Page 10 of Salt and Knot

Dylan

She screws her eyes up and creases her forehead. “I can’t be. I’m on suppressants.”

And those suppressants will do precisely fuck all in the presence of a fated mate, and even less when my kraken—not human, so far less influenced by drugs—tried to breed her.

The kraken triggered her heat.

Fucker. Of course.

He couldn’t let her go, and he wanted to get her pregnant as quickly as possible. What better way than to bring on her heat? But still.

“When did you last take them?” I ask urgently.

“Uh.” She shakes her head as though to clear it. “A day and a half ago? I forgot to bring them with me, and the shops here didn’t have any, so…”

I should tell her that my kraken half triggered her heat because I’m her mate.

But, I don’t. I only nod.

“If the suppressors were holding off your heat at just the right time of the month, then that makes sense. It would come on as soon as you stopped taking them.”

She whimpers in discomfort, her cheeks red.

“What do you do when you’ve had heats before?” I swallow down my pride, dry and brittle. “Do you have an alpha who helps you?” Trying to be a gentleman is too little too late given how the other part of me behaved, but I make the attempt.

“I’ve never had a heat before.”

My head spins. This is going to be so intense for my little omega.

“Or… Anything else.” She presses her lips together. “I…” She rolls onto her stomach, and her hips raise instinctively. She’s presenting.

She probably doesn’t even know she’s doing it. She’s entirely at the mercy of her heat and her innocence.

And me.

My cock gets thicker at the sight. There’s slick dribbling down her thighs. My omega needs to be fucked and knotted, and would thank me for taking advantage of her. She’d mewl, and chirp, and come on my cock over and over as I took her.

She’s incredibly beautiful, and that isn’t helping me right now. Her blonde hair falls in damp waves over her shoulders, her little tits are just visible from the side, pressed into the bed. Her back is smooth and her waist is tapered.

Every instinct clamours that she’s mine. She belongs to me and I should look, and bond, and make her come over and over. My cock gets even bigger at that thought, and the sight of the glossy slick on her pretty pink slit of flesh that’s meant to accept my knot.

I could do anything I wanted right now, and she’d agree to get the heat to ease.

I shouldn’t take advantage. She’ll hate me. Even more than she already will when she finds out that I’m the kraken who didn’t wait for her to say yes. Couldn’t keep my tentacles to myself.

“I can stop the pain.” I’m going to hell for this.

“Please!” She turns begging eyes on me. Innocent little omega.

“If I knot you⁠—”

“Ohhh…” Her expression clears, like clouds chased away by a sea breeze. “Yes.” She closes her eyes and raises her bottom more—very naked, very shapely, temptation itself—for me. “Knot me, alpha.”

Fuck, I’m not a good enough man to resist my mate when she says that.

I’ve shoved off my shorts, shoes, and T-shirt in a second, and I’m on her. My cock has swelled bigger than I thought possible. It’s as big as my forearm, and huge and flared at the base where my knot is preparing for her.

I have a moment of doubt as I look at my omega’s little body. But she was made for this, just as I was.