Page 37 of Knot Gonna Lie (Syzygy Omegaverse #1)

“What do you need help with?” My voice emerged steadier than expected, though my hands trembled as I clasped them behind my back.

Instead of answering, she reached for me again, fingers threading through mine with deliberate intention.

Her touch burned like starfire as she guided me deeper into her sanctuary, past the carefully arranged cushions and flowing curtains, toward the massive bed that dominated one corner like a throne fit for a queen.

“Sit.” The gentle command brooked no argument.

I perched on the edge of her nest, acutely aware of how the mattress dipped under my weight, how her exotic scents woven into the fabric rose around me like incense.

Every instinct screamed that I didn’t belong here—in this sacred space designed for her alpha, her chosen pack.

Yet she’d brought me here, asked for my presence with an authority I couldn’t deny.

“I wanted to get a closer look at you,” she said softly, studying my face with an intensity that made my pulse race. “Now that we have time.”

The admission struck me speechless. Closer look? At me?

Her hands moved to the hem of my shirt, and I froze.

“Elara—”

“Please.” The single word carried such gentle authority that my protests died unspoken. “Let me see.”

With careful reverence, she lifted the fabric with quiet care, pulling it over my head and baring my chest to her gaze. Then she stepped between my legs, close enough for her scent—vanilla and lavender, soft and heady—to wrap around me. It stirred something low and deep.

Cool air brushed my skin. Then came the heat of her attention, slow and searching, as she took in every bruise the restaurant fight had left behind. The marks had darkened—ugly shades of green and purple spreading like a map of violence across my chest.

Each touch sent shocks coursing through me, electric and warm, not pain but something far more dangerous.

“Do I need to grab your medpack?” Her brows knit together, and she didn’t hide the worry in her voice.

Her emerald eyes searched mine with a concern that made my heart stutter. “Another dose, maybe?”

I shook my head, swallowing hard, my throat suddenly dry. “No, I’m fine.”

The bruises didn’t hurt under her touch—her fingers were too careful, too reverent. She leaned closer, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders, and pressed her lips to the bruise on my forearm, a soft kiss that stole my breath.

“Thank you,” she murmured, moving to another mark on my shoulder, kissing it just as gently.

“For defending me. For stepping between me and those alphas.” Her lips found another bruise, this one on my chest, and I felt the warmth of her breath against my skin.

“You were brave,” she whispered, moving closer.

“And now that I know everyone’s okay…it’s hard not to see how attractive that was. ”

My throat tightened, her words sinking into me like a brand. “I’m yours, Elara,” I breathed, the admission scraped raw from my throat. “But I don’t want to blur the lines between clan medic caring for his omega if you—”

Her hands dragged down my legs with slow deliberate pressure, cutting off my protests and drawing a sound from my chest that bordered on desperate.

An agonized groan escaped as she climbed onto my lap, straddling me, her hands dragging up my chest, fingers splaying over my pecs. My eyes fluttered shut, absorbing her touch, every nerve alight. If I looked into her eyes, I’d be done—undone by the want I knew I’d find there.

She pressed against me, warm and soft and so damn sure. I hardened instantly, heat pooling in my belly, the ache sharp, impossible to ignore.

I wanted her, needed her, but the weight of my role held me back, a thin thread of restraint.

“Look at me,” she commanded softly.

I couldn’t. If I met those blazing emerald eyes, I’d be lost completely—every shred of professional distance incinerated by the fire I knew I’d find there.

Instead, I closed my eyes and absorbed her touch, the way her hands traced patterns of possession across my chest, the intoxicating press of her body against mine.

She leaned forward, pressing herself closer, her hands finding mine and guiding them to the curve of her hips.

“I’m telling you the truth,” she whispered against my ear, her fingers firm over mine.

“I want your caring. Your gentleness. Your protectiveness. I want you as the first member of my pack—but I won’t force you. ”

Another groan tore from my throat, my restraint snapping like a frayed thread. My eyes flew open, locking with hers, and the truth in her gaze hit me like a wave—raw, unguarded desire—made my chest tight with wonder.

She really wanted me.

Not just because I’d helped her. Not because her biology demanded it. Maybe those things played a part—I’d be a fool to pretend they didn’t—but underneath it, I felt something real. Something more than instincts.

She wanted me .

Before I could speak, she surged forward, her lips crashing into mine in a searing kiss that burned through every doubt.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard, and she pressed herself against me, her breasts soft against my chest. The force of her kiss sent me falling back into the nest, blankets catching me as I clung to her, hands roaming her back, her hips, her thighs, desperate to feel every curve.

Her scent was dizzying, vanilla-lavender thick with want, and I growled low, instincts taking over, my hands gripping her tighter.

“I’m claiming you, Seth,” she whispered against my skin, lips brushing my jaw, my neck, each word a vow. “Right here, right now. You’re mine.” Her voice was fierce, possessive, and it sent a shudder through me, my body responding with a primal need to surrender.

I couldn’t hold back. I surrendered completely to the gravity of her want, letting myself fall into the promise of belonging to someone that had always felt just beyond my reach.

With a low growl, I flipped her over, her back sinking into the nest’s soft layers.

Her green eyes blazed with need, and I drank her in, my heart pounding.

“Elara.” Her name came out like a prayer.

My hands clenched the blankets at her sides, chest wide open and aching.

“If you want me…then please. Claim me. It’d be the greatest honor of my life. ”

Desire flooded through me, and I kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the sweetness of her lips. “Seeing you defend us with that glass,” I murmured against her mouth, “it scared the starlight out of me. But it made me proud, too.”

I pulled back, taking her hand, kissing the synthetic skin where she’d cut herself, a faint scar beneath.

My fingers found her soft, draped tunic—worn loose and low on one shoulder.

I tugged it up and over her head, the fabric whispering as it slid free, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin, her curves bare and breathtaking.

She peered up at me, her hair a golden halo, and reached for my pants.

I chuckled, shuffling back to peel them off, boxers too, kicking them aside.

My cock was hard, aching, and her eyes darkened as she drank me in, licking her lips.

Her scent thickened, vanilla-lavender turning needy, intoxicating.

I moved to her sweatpants, sliding them down, leaving her slick-soaked silk underwear—a thin barrier, a choice for her to make.

I kissed her ankle, slow and deliberate, working my way to the apex of her thigh, then down the other leg.

She squirmed, giggling, her voice breathy as she begged, “Prove it to me, Seth.”

I obliged, kissing higher, over her bellybutton, between her heaving breasts, until I reached her lips. Her hands grabbed my head, pulling me into a hungry kiss, and then she moved, wrapping her legs around me and twisting us until I was on my back, her straddling me.

She ground against my cock, her slick-soaked underwear a frustrating barrier, her hands braced on my pecs as she leaned back, hips rolling. The friction was maddening, and I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs.

“I need these off,” she growled, starting to lift herself, but I caught her hips, guiding her up until she straddled my face. I bit the edge of her panties, hands grabbing the sides, and ripped them with a quick tug, tossing them aside as she giggled, the sound bright and free.

Her scent was heavenly, pure need, and I couldn’t wait.

I leaned forward, licking her slick from the source, and she gasped, grabbing my hair, her hips tightening against my head.

She tasted as divine as she smelled, sweet and heady, and I devoured her, tongue exploring every fold.

She ground against my face, my nose brushing her clit, her moans filling the air as she chased her pleasure.

Her slick poured over me as she came, her body shuddering, thighs clamping around my head, and I drank her in, savoring every drop.

“I need you to fill me,” Elara panted, her voice raw, green eyes blazing with a hunger that made my heart stutter.

I rolled us over, settling her on her back, the nest’s soft blankets cradling her like an offering.

I positioned myself between her legs, hooking them over my shoulders, my hands trembling with the weight of my want.

My cock pressed against her folds, slick and warm, her vanilla-lavender scent so thick with need it clouded my senses.

I entered her slowly, savoring the way she stretched around me, her warmth enveloping me in a way that felt like coming home.

“Give yourself to me,” I murmured, voice rough with desire. “Take me, Elara. Enjoy it.”

Her body was a temple, and I moved, slow and deliberate, each thrust a vow to worship her. My beta instincts surged, tuned only to her, desperate to meet her needs. Not to worship like a goddess, but to honor —to make her feel everything she was worth.

Every ounce of pleasure I could give, I gave willingly.

“I want you to feel everything,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my need.

“Every touch, every breath—I’m gonna give you all I have, Elara, everything in my power, even as a beta.

I want you to feel like the stars bow to you, like the universe welcomes you and your newfound freedom. ”

My scent—lemon zest and pine—cut through the air, sharp and steady, but it didn’t stand a chance against hers. Vanilla and lavender, warm and sweet, wrapped around me. But it was the raw need beneath it that pulled at me—magnetic, overwhelming—like a blackhole gravitational pulling me closer.

She reached up, her fingers threading through my long light brown hair, tugging me closer. “You don’t need to be anything but mine, Seth,” she said, her voice soft but fierce, slicing through my doubts as she cupped my cheek. “You’re enough. You’re everything.”

Her words were a spark to my instincts, burning through what was left of my restraint. I groaned, raw and wrecked, my body trembling with the need to give her everything.

Her hips rose to meet my thrusts, her slick easing the way as I sank deeper. The sensation was exquisite—her warmth, her tightness, the way she clenched around me with every movement. My cock throbbed, pleasure building too fast, too intense.

I gritted my teeth, fighting to hold back. I didn’t want it to end too soon.

Betas got overlooked when it came to pleasing omegas. Medics even more so—trusted with bodies, but never invited into beds.

And now… our omega wanted me in her nest.

Every moan, every shudder of her body, pushed me closer to the edge, my instincts screaming to give in, making it the hardest thing I’d ever done to keep control.

“You’re so beautiful,” I gasped, hands gripping her thighs, fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

“I want to make you feel like a goddess, Elara, to give you pleasure that burns through you, that makes you forget everything but us.” My thrusts deepened, slow but purposeful, each one a promise.

Her legs tightened over my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I felt the heat of her core, the slickness coating me, making every movement a delicious slide.

She thrashed beneath me, moaning my name, and it made me feel worthy, like I could be enough for her.

“Seth,” she gasped, hands grabbing my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me down.

Her legs folded tighter, driving me deeper, and then she leaned up, teeth sinking into my pectoral, opposite her own mark.

The claiming bite was fire, a sharp spark that ignited every nerve, and I moaned, the sound torn from my chest.

“I’m yours,” I rasped, my voice breaking.

“I’ll worship you, Elara, give you everything—every touch, every breath, until you’re trembling with it.

” Her scent was dizzying, vanilla-lavender thickened with need, and it pushed me closer to the brink.

I moved faster, instincts taking over, unable to hold back, my thrusts still careful but driven by the desperate need to please her.

Her body arched, her breasts heaving, and I leaned down, kissing the curve of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.

Her hands clawed at my back, nails digging in as she moaned, the sound raw and beautiful.

“More,” she pleaded, and I gave it to her, hips moving with a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart.

The pleasure was overwhelming, a tide threatening to crest, and I fought to hold on, to give her everything before I lost myself.

Her beauty was a shooting star—her golden hair, her flushed skin, the way her eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered.

My climax loomed, a tight coil in my core, but I needed her to come first, to do my duty as he r beta— her pack member.

Her hands clawed at my back, nails digging in as she moaned, the sound raw and beautiful.

She shuddered, body tensing, and then she came, her cry sharp and sweet as her walls clenched around me, slick pouring from her. The sensation was too much, and I swiftly followed, my orgasm crashing through me, my cock pulsing as I pumped her full of my seed.

The pleasure was blinding, a wave that stole my breath, but I kept moving, slow and deliberate, drawing out her release as she trembled beneath me. Her bite deepened, marking me as hers, and I groaned, our connection searing, unbreakable.

Her brand on my chest sank deeper than skin—soul-deep, anchoring me with a relief as vast as the universe.

I’m hers.

As the waves settled, I pulled back, breathing heavy, and collapsed beside her, my hand combing through her golden hair, fingers trembling. “Thank you,” I whispered, voice raw. “I will always be yours. And you are mine.”

She’s my omega.

The air shifted, a familiar warm tropical scent flooding the nest—coconut and pineapple, thick with alpha musk. “I see you’ve been busy caring for our omega.”