Page 68 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

“Fuck yeah. Make the house smell just like you.” Daph whines and I pull out just enough to smack her clit. “None of that.”

“Did you say something?” Maverick asks.

“Drive safe.” Daphne’s voice wavers as her orgasm crests.

“Will do. See you soon.”

“Bye!” Daph tosses the phone, oblivious to the fact that it landed in the dry sink, and clutches at my neck. “Connor.”

The whine reverberates in my brain, but I know what she needs. I can feel her tightening around me, body contracting. Desperate for a knot she’s not getting anytime soon. She whines again, tossing her head in frustration as her orgasm takes too long. “ Connor!”

“That’s right, omega. Say my name.”

And she does.

She coats my hand in slick and screams so loud I’m sure my brothers can hear her outside. Meanwhile, I leave love bites all over Daph’s neck and shoulders. When I’m done, she looks wrung out and just fucked, but it’s not enough.

My instincts demand a claim I can’t take, a way to show everyone coming that she’s mine. Since I’m not biting her yet, I’ve got to do something else.

Nate lopes inside before I can whisk Daphne off, obliviously wiping off his hands. I think we’re in the clear until he stops dead in the doorway, nostrils flaring as he scents our omega’s orgasm. “I thought we weren’t playing before guests came over.”

That’s what Daphne told him when he suggested a group shower to help relax everyone, but things changed. I changed.

Fucking butterfly .

“We’re not,” I growl, bending to toss Daph over my shoulder. One hand grips her thigh to hold her steady, while the other falls between her legs.

“Connor!” She squeaks, hands on my ass to hold herself up.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll put you down.”

“We don’t have time.” She’s got the words, but none of the action.

“Forget about time. Tell me the truth.”

“Yes, I want it.”

Good enough for me.

I’m sure I’ll feel like shit later, but when Nate steps closer to drop a kiss to Daphne’s cheek, my lip curls in a snarl. Even that’s too much touching when I’m like this.

With a wary eye on the near feral alpha in front of him, he backs off immediately, speaking soft and slow. “You sure you’re okay with this, kitten?”

The growl makes my chest vibrate. “I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“No one said you would,” Daph promises. She pets my ass and my thighs, unable to reach much more. “I’m good, Nate. Just let us through.”

My brother’s bigger than me and doing absolutely everything he can to remind me he’s not a threat. Shoulders bowed, head down, hands loose at his sides. Innocent. “Dez and I will handle the guests. Call if you need us.”

“We won’t.”

He rolls his eyes at me, blowing Daph a kiss. “Have fun, babe.”

I take the stairs fast, careful not to jostle Daphne more than I have to.

When we get to my room, it takes everything in me not to toss her on the bed and sink inside her.

I’m fully in hindbrain, desperate to rut, claim, defend my omega.

The fog’s a little too close for comfort, but not enough that I’m concerned.

Accidental bonding? No. Taking too long? Probably.

Carefully, I slide Daphne down my body, not wanting her to get sick from the blood rush. When she’s upright, I realize it’s the first time she’s in my room. My space. She looks so fucking perfect here. It feels wrong to be so close and not kiss her, so I do.

There’s something about kissing this woman that just feels right.

Is it the way her lips mold to mine or how we instinctively know what the other wants?

That same connection that traps us, whispering secrets in our ears.

Whatever it is, I hope we never get used to it.

I want the awe of kissing Daph for the rest of my life.

When she finally pulls away, she’s fumbling for the edge of my shirt even as she mutters, “We shouldn’t do this. They’re going to be here soon.”

I lean away enough to get it off and then I’m right back against her, driving deep into her mouth and desperate for the chance to do it somewhere else, too. “Who gives a fuck?”

Her hands fly to my chest, pupils wide as she glides them over the bare skin. Daph tracks my tattoos, fingers tracing them reverently. I would give anything to have her do this every day. “Seriously, we shouldn’t do this.”

I nearly choke when she says it, but I force myself to pull away. Give her space. Guiding her to the edge of the bed, rubbing my hands softly along her calves. “What does that mean?”

I want to think I haven’t ruined things between us with my fuckup, but maybe she’s trying to let me down gently. One courting gift—as awesome as it was—isn’t enough to fix things. We’ve had a few dinners together as a pack, but maybe our journey is just slower than my brothers.

Eventually, Daph says, “This isn’t a good idea.”

“If this is because of what happened between us, I completely understand, and if you tell me to stop, I will. But if you want this and you’re scared to say it, let me prove that you can fall, and I’ll always catch you. I made a mistake once, Daph. I don’t intend to make it twice.”

“I’m scared to want you.”

Is it wrong that I like when she tells me that? Not because I get off on her fear, but because I don’t think Daphne’s had a lot of people she can trust with her feelings. Every time she offers them to us, she proves that we’re in that small group. The chosen few.

“Do you remember what I said when I apologized?” I wrap our fingers together, needing to feel her. To feel us. “Let’s be scared together, baby.”

“Okay.”

My heart leaps at her trust, but I don’t move. “Tell me what you want. I won’t push you, but I need you to give me the boundaries.”

“You’re with me?” she asks.

“Right here, angel.”

Her eyes shine with affection when she pulls me closer, whispering against my mouth. “Then I want everything, Connor. For today, at least.”

Good enough.

I steal a brief kiss before pushing her onto her back and drowning her in my heat. My scent. “Your friends are almost here, so this is gonna be quick and dirty.”

“Yes. Do that.” Daph’s already shoving my jeans down, even as our mouths connect in a messy, desperate embrace.

I don’t mind since I’m ripping her pants and panties off.

There’s something filthy about fucking your partner half-dressed and fully crazed.

Like even the act of getting naked is too long to be without them.

Coating my hand with slick makes her moan, and again when I stroke my cock with it. There’s no time for any real prep, I’m going to use whatever I have to ensure I don’t hurt her.

“Inside, now.” Daphne pulls me back for a kiss, holding tight as I fuck her for the first time in almost a month.

“You feel so good,” I groan, brain shut down.

“More, please. Move.” Daphne’s head tilts, baring her neck to me.

Scrapping my teeth along the column of her throat, I let her feel what’s going to be hers one day if I’m lucky. My bite on her skin. Our souls locked together. She has no idea how much I want that with her.

She whines and I lose it, teasing her with my knot on every thrust. Daph shudders, our hips slapping as she rides me from the bottom.

Through it all, she never stops begging for my knot, her voice getting louder and louder.

I don’t know if her friends are here yet, but they don’t get to have this part of her. No one but us does.

Cuffing the back of her neck, I press Daph’s mouth into my shoulder, offering a sweet kiss to her cheek. “Better be quiet, angel. Don’t want Maverick to hear how well I fuck you, right?”

I can hear her muffled pleas, but I have other plans to ease the caveman circuit going through my mind.

Tilting my hips, I adjust to hit right…about… there.

Daphne’s mouth opens wide, nails digging into my back as she shakes through the surprise orgasm.

Her hips stutter, so I palm her ass, forcing her to work my cock through the spasms. It’s almost too much, the fog so close to taking over that I feel my jaw putting pressure on her neck, but I hold it off. Force myself back and away.

No biting. Not yet. Her skin’s gonna bruise something fierce, though.

Good. Claim her anyway you can.

When her thighs shake against me, I haul Daph to the end of the bed until her ass is hanging off the edge and I’m nearly on my knees. It’s uncomfortable as hell, but I need her close for this. Her head shoots up when I pull out of her warmth. “Con?—"

My fingers tangle in her hair again, gently forcing her head down as I place the tip of my cock against her clit. “Watch.”

My other hand guides hers to my dick and together we stroke.

She feels so good against me, eager and a little confused, but she does exactly what I want.

Squeezes tight along the shaft and twists at the head just right.

Sneaks over my knot and holds until I’m dizzy before doing it all over again.

Continuing until I’m coming all over her swollen flesh.

Daph gasps as I make her squeeze me tight, thrusting in her grip to smear my release until all I can smell is cum, sex and us.

As if that’s not enough, I run my cheeks over her until she’s so saturated in my scent that it’s fucking impossible for someone to think she’s anything but mine.

Only then does the threat of fog disappear and I feel like myself again.

“You didn’t come inside me.” Daphne pouts and it’s so fucking cute, I have to kiss it off her face.

“Had a point to make.”

“What’s that?”

She knows. I can tell by how thick her blush is, how she bites her lip, and her body tightens around absolutely nothing. But I tell her anyway. “You’re ours, Daphne.”

I would die a thousand deaths to see that smile on her face. Small, but so fucking powerful it could bring a god to their knees.

My hands shake as I reach for her discarded panties and slip them up her legs, making it to her thighs before she stops me. “What’re you doing?”

“Getting you dressed. We’ve got guests to entertain.”

Daph rolls her eyes, trying to push my hands down again. “They can entertain themselves for five more minutes. I need to clean up first.”

“No.”

There’s a stillness that comes from an angry omega. A primal signature screaming danger, danger. I’m not sure we’re there, but Daphne is decidedly frosty when she growls, “Excuse me?”

“You’re going out there covered in my scent and dripping with my cum.”

Pretty blue eyes blink at me before Daph scoffs. Her arms cross over her chest and already, I hate the distance between us. “And if I say no?”

She can and I’ll drop it, but she likes how possessive my pack is, and I know she feels the same about us. Leaning up, I graze my lips over hers. “If you clean up, so do I. Your choice, angel. Are we cleaning up or going as we are?”

What was soft, sugary sweetness in the air turns sharper, territorial as Daph realizes what I already know. If I shower, which we’ll have to do to clean up at this point, I’ll be around three unbonded omegas without her scent mark.

Come on, baby. Show me what you’re made of.

Daphne’s glare is fierce, even as she helps me move those panties until all my cum is exactly where it should be—pressed against her skin.

I kiss the little bow on the front of her panties, inhaling deep at the scent of us together. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m dirty,” she complains. She’s still trying to be angry about my overhandedness, but I can see the delight hiding under the surface. Her omega instincts sated at last.

“I like you dirty.” At my smug grin, Daph knocks me off balance, laughing when I topple over. I don’t give a fuck, though. My omega’s going to smell like me all night.

When we’re finally put together again, I check the time, pleased that we’re not late after all. “Come on, let’s meet your friends.”

“You cannot go out there smelling like pussy.” She points to the slick-covered edge of my shirt and the wet spot on my jeans.

“Why not? Everyone will know I satisfied my omega.”

“Connor!” Daph looks so scandalized. I can’t help but laugh.

“Fine, I’ll change. You head downstairs and I’ll be right behind you.”

I get the side-eye of a lifetime. “I mean it, Connor. Change .”

“I will, angel. Promise.”

She gives me a grumpy little peck then flounces down the stairs muttering about being sticky all fucking day. I wait until I hear her on the first floor before heading to the guest room.

The door opens to boxes and fresh paint, but I don’t linger. Just strip my clothes off, chuck them onto the bed, and head back to my room.

Time to meet the future in-laws.