Page 97 of Knot Heirs: Serenity's Reign

His eyes flicked up to hers, deadly serious. "Only with your permission."

Something in his deference – the powerful Alpha waiting on her word – broke the last of her resistance. She nodded once, unable to voice the desire coursing through her veins.

It was all the invitation he needed. His mouth found her center through the delicate fabric of her underwear, the heat of his breath making her gasp. When he moved the material aside and his tongue made direct contact, she had to grip the nearby mirror for support.

Darius worked her with expert precision, his tongue thrusting inside her, then circling her most sensitive spot with maddening skill. Her hips moved of their own accord, seeking more of the pleasure he offered. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, keeping her in place as he devoured her like a man starved.

The tension built rapidly, her body responding to him with embarrassing eagerness. When he slipped two fingers inside her while his tongue continued its relentless attention, Serenity had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.

"Don't hold back," he murmured against her flesh. "I want to hear you."

The command in his voice pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm washed through her like a tidal wave, her body pulsing around his fingers as she came against his mouth with a strangled moan.

Darius groaned in response, the vibration extending her pleasure as he lapped at her release. When the waves finally subsided, he placed one final kiss on her inner thigh before rising to his full height, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Her cheeks burned with both satisfaction and a strange vulnerability. Straightening her dress with trembling hands, she noted how he always seemed to be the one giving her pleasure.

"You're always doing that," she said, still catching her breath.

"Doing what?" He raised an eyebrow, looking utterly unrepentant as he wiped his mouth with his thumb.

"Pleasing me. I never..." She gestured vaguely, unused to discussing such matters so openly. "I never return the favor."

His expression softened momentarily, revealing something almost tender beneath his usual calculated exterior. "I don't mind," he said simply. "Watching you come apart is its own reward."

"Well, I do mind," Serenity said, surprising herself with her boldness. With gentle pressure against his chest, she backed him toward the cushioned bench in the corner of the dressing room. "Sit."

Darius's eyebrows shot up, but he complied, his gray eyes never leaving hers as he settled onto the bench. The Prime Alpha, used to commanding others, allowed himself to be commanded—by her.

Serenity reached behind herself, slowly unzipping the dress he'd selected. She let it slide down her body with deliberate patience, revealing herself inch by inch. The heavy silk pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her black lace underwear.

"You're fucking magnificent," Darius said, his voice rougher than she'd ever heard it. "Every inch of you."

The compliment sent heat rushing to her cheeks. In her twenty-six years, she'd grown accustomed to being evaluated, assessed, appraised—hazards of being an Omega in a world that commodified her designation—but never admired quite like this. Never with this reverence.

"You don't need to flatter me," she said, moving toward him with measured steps. "You already have me half-naked."

"It's not flattery when it's true." His gaze tracked her approach like a predator, but one willingly restrained her. "The way your skin catches the light..." He shook his head slightly. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Serenity sank to her knees between his legs, maintaining eye contact as her fingers worked at his belt buckle. The soft clink of metal seemed thunderous in the small space.

"I think I'm about to find out," she murmured, unzipping his pants.

When she freed him from his underwear, she couldn't help but intake a sharp breath. His cock was thick and veined, the head already slick with pre-cum. Something primal inside her—the Omega responding to her Alpha—thrilled at the evidence of his arousal.

Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, savoring his immediate groan of relief.

"Fuck, Serenity," he hissed, his hands finding purchase in her long brown hair.

She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, interpreting his body's responses. The subtle tightening of his thighs when she swirled her tongue around the head. The catch in his breath when she used her hand in tandem with her mouth.

There was power in this, she realized—a different kind than what she wielded in boardrooms or through financial strategies. Here, on her knees, she commanded the heir to the East Coast's largest criminal empire.

"Just like that," Darius encouraged, his fingers tightening in her hair. "So fucking perfect."

His hips began to move, setting a pace she eagerly matched. The control gradually shifted as his Prime Alpha nature reasserted itself, guiding her movements with firm but gentle pressure.

Serenity allowed it, surrendered to it, finding unexpected freedom in the surrender.

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