Page 88 of Knot My Band: Part One
I know what her omega needs, and right now, my alpha is demanding it.
“Present for me, omega,” I say, my voice low and heavy with desire.
Oli turns, positioning herself invitingly, and the sight of her like this—ready and waiting—sends a surge of primal need through my veins.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, my hands skimming over the curves of her hips, feeling the heat of her skin against my palms. I lean down to press a kiss to the small of her back, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness that is uniquelyOli.
I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with the broad head of my cock, making her whimper with need. I’m not quite ready to give her what she wants. Not yet.
“Patience,” I chide lightly, though it’s as much a reminder to myself as it is to her. The temptation to plunge into her depths is nearly overwhelming.
I slide just the tip inside, reveling in the slick warmth that greets me. Oli’s body clenches around me, and I have to grit my teeth to hold back. Slowly, I withdraw and then press in a little deeper, inch by tantalizing inch, until I’m buried to the hilt.
When I pull out, she’s pushing back against me, trying to take more.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” I assure her, my hands gripping her waist as I start to move. Each stroke is deliberate, a rhythm we fall into naturally.
“So good,” she gasps, and the raw honesty in her voice is music to my ears.
“Only the best for you,” I whisper back, punctuating my words with a deep thrust that elicits a moan from both of us.
Our movements become more frantic, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room like a drumbeat growing faster, louder, and impossible to ignore. I can feel her body tightening around me, her climax approaching, and it drives me to give her more—to be the alpha she needs, the one who can match her passion note for note.
I grip her hips, guiding myself in and out of her, marveling at how she pulls me in deeper with every thrust.
I can’t help the growl that rumbles from my chest; she’s so incredibly responsive, so damn perfect.
I lean over her, my back pressed against her front.
“Oli, you’re soaking wet for me,” I murmur into her ear. She shudders, a silent plea for more.
My focus narrows down until Oli is all I can feel, see, and smell. Her perfume is invading my every pore.
She tilts her neck, offering me everything I’ve ever wanted.
I fight it as hard as I can.
A sharp pain in my wrist has me looking down to see my perfect omega with her teeth digging into me.
The alpha inside me surges forward, and before I can react, my teeth are in her neck as I bite down, tasting blood.
There’s commotion around me but all I can feel is her filling me, completing me.
My mind blacks out as I continue to fuck my omega.
Slowly, my senses return to me, and I realize I’ve bonded with Oli.
She’smine.
I can feel her passion, need, and pleasure through the bond.
All I can focus on right now is her intense need.
“Want more, little rose?” I ask, already knowing the answer but craving to hear her say it.
“Please… alpha,” she pants, her hands clawing at the blankets beneath her.
I look up to see Jack glaring at me. “You’ve always been impulsive, but I can’t believe you did this.”
