drawing me into the circle of his arms. I crush my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of our lovemaking.

We lie together for long minutes, our breathing slowing, our heartbeats returning to normal. His fingers trace patterns on my back, and my hand rests on his chest over the steady thump of his heart beneath my palm.

“You’re still really good at that,” he says with a note of wonder, as if he can’t quite believe what just happened.

A giggle bubbles up. “So are you.”

His expression softens, hunger giving way to tenderness. He brushes a strand of pink hair from my face, his touch feather-light on my cheek. “I missed you every day.”

A sweet ache spreads outward from my chest until it fills every part of me. “I missed you, too,” I admit, the truth easier to speak in the aftermath of pleasure, secure in his arms. “More than I let myself admit.”

He draws me closer, his lips brushing my forehead. Our legs tangle beneath the sheets, skin against skin, our bodies trying to reclaim the time we lost.

“Sleep,” Dominic murmurs, heavy with satisfaction and approaching drowsiness. “I’ll keep the nightmares away. ”

I believe him. Wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his scent, the fear that chased me from sleep earlier feels distant now, unable to touch me in this bubble of contentment we’ve created.

“Goodnight, my Alpha,” I whisper.

His arms tighten around me. “Goodnight, my Omega.”

I drift toward sleep, my body sated, my heart fuller than it’s been in years.