Page 24 of Knotty Nights

It was an invitation I accepted with my teeth.

Her needy howl resounded in the little cottage, making my knot twitch and throb. Her scent poured over my tongue like a tempting treat.

Tongue, teeth, lips, tongue…

I sucked on her mating gland, following the raised grooves at the base of her neck until she was arching into me, seeking more skin, more contact,more, more, more.

My teeth ground down tightly enough that a mating bite was almost a concern. Jazmine didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were squeezed tight, fingernails raking down my bare back. Her pheromones sparked like tinder in the air.

I braced my palms on the couch, caging her into the cup of my body. She trembled, her lips quivering as she waited for more.

I was being too rough, too aggressive. I knew I was, but nothing could have stopped me from taking her neck in my grip and fusing her lips with mine.

Oh hell, how did she feel so familiar already? Was this the effect of her Heat, or was I just too touch starved to view this hookup objectively?

I pulled away when her hands found my shoulders, pressing against me to move away.

My questioning gaze was met with a soft,oh noas her palms rose to her bare breasts.

NINE

Jazmine

Oh fuck. It’s happening again!

It had been years since I’d felt the sudden heaviness in my breasts, longer still since my body had betrayed me. But here it was again: the telltale pinch and release of Heat milk.

As hastily as possible, I tried to cover my breasts, but Atlas held my hands, keeping me still.

I stared down in horror as the first drop of milk pearled at the tip of my right nipple. Atlas followed my gaze, panting roughly as she tried to catch her breath.

The faint droplet grew thicker until it slid down my breast and wet my stomach.Mortifying!

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, trying to reach for my robe or a pillow or a blanket to mop up the mess I was about to make. But Atlas laced her fingers through mine.

“About what?” Atlas’ voice was a rasp, her eyes following the wet trail of my milk.

“I, uh, I know this isn’t normal,” I blurted. “My body reacts differently to a Heat. I can’t stop it, I’m sorry.”

Her fingers grazed my cheeks, drawing my gaze to hers.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Jaz,” she said, her tongue wetting her lips. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about either. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How any Alpha with a working brain would fight to the death to be able to drink from an omega in Heat?”

A flash of warmth touched my cheeks, and I wanted desperately to drop my gaze from hers, but she was too quick. Her fingers clasped my chin and held steady.

“Don’t look away from me,” she said, her voice low. “Not when I’m trying to worship you.”

“Worship me?” I asked, unable to conceal my surprise.

“Yes, Jaz.” She leaned forward, her breath hot on my skin. “Worship. That’s the only way to treat an omega like you.”

Why was my first instinct to deny her words? If anyone was going to be worshipped, it was her! Had she seen herself in a mirror lately? She was gorgeous beyond my wildest dreams and?—

My spiralling thoughts splintered as her lips latched on to my nipple and suckled, drawing a steady flow onto her tongue.

I watched, jaw slack, as her eyes slid shut in pleasure. A groan reverberated between us as she savored the taste of my milk.

“Do you… like it?” I asked hesitantly.