Page 26 of Knotty Nights
It was not what I wanted, but it was enough.
I surged into the hard column of her thigh, dragging my clit over and over like my only thought was making myself come. And in a way, it was. Each suckle made my milk flow into Atlas’ mouth. Coupled with the heavy feel of the Alpha on top of me, and the scent that could be classified as a drug, I was helpless to deny my body.
“Come for me, omega.” Her voice barely slipped past the roar in my ears as my limbs tensed for the fall. “Come for me while I drink from you.”
I arched into her, my inner muscles clenching down on nothing. The release was short and sharp—a quick rush that left me feeling emptier than before.
I made a restless noise. Fuck, I wanted her closer with her clothes gone and her cock pressing into me. Instead, I told myself to be content with the press of her thigh and the feel of her teeth nicking my breasts.
My mouth had different ideas.
“Your cock,” I pleaded, spreading my thighs even wider to cradle her hips. “I need it. I need you.”
She let my nipple go with a wet pop, and I almost cried out at the loss of pressure.
“Soon,” she promised. “I’ll give you everything you need, Jaz. Just wait?—”
Butsoonwasn’t soon enough.
With a needy growl, I leaned forward and drove my teeth into her neck.
TEN
Atlas
Red flickered across my vision, blinding logic and reason and everything that made me who I was. A low, involuntary sound ripped from my chest as my muscles tensed, hard and rigid above Jazmine.
Heat tore through my veins and my thoughts scattered before I could catch them.
Jazmine’s nails raked down my back.
The world narrowed to sensation—the feel of her teeth digging into my neck, demanding that I take her. Instinct surged, whipped to a fervor beyond my wildest imagination, and overrode everything I’d taught myself over the years.
Control dissolved like I’d never known its meaning.
My fist wrapped around her nape, dragging her back down onto the sofa.
“Jazmine.”
My voice wasn’t mine anymore—it was more animal than human.
In another life, I would be ashamed of the kiss I dealt her—my teeth sank into her bottom lip, and I wasthisclose to drawing blood.
“Fuck!” she moaned against me, undeterred, driving her hips higher. “I need you to fuck me, Atlas.”
My fingers tightened around her neck as I fought the feverish haze.
“Now!” she whimpered. “Remind me what it feels like to be alive.”
Dragging Jaz to the edge of the sofa, I snapped my hips forward into the velvet heat of her pussy.
God, she was tight. Shockingly fucking tight. The moment I pressed into her, she squeezed her eyes shut with soft, breathless cries that sounded somewhat like my name. I caught each garbled sound greedily, tasting her desperation.
“More,” she demanded. “Give me more, Atlas. I won’t break, I won’t?—"
The rest of that sentence vanished into a howl as I pressed indeep, giving her every inch I had to offer.
Jaz dragged her nails along the edges of the sofa, leaving grooves in the fabric. “That’s—” Her throat worked quickly. “You’re so thick. I, fuck, I can’t?—”