Page 22 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

DEZ

Daphne Barnes is stunning. Freckles dot her skin like stars, illuminated against the heat’s flush and those beautiful blue eyes. I want to paint her. Want to memorialize this moment as the one that changed my life. Because this woman is my omega. No doubt about it.

It was never like this with Shelby. I wanted her. Craved her attention and affection, but she didn’t make me want to untether myself from society’s rules and let instinct take over. The ones screaming at me to push Daphne down and shove my cock inside her. My teeth.

I wonder if Connor feels the same, and that’s why he’s running. Not too far, but enough for our omega to question everything. I hate that part of me feels like this is a reimagining of the same shit we’ve already been through.

“Dez.” Daph’s nails dig into my skin, pulling my attention back to her.

There’s a bundle of squirming, delicious omega in my arms, hot breaths huffing against my skin as she tries to drown in my scent. Sweat beads at her temples and it’s easy to push everything else aside. She needs me right now.

“What do you need, gorgeous?”

“You.” I’ve heard omegas whine before, but this one penetrates my brain, dragging my instincts to the forefront.

Needy omega. Rut. Breed. Claim.

“Don’t feel good.” Daphne’s hand flies to her lower stomach, face paling while her fingers spasm from the pain.

Fuck, that kills me. Forcing myself to think past that primal path is difficult, but I remember the heat courses we took after signing up here. She needs to be in her space. “Can we get into your nest, omega?”

My heart stops as I wait for her answer. Being allowed into an omega’s nest is the most precious gift for an alpha. An honor most don’t respect because they don’t understand. Only the trusted, the desire, can enter.

Daphne invites me into hers with a guttural, “Fuck yes.”

I’ve waited so long for this moment, my first step into a nest, and it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

Fisting her curls, I pull our mouths together, taking her taste for myself. Ravishing her. My instincts demand I take care of Daphne. Show her what it is to be loved softly, reverently.

To hold her tightly and embrace her as she is. I get the feeling she’s not used to that, and it fills me with a deep sense of purpose to be the one to show her.

I’m clumsy as I maneuver us into the nest, dropping her onto the plush mattress. The one-way mirror for the monitor is too obvious, but I force myself to ignore it. The possessive desire to squirrel her away so only my pack can watch her is my fucking problem.

“Perfect omega. I’m going to be so good to you.” The best alpha she’s ever had. Get her so addicted to me she’ll never want to leave.

Before I’ve really settled above her, the little minx cradles me between her thighs. Hips grinding, searching for friction even through our clothes. Those soaked shorts showing me exactly how ready she is.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Take what you want. You’re in control here.”

I expect her to ride me harder and steal an orgasm to take the edge off. Instead, that whine returns and tears track Daphne’s cheeks, absolutely gutting me.

“I don’t want to be in control,” she wails, throwing her hands over her face. “I just want to be fucked stupid and knotted until I pass out. Please?”

Poor, sweet girl. My heart breaks at how overwhelmed Daph is. I’ve been so focused on my feelings that I forgot we’re not the only ones who met their match today. From what Nate told me while Connor fixed his fuck up, she’s got scars that’ve barely finished healing.

Fingers wrapped around her wrists, I pin them next to her head. “Don’t worry, Daph. We’ll take good care of you. Just tell us if you don’t like something, okay?”

“That’s it?” She looks doubtful, so I give one long, luxurious roll of my hips and nearly die when her slick soaks through my pants.

“That’s it. Can you trust us and let us trust you back?” Her nod is so sweet. Shy, almost. “Need the words, Daph.”

“I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”

“Good. Now keep those eyes on me.”

She looks perfect underneath me, all smooth skin, bouncing curves and desperate hands as I press kisses across her flushed neck and graceful shoulders.

My tongue sweeps across her collarbone and lower as I sip on the hint of salt and the underlying essence of my omega.

“Heaven, Daph. Do you think you’ll taste that good everywhere? ”

Dainty pale green lace cup her breasts, showing hints of creamy white through the mesh. The color’s stunning against the strawberry gold of her hair. My palms cup her ribs, thumbs teasing her nipples in slow, maddening strokes. “Jesus Christ, this is beautiful.”

“I made it.”

The warning note is crystal clear. Don’t rip it.

“I’ll be gentle for now.”

Daphne’s breath stutters as I roll one nipple carefully between my teeth, stopping altogether when I give a single, hard suck. “Fuck!”

“Not yet.”

The other gets the same treatment, but nothing more. Just enough stimulation for the small peaks to stay hard, each one slipping through holes in the fabric.

“Incredible,” I breathe. “I’m going to cover these in cum before this heat’s over.”

Daphne’s hands wrinkle the sheets as she pants. “Yes, do that now.”

My mouth brushes across her plump stomach, leaving nips, licks, and sucking kisses wherever I fucking want. Her curves kill me. When I move across the band of her shorts with my teeth, she groans.

They catch, slowly pulling until I can see what’s underneath. More pale green lace, that triangle of flesh under sheerness driving me fucking insane. Almost as much as the scent of her slick is.

Dimpled thighs shine with her desire, and I can’t help rubbing my hands through the wetness, working it into our skin before pinning those legs to the bed.

Daphne lifts her hand to my cropped curls but stops short. There’s not a lot to grip, but whatever I’ve got is hers. I lead her back with a smile against her delicate skin. “Do your worst, baby.”

She thrusts her hips, rolling against my face on a gasp. The bite of her grip makes me a little crazy in the best way. When she drenches my mouth in slick, I stop breathing.

Daphne’s a sugar rush straight to the brain and I’m ready to sign on for a lifetime of cavities if it means I can have her.

“Please, Dez. Fuck, please touch me.” Daphne’s hands claw my scalp, chest heaving and eyes wild. I like her mindless. Like her writhing underneath me. My pretty, needy omega.

“I am touching you.”

Her brows furrow and I know she’s cracking, but it’s not tears I get. Instead, Daphne throws me a furious glance. “If you won’t help, I’ll get one of the others. They can’t be too far.”

She’s serious too. Her eyes move from me to the entrance of the nest like she’s about to track Nate and Connor down, and I’m unprepared for the way my hindbrain takes over.

The way my arms shake to pin her down.

The ache in my teeth to get her pliant in my hands.

The urge to chase and fuck and subdue.

Phantom needs sweeps over me so fast, I almost call for the monitor. It takes everything in me to keep my mouth to myself so I don’t trap Daphne with us for good. When I don’t give her what she wants, she huffs, twisting to slip out from under me.

The second she turns away, that’s it. Game over. Normal Dez slips to the back of my mind, and alpha Dez races out.

Growling, I snatch her thigh. My first attempt gets me a handful of soft fabric that slips down her legs and bares drenched, cheeky panties. Without the barrier of her shorts, sweetness gets thicker around us.

My head’s fuzzy as I reach again, getting a good grip this time and dragging her close. Pin her. Fuck her. Keep her.

Daphne’s damn near naked under me. It feels impossible to stay lucid, to hold myself from doing all the things I need to do to this woman. My woman. But I do. For her.

“Have you changed your mind?”

Daph rolls her eyes with a petulant scoff. “No.”

“Good. I’ll give you what you want, just don’t run from me. I can’t handle you running.” I whisper, nuzzling her neck and pining her with my body.

The firm warning is all I can give when my instincts are going haywire.

How tightly I’m holding onto my control but recognizing that means finally realizing her instincts are riding her too.

How difficult it is to lie there and let me play.

We’re just two people driven by urges we can’t control.

Two people fighting to make it out unscathed.

Daphne’s eyes are hazy, lips parted on the sweetest sigh, but her fingers drum against my body. Unsettled. “Dez, I need?—”

I prefer delayed gratification. Reaching and clawing for every orgasm. I think Daphne will too, but that’s going to have to wait.

We sigh when we’re skin to skin, clothes gone, and inhibitions lowered.

“I knew you’d look like this. Fucking incredible, Dez.” Daphne strokes my arms and sides, admiring my body. How long have I wanted an omega to pin me down and rut me dry just because she needs me?

Fucking forever.

“I can’t stop staring at you,” I confess. My nerves are gone, fears burned by the lust dripping from her words and between her pretty thighs.

“Bet I feel even better.”

Laughing, I want to spill everything. That watching her come undone will be the highlight of my life. That I see the fear in her eyes, but I’d never hurt her. She needs to know I’ve dreamed of having an omega for years, but Daphne’s so far beyond what I expected, I’m not sure I deserve her.

Maybe when this is over, we can talk about our damage. If she stays. If she chooses me. For now, I fist my cock, coating myself in slick. “Ready for me, gorgeous?”

“Are you ready for me ?” There’s a glimmer of mischief in the haze as Daphne rolls those hips again, sliding against me once before pulling me inside her.

God damn. She feels like nothing else.