Page 66 of Tying the Knot
“I want Elijah to mate with me before I see Adam,” she blurts out. “Well, not just him. All of you. I want him to know that not only has he lost me but there is a pack that truly wants me for me.”
“Then you may have to wait,” I murmur. “We want to mate with you during your heat.”
She nods slowly. “I can wait seven weeks.”
“That long?” I groan but smile to show her I’m joking. Sort of. I was hoping it would be before then. I know her spontaneous heat was a reaction to her being near us and has faded almost away, as did the half-rut we precariously landed on. I may be able to summon up a knot if we act quickly, but even if I don’t, I’d rather she be comfortable with our actions. I feel she may have felt rushed earlier.
“Morgan, I…”
She doesn’t give me a chance to finish my thought as she drags me closer to her by my tee and plants her lips on mine.
It pushes everything else out of the way. Her soft lips on mine are a revelation that drives home that this is real, perfect, and right.
I move closer, pulling her to her feet. She removes her wet socks before I wrap my arms around her. My body traces the curves of hers, her soft warmth radiating throughout my being. I run my hands lightly along her arms, trailing over the back of her neck and sliding down her spine. I feel a surge of electricity flash through my body as she presses herself closer to me. The warmth of her touches ignites a spark deep within me. I pause, removing her tee and then mine. She didn’t put her bra back on after her time with Dylan, so I’m free to stare in wonder at her magnificent breasts, plump and ripe, her nipples biteable and pink. I lower my mouth, so my lips brush lightly against her neck, sending shivers of pleasure through her body and mine. I cup her face, and our eyes lock, the intensity of our gaze melting away the barriers between us.
Crushing her to me, my lips move against hers, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My tongue explores her, dancing with hers in a passionate embrace. My heart is racing, my breath catching in my throat as we melt into one another. As we kiss, our bodies move in perfect rhythm, our hands exploring each other’s curves, our skin feverish with desire.
Dropping to my knees in front of her, her hands in my hair, my lips trail a path down her body, pausing at her most sensitive places. My tongue flicks lightly against her nipples when she leans forward so her breasts are near my mouth. The spark of pleasure and desire coursing through my body mirrors hers as her breath comes in short gasps. I move my mouth lower, exploring her body with infinite tenderness, each touch setting off a ripple of pleasure through both of us. Every cell in my body is alive and vibrating.
I push her jeans down and help her out of them, leaving her in a damp thong filled with the scent of her time with Dylan. I groan as I inhale deeply, pressing my nose between her legs.
She cries out, throwing her head back when my fingers hook into the sides of the thong, dragging it down her thighs. I flick my tongue lightly against her inner thigh before finally finding my way between her legs. She steps out of the knickers as my mouth moves against her clit, the sensation of my lips and tongue driving her wild with desire. As her pleasure grows, so does mine. My cock is busting against my pants, but I won’t rush this. It is heaven, and she is a goddess that needs to be worshipped. I increase the intensity of my movements, flicking her clit and driving my tongue into her. Each stroke sends her higher and higher until her body is flooded with pleasure, and she climaxes against my mouth, gushing slick over my tongue.
"Fuck, Morgan,” I growl. “You taste fucking delicious.”
“Take me, Kaleb. I need to feel you inside me.”
Needing no more encouragement, I stand and strip off, lowering her to the bed. I crawl up her body and settle between her legs. Our eyes meet, and in that moment, I feel so safe, so loved, and so cherished. I know she will never hurt me, and she will love me for who I am. I didn’t realise how insecure I was about that until this one perfect moment in time. I hope I am conveying the same to her. Suddenly, I can’t speak. The words are stuck in my throat, thick with desire and longing. Her eyes seem to pour into mine, and I feel the deep connection between us that transcends body and soul. She knows. She knows, and we will hold each other close as mates for the rest of eternity. I slowly enter her, guiding my cock deep inside her slick pussy. Her breath catches as I move inside her, thrusting deeply, slowly filled with a hunger that stems only from being with her. Her passionate movements are gentle, yet strong in return as she meets my thrusts and wraps her legs around me possessively. Our connection deepens as we move together in perfect harmony.
Kissing her again, I move my hands to her hips and push down so I can drive even deeper into her. She cries out into my mouth, followed by a loud purr that ignites the alpha in me. I growl and slam into her with force now, needing to possess her, claim her. Her breathing goes ragged, and when she closes her eyes, I know her climax is close. She arches her back as my cock glides in her pussy before I withdraw and slam back into her. I know I’ll knot her. The rut is just about gone before it even started, but my cock recognises my mate's pussy anyway and when I unload into her with a loud grunt, she orgasms, clutching at my knot as it inflates inside her. It’s not as intense as a full rut, but fuck, it’s enough to bring us both a sense of intense satisfaction.
We lie together, panting and entwined in each other’s arms. Our desires have been spent, but our connection is even deeper now. We lie there for a long moment in blissful silence, each savouring the intimacy of the moment, our love and trust for one another deepening with each passing second. The urge to bite her rockets through me, but I hold back so we can do it together at the right time. I don’t need it. It’s just the alpha urge to claim his omega mate.
“That was perfect,” she murmurs. “Now, I’m fucking starving, so when you let me go, we can eat.”
I laugh in agreement. “Five minutes, and we can go foraging.”
“Done,” she says and kisses me softly, sealing our intention to mate with a beautiful embrace.
ChapterForty-One
Elijah
With Halsteadbehind locked doors with the bigger higher-ups than him, discussing the best way forward with Blackstock, I’m glad this gives me the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. I won’t be needed until the second phase of the discussions, so I have hours, maybe even a day or so, before they ask me to join them.
I stride purposefully down the hallway to the other end of the building, glad that the Happs’s haven’t been charged yet. They are still in our custody, so my going to see Adam isn’t going to be seen as suspicious. I know everyone saw Morgan and me together earlier. I don’t care. Now that I have her, I want the whole world to know. But does it place me in a precarious position within the task force? I guess we’ll find out. Halstead already knows, and after an initial confrontation, he backed down, so I’m hoping that’s the last he has to say about it. Everyone else, though? I can’t answer that. She is connected to the Happs’s, and there is no getting away from that. I’ve been Commander for three years. It was easy for me to get to this position because all I focused on was work. There was no one else even close to being qualified or dedicated enough when Halstead handpicked the task force that cleans up the streets. We’ve done a lot of good work, but it’s an uphill battle. We put one away, and another pops up. Taking down the Happs’s is a massive dent in that, but Blackstock will be even more significant.
I shove open the door to the holding cells and flash my badge to the officer in charge. “Here to see Adam Happs.”
He nods and inspects my badge closely, even though he knows me and sees me almost every day.
“Ten minutes,” he growls.
“That’s all I need.”
Grimly, I push open the door when he buzzes me through.
Walking steadily down the brightly lit hall, past woefully empty cells, my boots thumping on the cheap linoleum floor, I reach the cell where Adam is and stop, turning to glare at him.
