Page 232 of Kingdoms of Night

Riley would probably want them for her nest.

Assuming she could even fall deep enough into her estrus to stir that instinct.

I gently laid her on the bed, my lips still touching hers.

She drew her nails down my back, her wolf having come out to play.

“Claiming me already,” I mused, situating us both into a comfortable position with our lower halves intimately secured.

Riley growled.

Or rather, her animal growled.

So I allowed mine to growl back.

She arched up into me in response, her body strung tight beneath me. “Knot me.”

“Not yet,” I said, my lips going to her ear to nibble her lobe. “I’m going to taste you first.”

“Jonas.”

“Patience, Omega. It’s my job to worship you. And I’m going to do just that.”

Her sweet perfume practically suffocated me in response, my intended mate clearly liking this plan. Her nipples displayed evidence of that approval as well, the taut peaks practically begging me for my tongue as I kissed a path directly to her beautiful breasts.

They were the perfect size, fitting in my hand and beading to sharp little points of need.

I kissed the dusky tip, then laved the other one, making Riley moan and writhe beneath me.

Her heat still hadn’t taken her under.

But it was close.

I could practically taste it on my tongue.

Her pupils were blown wide, her nostrils flaring, her lips panting.

Soon, my wolf hummed.Soon she will be mine.

I didn’t technically need to wait, but I wanted to. There was something beautiful about claiming an Omega during the heightened state of her arousal. Perhaps it appealed most because I knew it wouldn’t hurt her.

Any other time, she’d feel my teeth sinking into her tender skin.

And the mere notion of harming her left me uneasy.

I never wanted to harm Riley. Nor would I ever allow anyone else to harm her.

Which served as a motivator to continue my path downward because I needed to ensure she was ready to receive my cock.

Omegas were built to take their Alpha’s knot. But that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt. Since Riley had never been knotted before, I needed to ensure she would enjoy mine.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” I whispered as I reached the soft red curls between her thighs. “And you smell amazing.”

I was going to drown myself in her slick.

Cover myself from head to toe and revel in the scent of her need. Ensure everyone in this goddamn world knew she’d claimed me as hers.

“Remember what I said about punishment?” I asked as I settled myself between her splayed thighs.

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