Page 90 of In Knots

“I promise, it wasn’t like that.” I peel off the t-shirt. I’m so hot, so scorching. I need him or I’ll combust into flames. “Please Alpha!”

He glares down at me, his greedy eyes flicking all over my body. “I’m going to give you what you need, hot cheeks, but I’m going to get to the bottom of this too.”

Reaching over me, he flips me over onto my stomach. He grips my thighs and lifts me off the cushions, my chest and my face crushed into the pillows as he brings my backside level with his face.

He drags his tongue through my folds and the connection causes slick to come gushing from me. He groans, capturing the liquid in his mouth. “Shit, that tastes good, hot cheeks. Going to make some more for me?”

I murmur into the cushions and more rushes from me as if I am a tap that he can control.

He chuckles. “What a good little omega. Buzz said you were. But that little trick? Fuck!” He sucks at my folds, lapping up more slick as it trickles from my entrance. “I know what you want, hot cheeks, but you need to tell me what happened?”

“I need to come,” I tell him. “I need to be rutted and knotted.”

“You want to come do you?” he flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit and I cry out. “Then tell me what happened today.”

“I … I …” My eyes screw shut and the words won’t come. My life is a mess. It looks so perfect from the outside. I have everything any omega could ever want. But I don’t have what I want, because I want this pack. And having this pack will cut me free and set me adrift. No home, no port, no safe haven.

“It’s alright, little one. Tell me,” he says, swirling his tongue around my clit so slowly I think I might cry.

“I don’t want to marry him,” I mutter into the cushion, scrabbling at the first words I can grasp.

“That man, the one who …”

“Yes, him.”

“Then don’t.” His tongue glides around my nub, rewarding me for this piece of information.

“They want me to. They say I have to.”

“They?”

“My father and my mother.”

“They can’t force you.” I moan as he flicks me. “Tell me what happened today.”

“Alpha!” Slick glides down my thighs and a cramp builds in my gut. I need to come. I’m tumbling into this heat and soon I’ll be desperate.

“You turn up at our place, looking like a drowned rat, with no phone and a hurt ankle. And after the last time … I need to know, hot cheeks. Did he do this to you?”

He laps gently at my clit, enough to cause my nerves to buzz, but not enough to send me over the edge.

“It was nothing like that. I needed to get away so I climbed over the fence.”

His tongue halts. “You scaled a fence?”

“A tree actually … to get over the fence. But I dropped my phone and I landed funny and hurt my ankle.”

“There wasn’t a door or a gate?”

“There was, but it was locked.”

“And nobody would unlock it for you?”

He lowers me down and I squeal. Then he stands and paces the room. I flip onto my side, peering up at him.

“They can’t lock you up.” His fingers are balled into tight fists by his sides. His face thunder.

“No, they can’t,” I say.

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