Page 66 of Hard Knot

She isn’t treating me like a fragile Alpha in need of comfort. She’s playing me like a finely tuned instrument, her every movement designed to elicit a reaction.

And fuck, is it working.

She drags her teeth lightly along the foreskin, just enough to make me jerk in surprise, a sharp hiss escaping my lips. She pauses, her tongue darting out to soothe the same spot, and then she hums again, the vibration traveling straight to my core.

“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, my voice rough with barely restrained need.

She keeps going, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks of her tongue against the sensitive tip. My hearing heightens further, honing in on every lewd sound her mouth makes—the wet slurps, the soft hums of approval, the faint rustle of fabric as she adjusts her position.

It’s maddening.

And yet, I can’t bring myself to stop her.

Her scent is intoxicating, wrapping around me like a drug. Vanilla and honey, with that darker, muskier undertone unique to Omegas on the verge of Heat. It’s driving me insane, clouding my thoughts, and making it impossible to focus on anything other than her.

She’s a definition of perfection I never thought I’d give to an Omega in this lifetime.

I can’t let her have all the control. Not now.

My fingers move before I can think, tangling in her hair to still her. Her soft, damp locks slide easily between my fingers as I grip the back of her head, holding her in place.

She freezes for a moment, and I can feel her sharp inhale against my length.

“You need to learn,” I grunt, my voice rough and breathless, “what a real punishment is all about.”

I don’t give her time to react before I thrust into her mouth, my hips moving with deliberate force. The sound she makes —a muffled gasp of surprise— sends a bolt of satisfaction through me.

It’s not gentle.

It’s not supposed to be.

I set a slow, punishing rhythm, pulling her head toward me as I thrust deeper. Her mouth is stretched around me, her lips soft but unyielding as they slide along my length. Her hands come up to grip my thighs, her nails digging into the fabric of my slacks as she braces herself.

The sensation is overwhelming—the wet heat of her mouth, the way her tongue presses against me with each thrust, the occasional scrape of her teeth that sends sparks of pleasure-pain coursing through me.

“Fuck,” I growl, the word guttural and raw.

I know Carter and Felix are still in the room, watching this unfold, but I don’t care. All that matters is the way she feels, the way she moves, the way she takes me. I hear Carter mutter something under his breath, probably some snide comment about my control slipping, but I ignore him.

This isn’t about them.

It’s about her.

About how she’s driving me to the brink without even realizing it.

Her mouth tightens around me, her tongue swirling as she adjusts to the pace I’ve set. My breaths come faster, unevenly, and I can feel the tension coiling in my core, building with each movement.

I’m close. On the brink of relief and I can’t stop myself.

My grip tightens in her hair, holding her still as I slow my thrusts, trying to draw this out just a little longer. I want to savor it—the way she feels, the way she smells, the way she takes every inch of me like she was made for it.

“Good girl,” I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them. “You’re a good submissive Omega when punished, hmm?”

She hums in response, the sound sending vibrations through my cock, and I nearly lose it then and there.

Fuck, this is too much.

And I don’t want it to end.

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