Page 39 of Knot for Me
Tilting my lips, I say, “You’re a dick.”
He growls again. This time the deep rumbling sound reverberates inside my chest, my body responding to his. This is stupid but that frustrated look in his eyes is too damn glorious.
“That right there,” he whispers, lowering his face toward mine. “That filthy little mouth is why I went to the auctions.” His lips crash into mine.
I press into him, struggling to free my hands so I can wrap them around his neck, but he holds me tight. His tongue flicks over the seam of my lips, and I let him in, drowning in his demanding kisses.
“You’re so fucking annoying,” he growls, breaking our kiss to move his mouth to my throat. His tongue licks over my pulse point, making my core tremble in need.
“Yeah? Well, you’re a fucking prick.” I pant when he scrapes his teeth over my neck, biting back a whimper.
He eases away from me, and I wrap my legs around his middle to keep him from leaving. One of his hands drops to my ass to help hold me up. I dig my fingers into his hair and drag his mouth back to mine. He chuckles, but I swallow the sound, swirling my tongue against his and rolling my hips against his stomach.
“You need something, baby?” he whispers against my lips, biting my bottom lip. “Ask me for it.”
This asshole. He knows what I need. He always has to be the one in control, doesn’t he?
“Fuck you.”
He presses his fingers into my ass, jerking me over his thick, hard length. “Say it, Reagan.”
My panties are soaked, and my hips rock against him again, but Lucas drops his other hand to my waist to stop my writhing. I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck and desperately trying to get the friction I crave.
“All you have to do is say it,” he murmurs, kissing my chin, then my neck, then my shoulder. “Beg me for it, Reagan.”
“I can’t,” I say, shaking my head. I can’t be that omega.
“No one has to know,” he continues. “You can ask me, and I won’t tell a soul. I won’t let them know you begged for my cock. I won’t tell them how your slick pussy soaked my dick, and I won’t tell them how you screamed my name. It’ll be our dirty secret.”
“You’re pretty confident I’ll enjoy it.”
He pulls back, searing me with a look. “You will.”
I bite my lip, unsure if I should. He’s an alpha, but I’m not his omega. I’m only the maid. There’s no intention to make me their omega, so what harm could it do?
A lot of fucking harm, but damn if that matters right now.
“What’s it going to be?” He rocks his body against mine, and I slide over his length again, my yoga pants letting me feel all of him.
“Okay,” I say, going to kiss him, but he pulls back slightly.
“No, baby. Beg me.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Do it.” He rubs me against him again. “You want this dick, don’t you?”
“Fucking hell,” I moan, clutching the back of his neck. “Just fuck me already.”
“Closer,” he says, kissing me quickly. “Say: Please fuck me, Lucas.”
I growl.
He grins.
“Fine. Please fucking fuck me already, Lucas.”
Tipping his head, he moves his hand from my ass. “Clothes off.”
