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Omega.

And I need?—

“Shhh.” It’s my alpha. His fingers grip my throat. “You need more knots. And your other alphas are here, omega. Can they come in?”

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sixty-three

“Holy fuck.”

Damon’s muttered hiss pretty much sums up the desperate urgency lunging inside my chest.

Get to the omega. Fuck her. Knot her. Purr for her. Bite her until she’s ours.

The need to be with her is a deep, all-consuming thing, but it isn’t frantic or fearful the way my rut felt. This is more… pure. Unadulterated instinct.

She needs. I feel it in the air. In the crackle at my core. She needs me.

Damon feels it, too. We both have all of our clothes off before we even hit the stairs, racing up to the Omega Suite as fast as we can.

I was worried about how territorial we’ve all been lately. When I’m able to let Damon dart ahead and skid into Remi’s room without tackling him to the ground, I breathe a small sigh of relief.

It gets both harder and easier to keep breathing as I approach the nest. This entire room is soaked in the honeyed scent of her sex; the heat perfume sharp in the sweetest fucking way. Carving out my sanity, numbing all doubt. Until I can only feel the way she wants us.

I can tell Smith had to start without us, but it’s okay. There’s no frenzy here. The energy is too raw. Sacred.

Damon feels it, too, drawing to a halt just outside the half-open door to the nest.

Smith murmurs to Remi. She keens, the gorgeous wail sinking right into my gut. Fuck. I’m already so hard, my knot aches, pre-cum seeping from my cockhead. Even before we hear her sweet little cry. “Alpha—come!”

D and I look at each other. Then we both lurch into the nest, falling over each other to get in.

Damon knows what to do right away, of course. He drops to his knees, crawling down into the recessed mattress. “Hi, pretty girl,” he hums, cupping her exposed cheek while she nuzzles the sheets with the other. “Mmm. You look so gorgeous with our alpha’s knot in your pussy. You need more?”

She shifts, pulling off Smith. His knot is already back down to half its full size. It’s a clever trick of biology—when an omega is in heat, their alpha’s body responds to give them more of what they need, which means knots that release fast and recover even faster.

I read everything I could to prepare myself for this. But nothing could have readied me for the way I feel as I pull the door shut behind me, gazing down at Remi in our sunrise nest. Her wide eyes and blown pupils don’t fill me with fear like I worried they might—instead, I’m overwhelmed by a rush of tenderness.

My poor sweet girl. She’s in pain. And she looks so lost.

I won’t stand for it. Can’t.

Part of me has been dreading her heat, afraid of the way I might feel when she doesn’t recognize me. Our feelings for each other are so entwined with our attraction to one another—I worried about how I might react when our connection faded to her haze.

I should have known better.

Even if the perfume in this nest didn’t make me half-crazed with the need to rut her, I would still be hers. Especially when she looks over Damon’s naked shoulder and runs her dark eyes over me.

“Bear Alpha.”

The books said it’s extremely rare for omegas to recognize their alphas by name once they fall into their heat haze. And this isn’t technically my name, but…

It’s better.

The words hit my heart like flaming darts, lighting me up. While the others chuckle quietly, I sink to the floor and go to her, lifting her right out of Damon’s arms and into mine. “That’s right, butterfly. It’s Bear. Come here.”

I scent-mark her face before I lower myself to the mattress and pull her on top of me. She scrabbles against my bare chest, her blunt nails leaving stripes behind. A small squeak eeks out, telling me she’s having another cramp.

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