Page 62 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

Yet I can’t help but poke him. This man that I know could never hurt me. “You are my friend.”

“Is that all I am to you, Daphne? Just your friend?” Nate’s head cocks, but it’s less golden retriever, more predator. Like he’s fallen into hindbrain. Into the hunt. The rut. He hasn’t, but he’s this close to the danger zone.

Why do I like that so much?

I shake my head as one of those hands slips behind my neck, squeezing the way he loves while the other caresses the inside of my thigh. The slow slide of it moving to meet the satin of my panties makes my breath catch. “Do you let your friends touch you like this?”

“No.” Between his body against mine, the way he holds me firmly and how his scent tunnels down my throat, filling me in a way so little ever has, I’ve never felt so desired. So safe. “I’m sorry, Nate.”

He clicks his tongue and his hand shifts just enough to slide beneath my panties so he can palm my body the way he likes.

“You should be. You lied to your parents, and you lied to yourself.” His fingers play in my slick, showing me just how wet I am for this man.

“Does this feel like we’re just friends? ”

“No.”

“Say it louder, kitten. I want to hear you.”

“No!”

“That’s right,” he purrs, grinding his palm against my clit. The pressure’s amazing, but definitely not enough to get me off. I think that’s the point, though. “What should I do about this?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm. I think the next time you say we’re just friends, I’m going to fuck my baby into you. That should be enough to convince you you’re mine, right?”

Oh my god. Why is that so hot? “Yes.”

“Sweet kitten.” Nate’s nose trails across my jaw to my ear. “Tell me to stop.”

My body clenches, desperate to have him closer. To tease him until he gives me what I’m craving. But this is a punishment. I hurt his feelings, and he’s going to make me pay for it in a way we’ll both enjoy.

“Don’t stop,” I pant. How he’s doing this, I have no clue, but I feel unglued in his arms. Scattered, aching, and so fucking needy.

“You’re such a good girl. My perfect, beautiful omega.” Every time this pack alphas call me that, I believe it a little more, but when Nate says it, I fucking preen. “That’s right, Daph. You’re so perfect. How could I ever want to be just your friend when we’re so much more?”

“Nate, please .” I try to grind against him, but he keeps me pressed against the door, forcing me to take what he gives.

And he fucking gives.

Those big fingers move, circling my clit with slow, even intensity. I’m already so high-strung that it won’t take much to set me off, but as soon as I get close, he backs away. Stroking me just enough to keep me on edge, but not enough to tip over.

“More,” I beg, voice breaking, but he doesn’t speed up.

Nate hums against my cheek, kissing me softly. His scent teases my nose, getting deeper the longer this continues. Hot, sweaty nights and sticky sweet skin. “Say it, Daphne. Tell me what I need to hear, and I’ll let you come.”

“You’re not my friend.”

“I’ll always be your friend,” he corrects. “But that’s not all I am, and you know it.”

“You’re not just my friend.”

“Good girl.” His hand moves faster, ramping me up to a climax that’s going to shatter my fucking spine. “Now, give me my orgasm. I think I’ve earned it for not beating the shit out of your dad, don’t you?”

I think it’s the instinctive response to protect me that shoves me headfirst into pleasure.

It’s like the first breath of fresh air after being cooped up inside all winter, a promise of new life and new chances.

Just when I think it’s over, Nate bites my neck, fingers still moving against me.

His teeth dig and dig but don’t break skin even when I squirm and beg for it.

His bite. His bond. His affection. Fucking anything .

“You’re doing so well, baby. Give me another. Show me you’re sorry.”

There’s no doubt that I could stop this if I wanted.

No question that if I asked, Nate would step back, but I know what I said hurt him and this alpha, he’s sensitive.

He wants me more than anyone ever has, and he can’t stand the idea of me slipping through his fingers.

It’s obsession, plain and simple, but I can’t find it in myself to be wary or scared.

There’s nothing painful between us, nothing dangerous. Only love and support and the kind of presence I always wanted in an alpha. If he needs to take his fears out on my body, to wring me dry and fuck me stupid to remind himself that I’m right here…well, that’s not much of a hardship in my book.

“Daph?” Nate’s still, waiting for my agreement.

I wrap my hand around his wrist and pull him closer. “I can do it. Let me make it up to you.”

That grin obliterates any chance of walking out of here unscathed. Nate Morgan is going to ruin me, and I’m pretty sure I’ll thank him for it.

The fingers he slips inside my body only add to the overstimulation. My chest heaves and I rise to my tiptoes, biting my lip so hard I nearly bleed. The world disappears and all I see is the alpha in front of me, writing declarations along my skin with his tongue.

It’s too much. Way too much, but I can’t stop. Can’t step away from the pleasure that’s lighting up my veins like sparklers. Nate bites me again, hard enough to bruise a different spot, and I lose my fucking mind.

Fingers claw at his head, trapping him against my skin, whispering pleas and promises as I beg him to finish the bite. My hips writhe against his firm hold, and he goes until I drench us both as I squirt.

“ Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. ” I can’t stop saying it as Nate slowly withdraws his hand and I throw my own over his mouth before he can make a joke. “Don’t you dare.”

“I don’t need to say a thing.” The cocky bastard nips my palm before kneeling at my feet to give my poor, abused clit a kiss. When I hiss, he rubs his hand along my shaking thigh, snapping the wet garter gently. “Was that okay?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even the breeding stuff?”

“Especially that.”

He smirks and my whole fucking body flushes. I don’t even care. This man is so fucking sweet, I’m pretty sure I’d let him get me pregnant if he asked. Not because I want a baby to love, but because I cannot imagine a better person to raise a child with.

Holy shit, calm down, Daph. You just started courting.

I blame the endorphins.

Nate leans in for one long lick over my inner thigh. “I don’t like it when you call me that.”

Friends, he means. I can’t help but snort. “You’ve made that abundantly clear. It won’t happen again, but feel free to punish me like that if it does.”

Nate’s grin’s a little shy and vulnerable.

Tipping his chin up, I ask, “What do you want me to call you?”

“Your alpha,” he says immediately. “Your partner. Your boyfriend. Literally anything but your fucking friend .”

“Agreed.” I lean down to taste myself on his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.” He grins, pulling until I drop onto his lap in an ungraceful heap. “This was fun, though. I like learning what makes you tick. How far I can push you. What gets you hot.”

“I like you .” The words slip from my throat without thought, but I don’t take them back. Not when Nate lights up like I’ve offered him the moon.

“Like you too, kitten.” He kisses me slowly at first, then harder. Desperate. Hands roaming until I’m nearly panting in his arms again.

With little effort, he stands, looking at the puddle at our feet while I’m locked in his arms and this feral, lopsided grin splits his lips. “Think I can make you squirt while you’re on my knot this time?”

I have no clue, but I’m definitely willing to try.