Page 54 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

DEZ

While I hate making Daphne question, the regret fades under my omega’s attention. Each soft touch and gentle kiss reinforce that she missed me. She needed me.

Next time, I won’t fuck it up. “Glad you’re here, little muse.”

“Muse?” Daph asks with a shy smile and the sweetest blush.

“You’re all I can draw anymore.” I grab the sketchbook off the end table, pulling out the sheet I worked on last night. “Does it bother you?”

“No.” Her face is bright, scent getting heavier the longer she looks at the strokes that make up her hips and the curve of her arms.

Fisting her hair, I arrange Daph’s head so I can kiss one perfect cheek. “Are you pleased I can’t stop thinking about you, omega?”

I’ve been dying without her. She’s on my mind all the time and when I can’t sleep, I replay the memories of her heat until I have to come just to take the edge off. Now that I’ve got my hands on her again, I’m not sure how I’ll keep my teeth away. My knot.

And Daph looks just as affected. Her eyes are half-mast, those fuckable lips dampened by her tongue. “Yes, alpha.”

Fuck. She can’t call me that right now. Not when I’m struggling to maintain my composure.

Humming, I drag my mouth along her neck as far as I can. Our position’s one for snuggling, so there’s not much to reach, but I make do. “Should I show you what I’ve been dreaming about while you’ve been cuddled up with Nate every night?”

“You sound jealous,” she teases.

“Maybe I am.”

“I’ve been dreaming of getting you underneath me again, little muse. The heat wasn’t enough.” An idea hits and I slide Daph off my chest, twisting until I cover her. She whines, reaching for me, but I hold myself back. “I’ll give you what you want if you do the same.”

Bluer eyes narrow, chin tipped in defiance. “What do you want?”

“Nothing much. Just a little truth.”

She suspicious, but there’s no nervous tension in her body. No change to her scent at all. She trusts me, even if she has no clue what we’re doing.

Eventually, Daph nods. “I like playing games with you.”

I haven’t asked my questions yet, but I give her a reward anyway. The kiss is deep and desperate, only ending when her nails prick my skin. Her legs cradle my hips and the slow rock of my body.

“Give me another.” I love the way Daph’s breathing picks up. How she arches into my body when I nip her neck. “You told Connor you’re ready to court and Nate obviously knows, but you didn’t tell me. Why?”

“I thought you already knew.”

Her voice is thready as I take her pulse between my lips and suck, holding on to the last bit of restraint as I keep my teeth back. “Why would I?”

“Because I told you first.”

It takes me a second, but I can’t stop my smile when I do. “At Revelry, you mean. After your heat.”

When she was still so unsure about trying again. About giving herself to another pack. Even then, she wanted me. Wanted us.

“Yes.” Daph wiggles again, huffing when she doesn’t get what she wants.

For her reward, I push her shirt up until it pools at her neck, kissing and nipping the delicate skin before moving to her chest and stomach.

Leaving my mark on every inch of skin I can.

“I think I need to hear you say it. You’ve been talking to Connor and Nate sleeps in your bed, but I’ve been feeling left out. ”

It should scare me, being so honest, but I know Daphne won’t use it against me. In fact, her whole demeanor shifts to something softer. A quiet sort of adoration that echoes my own.

Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling until I drop on top of her so she can kiss me, nails scratching over my coarse hair in a way that makes my spine tingle and my shorts tight. “I want you, Dez Morgan. I want your whole pack, even if it terrifies me.”

When she breathes the words against my lips, I feel them slip down my throat, imprinting themselves deep inside. “How the fuck did we get so lucky?”

Daph hums as we work together to pull her shirt off. I’m going to take Nate’s lead and sneak my own into her wardrobe, if only to know they’re hiding more bras like this.

Fuuuuuck. “Did you wear this for me?”

“Yes.” Daphne grins, hands roaming over the cups. “Do you like it?”

“You have no idea.” The amethyst lace pulls out the pink tones of her hair, vibrant against the peeks of skin popping through.

But it’s not just the lingerie affecting me, it’s her.

“I’m going to draw you like this. Hair mussed, tits cupped in your creation, eyes latched on me. You look beautiful, little muse.”

She whimpers, grappling for my arms, my thighs.

This time, she offers me a reward. The taste of her mouth and her hand on my cock, stroking over the last shred of fabric separating us.

I let her play even though it takes everything to keep my composure.

To not rut her to the floor like instinct demands.

When I can’t take it anymore, I pull her hand away. “Are you still scared, baby?”

She looks away, chewing on her lip. “A little. I think you can hurt me.”

“Never.” It’s instinct to say it, but I know in my soul it’s true. “How could I hurt someone as incredible as you?”

“I’m not incredible. I’m just an omega who smells good.”

That pisses me off. I don’t get mad often, but Daphne talking down about herself is a surefire way to make it happen.

Tipping her face back to mine, it’s second nature to kiss her cheeks.

Her forehead. Her perfect, swollen lips.

“Are you telling me you look at this body and don’t see a fucking goddess?

You seriously think I could be around you for one second and not think you shine brighter than any star I’ve seen?

Come on, Daphne. You know better than that. ”

Her shorts come off and I stop and stare, giving her the full weight of my attention.

My desire. Running my thumbs along the edge of the matching panties, I can’t stop my groan.

They’re cut high on her hips, only to dive low at the front, showing the top of her pussy like a tease.

“Look at you. My omega, laying in my house in nothing but the lingerie you made. You’re absolutely breathtaking, little muse.

How can you possibly see yourself as anything less? ”

“It’s just lace.”

“This isn’t just anything, Daph. It’s a symbol of the life you created when no one thought you could. It’s a fucking miracle, baby.”

She pretends my words don’t have an effect, but I feel her shiver. Feel her bend for me. That’s fine. I’ll get her to admit it one day. For now, I have other things to do.

My hands rove her body, desperate for more, aching after days without her touch. Her nipple peaks against my tongue and Daphne loses it.

“I need you to fuck me,” she begs, eyes wild and hands caressing every inch of me she can find.

“I had plans to eat, but I’m willing to negotiate.” Palming between her thighs, I give her pussy a squeeze and nearly die at how wet she is. My girl likes my praise and attention.

“Fuck me now and you can eat me out later. Actually, we can sixty-nine because I want to blow you at the same time.”

Trailing my finger down her sternum, I consider it. “Agreed, but no knot without serious warmup…and I want three orgasms.”

Daphne’s eyes blow, her scent following. It’s been pillowing around us for a while, but it’s sharper now. Needier. Good. I want to smell her whenever I walk in the door. “You can come three times that fast outside a heat?”

Oh, sweet little muse.

“I can, but that’s not what I meant.” Watching those lips drop open is seriously making me reconsider the whole fucking first thing. “Yes or no, Daph?”

“Yes. I’ll take three orgasms.”

“And no knot.”

She pouts at that, but I won’t risk hurting her again. The memory’s kept me company since the heat, a shadow waiting to sweep me under when I’m not paying attention. I’ll never forget the way she stiffened, the way she hurt. I’ll give Daphne everything else, but my knot isn’t an option.

She finally agrees and we race to strip each other. Damn, she’s just so fucking pretty.

When I get distracted tracing patterns through her freckles, Daph huffs, dragging me into her grasp and anchoring me so close to her pussy, I can feel the heat on my hips. “If I promise to let you draw me nude another time, will you fuck me now?”

My cock jerks, dripping along her skin. The idea of laying her out for my eyes only, sketching her impaled on my lap steals what willpower I have left.

Being inside Daphne during her heat was insane. She was constantly overstimulated, her body desperately trying to force me deeper, knot her faster. She was also so hot, it was almost uncomfortable to penetrate her during the worst of her waves.

It’s a totally different experience this time. We kiss slowly, coaxing each other’s lips open. Hands roam bodies in quiet need. Daph traces the marble tattoo across my shoulder and rises to meet me. Wanting and aching, but not to the point of pain.

Having her feels like getting everything I’ve ever wanted and losing my mind all at once.

“God, I love your tattoos,” she whispers, hand running over the owl on my thigh.

“I know.” She spent most of the heat exploring our ink and the owl was a fan favorite. Apparently, sweet little Daphne likes thigh tats.

We stay tight together, skin sliding across one another, breathing the same fucking air. Her curls knot around my hand and I already know I’ll be detangling them for her later. Each whispered word stays between us, held in the rare spaces where our bodies don’t touch.

You feel so good, Daph. How did I live without you for so long?

Are you going to give me what you promised?”

I’ve been dreaming about you, little muse. Waking up every day hoping you were real.

Her first orgasms are small and sweet, my name on her lips no more than a cry, but I don’t let her rest. I adjust her so I can get closer, deeper. Angling my hips so I’m hitting the spots that make her eyes cross, head tipped until she bares that perfect throat.

I freeze as deep as I can, focus locked on that expanse of empty skin.