Page 77 of Knotted By my Pack

I grip her hips and haul her into me, kissing her so hard she moans.

Her scent spikes, sweet and slick and needy, curling between us like smoke. My tongue claims her mouth, teeth dragging against her bottom lip until she whimpers.

“You’re mine,” I growl, voice like gravel. “Say it, Omega.”

“I’m yours.”

The sound of it—fuck. It sends something hot and uncontrollable surging through me.

I spin her around and press her up against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Her chest heaves. Her eyes are wild.

“You know what I want?” I murmur, teeth brushing her ear. “I want to mark you. Right here.” I kiss the crook of her neck, letting my tongue trace the skin just below her gland. “Right where every Alpha will know who you belong to.”

“Do it,” she breathes, arching into me. “I want your mark.”

God.

I drag my tongue across her throat again, slow, possessive, before I bite down—not enough to break skin, not yet, but enough to make her gasp and twist in my grip.

Her panties are soaked. I can smell her arousal, can feel it through the fabric as I press my thigh between her legs.

She grinds down instinctively, chasing friction. The Omega in her is full of need, desperate and slick and ready to be filled. My cock pulses at the thought.

I pull back just enough to yank her panties down and off. She kicks them away, and I drop to my knees, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder.

Her scent is intoxicating—heady, wild, undeniably hers.

“Look at me,” I order.

She does. Wide, hungry eyes locked on mine as I bury my face between her thighs.

Her moan echoes off the kitchen walls the second my tongue touches her. I lap at her slowly at first, savoring the taste of her—ripe and wet and mine.

Then I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with the tip of my tongue until she cries out, grinding against my mouth.

Her fingers claw at the wall. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders.

“Please,” she begs. “More.”

I growl low, the sound vibrating against her. I slide two fingers into her, feeling the way her tight little body grips them, so wet and hot.

She clenches around me, hips bucking, and I fuck her with my fingers while I keep my tongue on her clit. Her orgasm hits like a wave crashing, and I don’t stop.

I want her trembling.

I want her limp.

Boneless.

Because ofme.

When she finally slumps against the wall, panting and dazed, I rise and press my body into hers. My cock throbs against her belly, thick and ready.

“Still want me to stay?” I ask, lips brushing her ear.

“Yes,” she whispers. “Don’t stop. Not now.”

I lift her again, carrying her into the living room, laying her across the couch like something precious and wild.