Page 25 of Knotty Nights
“Like it?” The stutter was back in her voice. “You have no idea how you taste, omega.”
My core tightened.
“Then tell me,” I whispered. “What do I taste like to you?”
She leaned forward to lick away a little droplet from my breast. “Honey and cream and everything sweet—a concoction made just for me.”
“For you,” I repeated slowly, just to see how the words felt in my chest. It was too good, too easy.
Atlas’ eyes darkened. “Say that again.”
“It’s all for you, Atlas. Take what you want—take anything you want.”
My fingers slid away from her chin and cupped a breast, squeezing the outlines of my puffy areola until a streamer of milk burst from the tip. It arced through the air and hit Atlas squarely along the seam of her lips.
She licked it away before it could dribble down her chin.
“Again,” she ordered, and I pressed down with more force, drawing forth a gush of milk that she caught on her tongue.
“You are fucking perfect.” The words were a growl in the lowest of timbres. “Now, lie back and let me drink from you, Jaz.”
My back met the soft cushions as Atlas rose, the muscles along her arms cording tightly as she gazed down at me. Her short curls fell over her temple, but they did little to obscure the fire in her eyes.
She wanted this, wanted me, wanted every last drop of milk I had to offer.
She ducked her head, and I watched my dark nipple slip slowly into her mouth. Her tongue moved over the puffy tip, gathering any leftover residue, before her lips latched over the nipple.
“Ohmygod.”
I tried to clench my thighs together, seeking some much-needed friction, but Atlas’ taut hips were in the way. My pussy throbbed painfully with each pull of her lips as though there was a wire that connected both organs.
Suck, throb, suck, throb, suck, throb—I was going to go fucking crazy if she didn’t?—
“Easy, Jaz,” she breathed wetly against my skin. “I will take care of you. I promise.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her—this perfect specimen of an Alpha. Everything she did was beyond mesmerizing. I’d never felt so seen, so cared for, soworshiped.
Her warm, wet tongue ran over my puffy nipple, lapping lightly from side to side before circling with deeper pressure until she got to the very tip. Her teeth scraped across the sensitive nub, and I felt a gush of slick slide down my thighs.
Through it all, her inky dark gaze remained on mine, forcing me to watch as she teased and tasted to her heart’s content.
Can I…?I wondered deliriously.Can I come this way? Surely not. Surely I need more to push me over the edge…
A sharp nip to my breast proved otherwise. The pleasure built faster than I could imagine, winding tighter in my belly until my fingers on her shoulders left long scrapes of red in their wake.
“Atlas, I?—”
The words died a silent death as she brought her free hand to my left nipple and pinched the sensitive tip.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My pussy clenched, empty and aching for that beautiful cock she keptjustout of reach.
“Atlas, please—I’m going to—I can’t stop?—”
“Don’t.” I love the way the word sounded like an order. “Don’t stop, my omega.”
Her leather-clad thigh descended between my legs, pressing against the poor swollen nub that needed her attention.