Page 35 of Ruin Me Knot
"You're perfect, Omega," I rasp, voice shredded with want.
The flush that blooms across her cheeks paints her skin a fevered pink as it spills down her throat, disappearing beneath the robe loosely draped over her. I want to chase it with my tongue, taste the heat of hertherefirst before anywhere else, but I don’t. This is all about her. What she needs and wants. About her being able to demand whatever the fuck she wants from her Alphas.
Each muscle in my body is drawn wire-tight with restraint, my dick pulsing painfully against the seam of my clothing. But all that matters is her, the way her gaze flickers with something between desire and hesitation, pupils swallowing the silver, the bitten-red swell of her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
She hesitates. Godsdammit, did I move too fast? Was that too much? Then she drags my palm higher and presses it firmly between her legs.
Fuck.
She’s drenched, heat welcoming me as my fingers sink inside, slick coating my hand. Something between a growl and a prayer rips loose from my throat. Her hips arch slightly, chasing the pressure her arousal demands, but her gaze stays locked onto mine, a part of her still wary.
I freeze, muscles locking down, even as my cock aches like I’ve been gutted.
She could freeze me out any second and all the inroads I’ve made will be set back. If it happens, it happens, but I don’t want her to feel that sort of fear again. I only want her to feel the pleasure I’m burning to give to her.
My fingers flex, feather-light, teasing her. "Show me what you ache for, Omega."
She shudders, breathless, her eyelashes fluttering for a second before she finds her voice. A whimper catches in her throat as my thumb brushes over her clit.
"Ahh. Like that?"
A moan rises from her throat when I circle where she needs me, slow and purposeful. I fist the nest fabric beside her head, searching for an anchor, whilemy other hand stays trapped between her thighs, worshipping every frantic roll of her hips against my palm.
"Gods, you feel so good," I grit out, watching her unravel. "All that slick just for me."
My hand is coated in thick, glistening stripes, fresh rose and anise sharpening between us. She whimpers when I whisper how good she is, hips jerking against my palm. Each husked praise makes her bolder.
But it's clearly not enough.
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and her thighs clamp around my wrist. Her heat is clawing at her, demanding more than just teasing fingers and whispered worship.
I grip her hips, my voice smoke rough. "I know exactly what you need, Omega."
Before she can protest, I flip us in one smooth motion that sends me onto my back, the cushions dipping beneath me as she lands astride my waist. Her eyes widen, lips parting. I thrust my hips upward, grinding against her core and for a breathless second panic flickers across her face.
Then... shemelts.
Her body drapes over mine, a perfect curve against my chest, her thighs bracketing my hips like they were made to fit there. The damp heat of her cunt presses against the strained front of my clothing, wringing a gasp from her. Instinct takes over and her nails bite into my shoulders as she rocks down, desperate for that friction, those sweet sparks of contact that make her whine high in her throat.
"That's it," I fist the robe at her waist to hold her steady. "Take what you want. Use me."
Her hips stutter at the command, her flush darkening, but the steady throb of my cock beneath her must reassure her because suddenly she's moving in earnest. Small, sinuous rolls that turn frantic as she chases that slick glide against me.
Her breath comes in shallow bursts against my neck, her scent drowning me, and Gods help me, I swear I taste her on my tongue when I inhale. She's close. Ican feel it in the way her thighs shake, how her nails scrape down my chest like she's afraid she'll float away if she doesn't hold on.
"So fucking pretty," I groan, dragging her hips harder against mine. "That's it. Just like that. Let go. I’ll catch you."
She’s breathtaking in her submission, her heat guiding her inner instincts. It cuts right through me, the proof of trust flickering inside her, shining past the scars and heartbreak I will spend a lifetime mending if she’ll let me. Underneath all that ruin there’s a woman who reaches for her mate-bond. The truest part of her is giving herself over, and that alone is enough to make me believe in everything we might build together.
Her perfect breasts bounce in my line of sight with each frantic grind of her hips, flushed pink at the peaks and glistening with a sheen of sweat. They're small given her starved state but her nipples are hardened, and Gods, my mouth waters at the sight.
"Can I taste your breasts, Sunshine?" My voice is shredded.
Her breathy whimper is immediate, her fingers tunneling into my hair as she arches toward me, offering herself to me.
I don’t hesitate.
Dipping my fingers between her thighs, I gather her slick before dragging it up the soft swell of her breast, painting her skin with her own arousal. Roses and honeyed heat floods my senses, and I groan, low and rough, before closing my lips over her nipple.
