Page 27 of Knotty Nights

I latched on to a leaky nipple, pulling a stream of milk onto my tongue.

“You can, omega.” The words sounded foreign as red pulsed behind my eyelids. “You will take me. Every last inch.”

Each word was punctuated by a thrust, the swell of my knot stopping short of her entrance. With the taste of her milk on my tongue and the feel of her pussy gripping my cock, there was no better ecstasy than this.

I lifted Jaz’s thighs and folded her in half, opening her up so that I could see every stroke of my cock entering her body.

I’d never been coerced into such force, such savagery. Others would call me a sweet, tentative lover. But not Jazmine. She had set free a beast I didn’t know how to contain.

“Atlas—my Heat.” She gripped my forearms, leaving tiny indents behind. “It hurts. So much. I can’t—please.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she begged. I knew what she needed—what I was only too eager to give.

My knot.

ELEVEN

Jazmine

It’s just my Heat.

The crazy, desperate thoughts in my head were nothing more than a result of hormones going haywire. Damn Dr. Rutherford and his stupid‘mild, regulated Heat’speech! He was a fucking liar and this was fucking unbearable?—

“Jazmine.”

Atlas’ voice was low and breathy against my skin. I shivered, tears slipping down my cheeks.

“I can ease your pain,” she whispered, her skin slick with sweat. “What you need is my knot.”

My lips parted to speak, but no words emerged, just a pathetic little noise that made my cheeks flush red.

“I can give it to you right here, right now.” The words made my omega keen inside my chest. “You want to be bred, don’t you? Deep inside, you want to spread your thighs and watch me fill your belly until you’re so fucking full?—”

“Yes!” The word was a harsh whisper. “Yes, please, Atlas, but…”

Her teeth found the lobe of my ear. “But what?”

“Not here.” I said, grasping her hand even as I tried to rise. “Upstairs. My nest—I?—”

She lifted me in a quick swoop with one hand braced around my waist and another beneath my knees. My squeak of surprise was cut off by her lips.

“Let me,” she whispered, heading for the stairs.

If anyone had questioned me before this moment, I could’ve sworn I was too heavy for someone to carry me up the stairs. Atlas proved me wrong.

She nuzzled close, her nose nestled in the crown of my curls and her cock half-buried in my cunt as she took each step into the loft.

“On the right,” I said, as though she couldn’t detect the scent of my nest in the bedroom.

The proximity of the soft sheets brought something to the surface. My fingers fisted over her biceps as I turned my face into the crook of her neck, searching for more of that dark citrus scent. With the way my blood was pounding through my veins, I could gorge on her pheromones until I was high.

Everything inside me burned painfully as Atlas carried me into the room, ducking slightly under the low doorframe to avoid hitting her head.

“Everything smells like you,” she began, but I was beyond words.

I fisted a hand at the nape of her neck.

“Hush—I can’t wait any longer. I need your knot.”