Page 29 of Knotty Nights

My omega insisted that Atlas was exactly where she needed to be. Fuck the pain, fuck the unbearable pressure. I needed tobe filled by this Alpha until she lay limp and lifeless. Her only thought should beme.

I pushed her curls back with the flat of my palm and leaned forward, my spine stretching as I bared my teeth.

Her skin was salty and tight as I latched on, sucking hard and using my teeth to leave marks.

“Jazmine,”Atlas shivered, her knot pulsing around my entrance as she emptied into me, each spurt warmer than the last.

I wanted to beg for more—beg for her to fill me until my belly was round and swollen and beautiful like a well-fucked omega.

Full, so full.

I never wanted this to end.

TWELVE

Jazmine

I’d forgotten what it was like to have an Alpha. I’d gottensoused to the stillness and silence of single parenthood that the weight of one pressing into me was… fucking phenomenal.

Finally,I thought, almost howling the word.Finally my nest is complete.

“Stay inside me.”

I’d said those words repeatedly, feverishly, but I was too far gone to be embarrassed.

I looked down at my belly, rounded against the soft sheets. Something in my chest went tight.

Well-bred,my brain whispered.Protected. Cared for.

I pressed a palm there, feeling the warmth and the gentle give of stretched skin. Atlas’ fingers closed over mine as she stroked the bump back and forth.

“You’re beautiful like this,” she whispered. “Stretched out and full of me.”

I moved back against her, relishing the heavy weight of her cock shifting inside me. A streamer of milk wet the sheets, creating a dark spot.

“I forgot what this feels like,” I confessed. “Howgoodit feels to be owned.”

“I could say the same,” she whispered. “Everything about you is intoxicating, Jazmine.”

Her fingers traced the stretch marks down my belly, gently moving over the outline of each one.

“I’m sure my stretch marks are the height of sensuality,” I joked.

Atlas paused, pushing up to her forearms as far as the tie would allow.

“I’ll kiss every single one if it’ll make you believe that I’m telling the truth. I meant what I said earlier—you are an Alpha’s dream. All I want is softness, and you have that in abundance.”

She didn’t let me look away from the sincerity in her soft brown eyes. Perhaps in any other scenario, I would have brushed her words away or dismissed them like they were just another meaningless compliment. But she held my chin as the words settled, heavy and soft all at once.

My throat tightened as I glanced down at myself, noting the curves and rolls that time had molded into my body. My skin was sticky with sweat and milk, my belly rounder than I’d ever seen it.

An Alpha’s dream.

I let myself believe her words. Just for a moment. It felt too fucking good not to.

THIRTEEN

Atlas