Page 16 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

Do I ask her out? Take her home to meet my pack? Knot her right here in the satin aisle? She smells like I could bite right into her and taste the sweet. It’s fogging my head fast.

A thought wiggles its way into my head, desperate to be heard over the impulses screaming at me to touch and taste and sate, but it flits away before I can grab hold.

Fear’s there too, the undercurrent that rules my life.

This woman being my pack’s omega is a one-way street to future pain if she leaves, but I’m already sure I can’t walk away.

For the first time in my adult life, I feel like I’m part of the world. Her world. And I don’t want to give that up.

She lifts onto her toes, and it’s second nature to wrap hands around her hips and lift. I about die when she rubs our cheeks together, covering me in her scent. My chest rumbles again, and she wiggles into my embrace.

Oh, god. It’s not a rumble, it’s a purr. I’m fucking purring .

Gently, I wrap my hand around the side of her neck, tipping her chin so I can finally see her face. Pink cheeks and a cute button nose, skin littered with freckles. Deep blue eyes rimmed with lashes and all that perfect curly hair creating a cacophony on her head.

“My omega is so fucking pretty,” I mumble, rubbing my thumb along her lower lip absently.

Her nose flares, and she tilts closer like she’s not in charge of her body, eyes swallowed by black when she scents me. “Alpha.”

The title drops between us like a grenade, and I’m sunk. We forget about the tower of fabric as she loops her legs around my body, nose rooting for more of my scent. I’ve got palmfuls of her ass, her hot body pressed into the shelves and a hard-on to end all hard-ons.

Rut her here. Show everyone she’s yours.

“Oh, I shouldn’t like that,” she breathes, head falling back as I drag my tongue along her collarbone. Why is she so fucking sweet? I can’t get enough.

“Why not?” I’m committed to seeing if she tastes this good everywhere. Yep, shoulder’s just as delicious.

“You’re an alpha. Not really doing them at the moment.”

“Glad to be your exception.” I lift enough to grin, but her scent sharpens, sweet need betraying something so obvious I want to kick myself for not realizing sooner. “Oh, fuck. You’re in heat.”

“No, I’m not,” she grunts, diving for me with a grumble.

Uh, the literal sweat on her skin says otherwise. As does my urge to consume her. Knot her good and show her how well I’ll protect our babies.

Alpha impulses are insane. How do my brothers function like this all the time?

“Kitten…” She’s grinding her hips into mine and it feels so good my hips kick to get closer. “We can’t do this here.”

“Why not?”

“We’re in the middle of a store.”

“And?” Her little frown is so adorable, I can’t stand it. A hand creeps into the waistband of my pants and oh god, I need help. If she touches me, I’m going to knot her against the stacks. Fuck being in public.

Thinking quick, I walk to what I pray is a blind spot and caging her in.

My hand is comically large against the back of her neck when I set her on her feet and spin until she’s face first in the smooth fabric.

I think she’ll balk, but this sweet omega melts under my touch and I reward her with a slow lick up her neck that makes us both shudder.

One little nip and she’s alllll yours.

“I’m trying to control myself, but you’re making it very difficult. Are you having a heat spike?” My voice is low. Rough. Commanding her to answer.

“No heat. Touch, please.”

May have been ages since I took the mandated classes in school, but I know spike behavior when I see it.

Fever? Check.

Heightened arousal? See the wet spot on my jeans.

Loss of inhibitions? We’re grinding in a fucking fabric store.

Not in heat, my ass.

Her hips writhe, frustrated growls rising when there’s no friction. I’ve got the mental fortitude of a squirrel most days, but this wet, willing omega is literally asking me to touch her, and I’m not sure I can say no.

“Why’d you come out when you were like this?” I ask, grinding against her ass in hopes it’ll satisfy the primal part of her leading the show for now.

“Need alphas,” she pants. Those hips move along my length, drawing a groan from both of us.

I’m not a territorial person, but I don’t like how she says it. Like she’d be okay with any alphas when she’s so obviously mine.

I slip my hand into the waistband of her shorts. The scent of her slick coats the back of my tongue and the air around us but I wait until she begs to do more. When I brush the utterly soaked fabric covering her, I nearly die.

She’s warm, wet heaven. I don’t think I’ll survive inside her. “Is that so? Did you find any alphas, kitten?”

“Daphne,” she pants, arching into my touch.

My fingers run along her body, slipping against the fabric with ease and distracting me so I almost don’t hear her. “Hmm?”

“My name’s Daphne.”

It’s perfect. She’s perfect.

“Beautiful. I’m Nate.” When she reaches for me, the touch grounds us, like she’s tethering our souls together. I’ve never felt more alive. “Answer me, Daphne. Did you find any alphas?”

“Just you, Nate.”

My name on her tongue is doing unholy things to my body. “That so?”

Her face turns sheepish even as she squeezes my arm. “Wasn’t actually looking yet.” When I raise an eyebrow, refusing to move even when she wiggles against me, she huffs. “Left my ex-pack ages ago. Too late for suppressants. Wanted to stop here for supplies before I hit the clinic and here we are.”

“You’re unbonded?” I check her scent again, but there’s none of the scent markers of a bonded omega. No bite marks I can see, either.

“Yes.”

Thank fuck. My fingers slip under her panties, circling her clit as we both struggle to focus. A touch that’s already too far when we’re so exposed, but she doesn’t stop me. “What do you want, Daphne?”

She whines a little and my entire body goes on edge. “Help. I’m just?—”

“Nervous.” There’s this undercurrent to her scent that tells me so.

“Yeah.” She exhales against my cheek, scent marking me. “But I want this. I need this.”

“You need me. ” The distinction means everything. I can’t just be some knot to her. “Say it or I’ll have to walk away.”

“No! I need you , Nate. I do.”

Her eyes look a little glazed, and I know there’s not much else I can do right now. If not me, she’ll end up with some other asshole, and I can’t allow that. “Just going ease you, then we’re going to talk.”

“Fine. Whatever. Just touch.”

Her impatient hand drags mine until I’m cupping her drenched, bare pussy. Daphne scorches my palm, burns when my fingers dip inside. I watch my omega, taking my cues from her moans and movements. The way she scratches my arm and begs against my cheek.

When she whines, I nip her neck, sucking the place I’d bite if she let me. That’s a pretty solid indicator that I’m heading into rut, but I forget why that’s an issue.

Oh, right. We’re in a fucking fabric store.

“Can’t fuck you here, kitten. No condom.”

Daphne reaches for her purse, digging until I hear the telltale foil. “Need more to settle.”

The condom is a red flag waving in my face. Daring me to let go. I want to be inside her so bad, it almost hurts to say no. “I can’t take advantage of you.”

“Even if I’m asking?”

She tries to smile, but her hand flattens against her stomach, this gut-wrenching moan of pain spilling out, Daphne presses her face into the fabric in front of her, nails clawed and all the reasons we shouldn’t do this fly out of my head. My omega isn’t going to hurt when I’m right here to fix it.

Tugging the shorts barely over her ass, I keep her legs together with that pretty pussy barely peeking out. Daph shivers when she hears my zipper drop, groans when she feels the heat of my cock as it bounces against her skin.

“Bite.” I cage her in, holding the condom wrapper to those perfect lips. White teeth flash as she nips the serrated edge and pulls. I’d give anything for those teeth in my skin right now.

Sliding between her thighs, I use her slick to lube my wrapped cock. Omegas are built to take alphas, but I don’t want to hurt her. What a shitty first time for both of us.

Fuck, I hope she’s not mad I didn’t tell her that little tidbit. For my part, I couldn’t be happier that I waited. There’s something about Daphne that just feels right .

Slick drips off us both as I jerk her hip out just enough to find the right position. That first touch, heaven.

Being inside Daphne is like nothing I’ve ever felt, and I know no one else will compare. “God, kitten. You’re incredible.”

Her forehead presses to a bolt of lavender satin, mouth following when I thrust in a little further. It muffles her moans, but not by much. My head whirls, trying to hear if anyone’s coming even though it’s impossible with blood pounding in my ears.

“Shit. Can you be quiet or?—?”

“No.” My surprised laugh makes Daphne smile, blue eyes glimmering as she looks at me over her shoulder. “I’m not going to lie. You feel too good.”

“Too bad my packmates aren’t here,” I murmur. “They could occupy that mouth. Keep your sounds just for us.”

Daph tightens around me and I can’t fucking think straight. Ripping off a chunk of fabric and wadding it up feels a little unhinged and a lot necessary. Even more so when her pretty mouth opens, letting me slide the makeshift gag right in. That’s so fucking hot.

“This okay?”

She nods furiously, hand digging into my hip. It squeezes as I find the right way to thrust, the perfect rhythm to have her shaking in my arms.

Just because I wasn’t looking for my omega, doesn’t mean I wasn’t planning to.

Books, magazines, videos—made by women because let’s be real, most porn shouldn’t be replicated in the bedroom—all treated as research so when I did find my soulmate, I’d be able to give them what they need.

But it’s second nature to read Daphne’s body.

Instinct to give her exactly what she needs.

“Perfect, pretty kitten.”