Page 51 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

NATE

Can’t say I’ve ever shut down a go kart place, but there’s a first time for everything.

After too many rounds of racing and a lot of shit talking—mostly by a certain omega, thank you very much—the staff walks us to our cars with a polite please don’t come back soon.

I hand them a stack of bills in apology, and they change their tune, but we laugh about it anyway.

Daphne’s glowed all night. The more we talked, touched and laughed, the happier she became. There is no brighter star than the one we’ve spent the night circling.

“Come home with us?” Connor murmurs, hauling Daph close and scent marking her cheeks.

I don’t want an omega, my ass.

“Not tonight.” There’s no mistaking Connor’s sadness, and she sweeps a hand through his hair. “Soon.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.” Daph pulls him in, and their kiss feels like an exhale. Soft and necessary. Connor keeps her close, whispering against her neck. After another reluctant kiss, he slips into the car and Dez takes his place.

He’s less cautious this time, pulling her in until she feels everything , fisting her curls and pulling her head back for a filthy kiss.

When he finally lets her go, Daphne’s perfuming, breathless. “See you tomorrow?”

“Can’t wait.” Dez nips her lip before turning to me. “Drive safe.”

“I will. Precious cargo.”

Daphne smells fucking sinful, and it takes everything in me to keep things PG as I help her with her seatbelt. When my arm brushes against her chest, she whimpers.

“Hold on, kitten. Just until we get home.”

“I’m hot, I’m horny and I want to come,” she whines. Her hands are in my hair, diving below the collar of my shirt as she desperately seeks skin. She nearly scratches me when I pull them back, kissing both before setting them carefully in her lap.

“You will as soon as we get home.”

“Nate.”

Love it when she says my name like that. “I’ll make it worthwhile. Just hold on a little longer.”

“What if I can’t?”

“Of course you can. You’re my perfect omega.” Perfume blooms and fuck me, that might have been a bad idea. I damn near slam the door, just to keep from rutting her right here.

Tossing a blanket on Daph’s lap and reminding her to keep her hands where I can see them, I race off with the windows down. The chilled night air is a balm against the heat racing through me, keeping me sane as I drive.

Just make it home. You can do this.

Daphne spends the entire drive squirming in her seat. The second we stop, she’s scrambling for the door.

“Wait,” I bark, heart in my throat. She didn’t even look to make sure no one was pulling in next to her.

When Daphne turns wide eyes my way, I realize I could’ve made a different choice. Not that I regret the bark because I don’t. “I’m sorry, but you didn’t look first. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

She watches me for a long time. “You were protecting me.”

“Yes.”

Her head cocks, seductive and sweet. “Your omega.”

“Yes,” I say, drawing the word out. Wait, am I not in trouble anymore?

“You’re a little obsessed with me, aren’t you?” Daphne smirks, this mischievous little grin that makes me so hard I think I’m going to pass out.

“Obviously.” Has she forgotten I broke into her house?

Perfume blooms between us, sticky sweet and making my mouth water.

“I think I like that.” Daphne carefully opens the door, making sure to look before she steps out. It gives me a view of her ass I can’t look away from. Apparently, I take too long because she leans back in. “Take me to my nest, alpha.”

My whole body vibrates with a growl. I meet Daph at the hood, lifting her over my shoulder without breaking my stride. Her hand lands a dull smack on my ass then holds there, groping as I stalk across the lawn and onto the porch.

I don’t put her down when I unlock the door or take us upstairs. I can’t. Not when every step closer to the nest has this energy winding around us. Tension we’ve been ignoring while Daphne licked her wounds. Now that things are settled, it needs to be released and I’m all fucking for it.

It feels like I’ve been dreaming of having her my entire life and now there are so many things I want to do.

Outside our room, I pause. Giving her one last chance to say no. “Are you sure about this?”

Daph pinches my ass with an impatient growl. “Take me inside and fuck me, Nate.”

The door creaks open, then slams shut when I kick it. My hands tremble as I slide her down the front of my body, loving the feel of my omega against me.

That’s when I learn something important. In certain situations, Daphne has the willpower of a gnat, too.

The second her feet hit the floor, she shoves her skirt, leggings and panties off in one go, climbing right back up my body as soon as she’s free. Her fingers dig into my shirt, face darting to my neck where she licks a long stripe against my skin.

Anchoring her to my body, I walk carefully to the bed. The last thing I want to do is send my omega tumbling. Every step moves her cunt against my fingers, and she pants and moans with each graze. By the time I perch on those fine sheets, Daphne’s thighs drip with slick.

“Are you needy, baby?”

“You made me wait.” Daph grinds on my cock, hands groping for my belt like she can’t stand another second without me inside her. It’s a flashback to her heat, where she was all need, all desperation.

“You want my knot, kitten?” She nods so fast curls fly everywhere. Leaning back onto my hands, I lift my hips enough for Daph to get the message. “Take it out.”

Lithe fingers work my button, then zipper, stroking along the curve of my contained cock. It’s a tease for both of us and when I lift my hips into her touch, she rips my jeans down, dropping to her knees so fast I’m still mid-lunge to catch her when she swallows me down.

“Jesus!” There’s no lead-up, no finesse. My dick’s barely out, yet Daph doesn’t seem to care. She’s driving me wild, fisting my knot, squeezing until I whimper at the exquisite pleasure. That warm, wet mouth sucks my tip like it’s going to steal every bit of cum from me just like this.

Chaos with the woman of my dreams.

“Need to be inside you, kitten. It’s been too long.”

She nods, eyes getting frantic, but she doesn’t move from the floor. Doesn’t stop sucking. That telltale spark of heat starts in my spine, my balls tightening as Daphne wrings every ounce of pleasure from me.

No. Not like this.

I make a split-second decision and grab her gently by the neck, pulling her off my cock. A string of saliva connects us, and I’m so hypnotized watching Daph lick her lips, bringing the taste of me inside her, that I almost miss the tensing of her muscles as she lunges again.

My sweet little omega wants my cock in whatever way gets it to her fastest. I want her pussy wrapped around me, not her mouth. Only one of us is going to win this argument and it’s going to be me.

This is one of those moments where I’m glad to be as big as I am. While Daphne’s focused on getting that greedy tongue around me, I reach between her legs, palm her slick pussy and use that grip to lift her.

“No!”

“Hush,” I growl, dropping her onto my lap even as she fights to get down again. The hand around her throat twitches and she whines, hips rocking against me as I fist my cock, drag it against her clit and slide right inside.

I’m convinced that there’s nothing as good as being inside Daphne. Nothing as perfect as feeling my omega. As I push her down on my length, she stops fighting, mouth curved in a surprised ‘o’ as she squirms.

There’s no stopping my smirk as I guide our movement. “Is that what you need, kitten? Me inside this perfect pussy?”

“Yes.” There’s that breathy tone I’m already addicted to. The one that sounds like I’m the only thing she wants in the world.

“Are you sure? You wanted me to stop before.”

“No! Please don’t stop.” Her nails dig, body arching into mine. Even her pussy squeezes down on me, holding me right where she wants.

“I’m not going anywhere, kitten.”

Daph looks at me, eyes softening as she strokes a hand through my hair. “I know.”

The frenetic energy from before fades and we keep things slow, moving together like we’ve been lovers for years.

A caress here, a sigh there. Shared breaths and soft, warm eyes connecting with mine.

It’s intimate having her like this. Face to face, chest to chest, our hands roving each other like we can’t handle being more separate than we already are.

This is how it’s supposed to be. Like coming home. Returning to ourselves.

Eventually, the franticness comes back. Daphne bounces faster, squeezing me every time she rises like she doesn’t want my cock to leave her at all. Her brows furrow, a tiny scowl painting her features with frustration and that damn whine.

“I need more.”

She needs a knot, I can tell. Daphne’s agitation grows as she tries and tries to get it inside her without the right leverage.

“Need help, baby?”

“Please.” Tears line her eyes and that’s all I can take.

Her body feels so small in my hands as I spread her thighs until it almost hurts, giving me space to thrust from beneath. Daphne gasps my name, and I think I’m going to lose it before we’re even locked together. “Almost there, baby. Hold on for me.”

Her hips move to just the right angle and my next thrust is exactly what we need.

The way she thrashes on my knot, nails cutting, teeth snapping, moans growing. That shit’s like candy to me. Scent thick enough to feel it slide down my throat. I want to breathe Daphne and only Daphne. Want her inside me all the time.

Bite. Bond. Claim.

It’s so fucking tempting. The teeth caps are long gone, and her throat is right fucking there .

I could do it. I could make her mine.

The urge to bond Daphne gets so bad I bite my arm because I don’t trust my mouth on her right now. Not for a kiss or a nibble or a lick, especially when she’s squeezing the life and cum out of me like it’s the only thing that matters.

She chants things like more, harder, don’t stop under her breath even as her hips stutter. It’s nothing to take over until another wave of pleasure steals us both.

It takes a few orgasms stretched around my knot, but Daphne finally settles. The combination of us soaks my thighs and the bed’s not much better. Not that I mind. I’ll sleep in the wet spot every time if it means having her like this.

Mental note, buy a waterproof blanket or five.

“Good?” I kiss her gently as we both come down.

“So good. Needed you.” When Daph smiles, nails scratching through my stubble, I realize she’s teasing me about her heat. You need me.

“I do, ya know.”

“Yeah, Nate,” she laughs. “I know.”

We stay there, grinning stupidly at each other, grinding just enough to keep my knot exactly where it is. I could live like this forever, but Daphne’s blinks begin to slow and my back starts aching. “Come on, kitten. Bedtime.”

“Nooooo.”

I nip her neck, feeling a little less feral now that I’ve trapped her on my knot. “Yes.”

With a hand on her ass, I slowly maneuver us into the middle of the bed, every movement making us gasp.

“Oh my god, stay still,” Daphne hisses.

“Almost there,” I promise.

By the time I can finally lean back against the pillows, her thighs are shaking, and we’re soaked again. What the fuck ever. If she stays on top of me all night, she’ll be warm enough.

It’s a task to strip out of our clothes, but I manage that too, wrapping us in one of the heavy blankets Daph favors. She snuggles into my chest with this cute little chirrup, cozy and close enough to touch whenever I want.

For a moment, I can hardly breathe. This is perfect. My omega in my arms. My heart fuller than it’s ever been.

I brush her sweaty hair back, needing her face. “You’re so pretty like this, all rumpled and smelling like me.”

She playfully rolls her eyes even as she yawns. “I’ve got a ton of work to do tomorrow in the store.”

“Go to sleep, then. I’ll be here when you wake.” Brushing my hand along her back, I let the soft, sweeping strokes lull her closer to dreams as my eyes catch the window I climbed through. “I never asked, are you mad I broke in?”

“No.” Daph sniffles a little, then sighs. “My exes left me alone a lot.”

My heart races, and she pets my chest like she can feel it. “Like, during the day or…”

Daphne shrugs, even though I can feel the remembered pain lancing through my chest. “All the time. Random Mondays, weeks where they’d go out of town with no warning. After arguments. Heats.”

What the fuck? “Are you talking once or all the time?”

“All the time.” She pets my chest again, frowning at the growl I’m trying so hard to hide until her own sweet purr lifts it away. “They said they were too busy to help me for a week.”

That’s beyond abusive, it’s inhumane. Daphne would’ve been out of her mind, vulnerable and in need and they just left her there? Alphas like that shouldn’t be allowed near any omegas, let alone mine.

But it makes sense, now. The way she reacted to Connor in the car, us moving in. I’m sorry I’m an inconvenience. When people tell you over and over that that’s what you are, you start to believe it yourself.

My poor kitten. Instead, I pull the blanket until it nearly covers Daphne’s head, tighten my hold so much I worry I’m squeezing too hard.

Omegas like being surrounded by their alphas, protected almost to the point of suffocation.

I wish my brothers were here so they could help me.

Yet, she surrenders to my touch happily.

“The worst part is, I thought that’s what it meant to be in a pack,” she admits. “That we all had to sacrifice for the greater good. You’re teaching me that my needs don’t have to come last. So, no. I’m not mad you broke in, I’m glad you did it.”

Words will never express how heartbroken I am that this amazing woman was treated like shit by people who were supposed to care about her. I hope my actions show her I’m nothing like them. That this pack is here to put her first, however we can.

I purr and she smiles against my peck. It’s so sweet, I can’t help but tip her face up to taste it. “I will never leave you alone.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.” Daph laughs when I tickle her, then snuggles in, eyes drooping. “I really like you, Nate.”

“I adore you, kitten.”

Only when she’s passed out, mouth open as she sucks in lungfuls of my scent, do I finally relax my grip.

“You can’t leave us,” I whisper. “I’m not sure we’d survive it.”

She doesn’t wake at my confession, and I don’t want her to. It was more for me, anyway.

I need Daphne more than anyone I’ve ever met. She’s my omega and whatever happens, I don’t intend to let her go anywhere without me.

Get ready, baby. I’m about to be your favorite stage-five clinger.