Page 42 of Knot Heirs: Serenity's Reign

Would Darius be fine with this?

The answer came to her with an irritating clarity. The possessive fucker would be watching approvingly from the shadows, only stepping in if Lucian crossed a line Darius didn’t want to be crossed.

As if any line existed between those ruthless bastards.

The click of her belt buckle coming undone snagged her attention, loud and stark against the roaring silence in her mind. She looked down to see his hand at work, inching her zipper down with a predatory determination.

Each minuscule sound rang in her ears with jarring clarity, demanding they both acknowledge the direction this was headed. He was testing her limits, pushing her to react, to choose whether she’d let him get away with claiming her so obliviously. She kept telling herself she could stop this.

She could stop him.

Couldn’t she?

Her own body was betraying her, and she knew it; Lucian did too.

He played her reactions like a maestro, every touch deliberate, every move calculated to drive her mad with need. She should have been ashamed of the slick pooling in hercustom-designed scent-suppressing panties, but all she could feel was reckless excitement at the idea of being wanted by him so entirely.

The bastard knew he had the upper hand, and watching him enjoy it made her want to give in with a dangerous abandon.

When she can say a single word and get out of…

Yet.

She bites her bottom lip even harder now, her pussy throbbing with intensity at the idea of being touched by him, at the shocking realization of just how much she craved the feel of his hands on her.

The heat that seems to ooze into the surface of her skin in comparison to the chilled breeze around them makes her want to quiver in submission, and maybe this is what this is. Maybe this is what it means to have her body rule over her mind. Never before had the sheer force of her reaction obliterated her instincts, and overwhelmed her defenses.

She had always been the one in control, but now, with him, it was different.

He’s testing if she can be submissive.

If she’s willing to lower her defenses for him. For a potential group of Alphas who actually see her potential despite her hyper independence.

Being submissive has frightened her ever since she knew she’d become this way, since the day she found out she was an Omega. To give that kind of control over to someone else was to open herself to dangers she swore to avoid. But this was the first time she questioned whether she could be submissive based on the Alpha in question, the first time she understood that her fear might not be the whole story. Lucian had stayed in the shadows until now, but as he crept closer, she felt the binding nature of his presence pull at something deep and secret inside her.

When they share a look, she knows what he’s waiting for: a sign of defiance, any sort of resentment for what he wants to do. When she offers him none, when she doesn’t show a trace of rebellion, he slips his hand into her pants without hesitation, until his fingers caress the layer of her panties. He felt the thick wetness of her slick, and she felt the intensity of his touch vibrate through her as though he was striking a chord.

She doesn’t even need to try and pretend the scent of her arousal isn’t flooding their senses, doesn’t need to turn a blind eye to how perfectly pleased Lucian looks as he purposely inhales and exhales, savoring the evidence of his effect on her.

“You smell divine, princess,” he teases.

There was no retreat in him, no holding back. For a man with no patience or margin for error, he seemed curiously content to play the long game with her, to push without pushing too far. It was a mess of contradictions, and it tore at her. She couldn’t let herself trust it…trust him.

With that knowing smirk, he intensified the contact, dipping beneath the thin fabric to touch her bare skin, his thumb circling in that terribly insistent way with her clit that made her thighs quiver and her head spin. It was almost more than she could process.

“Your body has a mind of its own, Serenity,” he murmured, with an authority that made her pulse spike. “Just like I knew it would.”

She opened her mouth to deny him, but the haughty protest died as he slipped another finger in and curled it just right. Her body bowed toward him in white-hot desperation as she let out a breathless cry, as everything in her screamed. She was on the brink, on the edge, already too far gone to remember why she’d ever thought she could resist this. She arched into his touch, her hips jerking toward him in a final, reckless surrender.

The fabric is soaked by now, practically useless in its duty of suppressing anything, which is why he easily tugs it aside, allowing his fingers the joy of gliding along her slick-covered folds, before he slides one finger in to test the gushing pool of slick before a second finger, making her moan and lift her hips further to encourage his movement.

“Look at my royal,” he purrs enticingly as he pumps his fingers into her craving pussy. “So wet just for me.”

“I-I’m not,” she defiantly argues, which only makes him chuckle as he pauses, his fingers deep into her pussy and spreading teasingly until she whimpers and quivers at his domain.

"And yet here you are." His voice dropped an octave, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. "You may not want to recognize what pleases you, Serenity, but what your mind refuses to accept, your body is more than capable in acknowledging,” he emphasizes and inhales dramatically. “I can smell it on you. That beautiful scent of arousal that everyone who walks down this way will inhale and know I’m doing a good job as an Alpha by teasing the Omega I yearn to make a deal with."

Serenity fought the urge to squirm in her seat.

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