Page 67 of Knot Gonna Lie
My instincts flared sharp and hot—I needed him to know that hebelongedto me.
I swung a leg over his lap, straddling him, my core settling over the hard heat of him. The contact sent a pulse through me, sharp as hunger. He swallowed my gasp, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, dragging me against him until there was no space left.
Heat roared through me. My scent thickened in the air—vanilla-lavender laced with want—wrapping around us both.
I wanted himdrenchedin it. Making sure everyone knew that he wasmine.
I rocked against him—slow, deliberate—each grind marking him over and over again. His breath hitched, his fingers tightening until they bordered on bruising. I moaned as his hips bucked in answer, grinding into me and filling my chest with deep, satisfied heat.
My beta—my steady, careful, intelligent beta—responding to me like I was his whole night sky.
His eyes darkened, jaw tight, and then his mouth was on me—licking, sucking, claiming my breasts like he’d starved for them. My nails bit into his shoulders as his tongue teased me into a whimper. I could feel him inhaling against my skin, drawing my scent in deep, and it set my instincts roaring.
My hand slid down, wrapping around the hard, hot length of him. His head tipped back with a groan, the sound breaking as my thumb swept over the tip. I stroked him slowly at first, savoring the way his thighs trembled under me, the way his breath hitched every time I tightened my grip.
“You feel so good,” I murmured, letting my scent pour over him—thick, deliberate, saturating his skin and the air between us. I wanted him drenched in it, unable to breathe without thinking of me. “I want you, Seth. Ichooseyou. Over and over.”
His eyes snapped open at that, something raw flashing there. “Please,” he rasped, voice fraying. “I won’t doubt you again…”
I guided him to me, sinking down in one slow, claiming push until I was seated fully, the stretch burning in the best way. His hands locked on my hips, holding me there like he needed to memorize every second of it. I rolled my hips, slow and deep, making sure my scent marked every inch of his skin where we touched.
“You’remine,” I breathed against his mouth. “No one else gets you. Ever. You belong here—withme, inmynest, where I wantyou.”
I pressed my nose to his throat, inhaling deep, dragging my jaw along the strong line of it, leaving my scent on his skin. I worked my way over his shoulders, down his chest, until my mouth hovered over the mark I’d given him the night before.
He froze under me, his heartbeat pounding against my lips. I sank my teeth in again—hard enough to re-open it, my tongue laving the sting in a slow, possessive sweep. He groaned, the sound torn between pain and pleasure, his scent spiking under mine until the two were tangled beyond separation—our need twining together.
His hips surged up to meet mine, and I met him thrust for thrust, dragging my nails down his chest to pull him deeper.
The air between us was hot and unsteady, every breath stolen, every touch feeding the need spiraling higher. There was no gentleness now—just raw, desperate hunger, claiming and being claimed.
The heat in my belly wound tight, sharp, until it snapped. Pleasure spiraled throughout me. My body clamped down around him in rhythmic, claiming pulses, milking every drop as he shuddered and spilled inside me.
I stayed on him, locked in place, my face pressed to his chest, breathing him in as my mark throbbed under my lips. My scentclung to him now—his hair, his chest, his breath. There was no room left for doubt. When we left this nest, he’d know beyond question—he was mine. Always.
“You’re claimed now. Again,” I murmured against his skin. “Mine.”
“Yours.” His voice came rough. “I won’t ever doubt your claim again. Just give me time for my foolish analytical brain to wrap around it.”
“I will.” A chuckle escaped my lips. “We have all the time now.”
Our lips met again, slower this time, savoring each other rather than claiming.
When we parted, he gathered his scattered clothes, his movements filled with newfound confidence. I drank in the sight of him—lean muscle shifting under skin that still carried the memory of my teeth. A sunset hue bled across the golden softness of his skin, marking him as mine. Yesterday’s bruises had already faded to shadows, and relief spread warm in my chest at the sight of his healing body.
He tugged on his boxer-briefs, then stepped into his pants, movements quick and practiced. But when he reached for his shirt, the fabric hung open as he glanced over his shoulder, catching me watching. The shy smile that curved his lips sent heat spiraling through my belly.
“You know where to find me.” His hand rested over his mark, our bond pulsing with warmth. “Just follow your instinctual pull to me—it’s a thread that’ll always lead you back to me.”
The door between our spaces opened at my touch, revealing Luca’s office bathed in the cold blue glow of holographicdisplays. Data streams cascaded like digital waterfalls across curved screens—pharmaceutical deals, distribution networks, correspondence marked urgent in angry red.
He sat hunched in his command chair, shoulders bearing the weight of worlds I couldn’t see but felt through every fiber of our bond. One hand pressed to his temple while the other scrolled through what looked like population statistics. The business correspondence scrolling past showed how busy of a man he was—and how much he put into his company.
The numbers told a story written in disparity—alphas outnumbering available omegas three to one in some sectors, the ratio growing worse each quarter.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
He turned slowly, ice-blue eyes finding mine with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “Elara.” My name emerged like a prayer, rough with hours of silence. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
