Back Knot Your Damn Omega
Chapters (51)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Chapter 41
  44. Chapter 42
  45. Chapter 43
  46. Chapter 44
  47. Epilogue
  48. To my readers
  49. PLAYLIST
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  51. ALSO BY DEVYN SINCLAIR

“We will try that sometime,” I corrected her. “And more.”

“More?”

The image came so sharply into my head, I had to say it. “One day I’m going to borrow Luke’s handcuffs and put you on your knees. And I’ll watch you suck my cock with these lips I can’t get enough of until I’m about to explode. Then,” I paused for effect. “I’ll grab a cupcake and come all over it. Until it’s dripping.” Lowering my mouth to hers, I teased her mouth with mine. “And then I’m going to feed it to you, and watch you swallow all that frosting laced with my cum, knowing you love every single drop.”

Esme’s pussy clenched down on my knot, making me blind for long seconds. She moaned her words. “What are you doing to me?”

I laughed. “Hopefully fucking you again.”

It wasn’t what she meant, but it was still the right answer.

Reaching back, I gently took her shoes off before peeling off my shirt so we were both more comfortable. My pants would be too difficult.

“If I overstepped a boundary with my Alpha—”

“You didn’t,” Esme said. “I promise. It was… well, it was incredible. The man had some balls provoking you like that. I just didn’t want you to get arrested when we could be doing this.”

She squeezed me, on purpose this time, and I swore glitter exploded across my vision. “Fuck, you don’t know how it feels when you do that.”

“Good?” She did it again, smirking. On the contrary, she knew exactly what she was doing.

“If you don’t want me to turn you over and knot you again as soon as this one releases you, you can’t do that.”

“Who says I don’t want that?”

I kissed her. She tasted like sweet tea in the middle of summer. “I’m going to do what I said, by the way. Jason won’t have a problem banning the guy from the club. And for the other thing?”

“There’s no way they’ll listen. I loved that you did it, but this is my life. Our life. They’re not going to stop taking pictures.”

“I know,” I admitted. “But I’m hoping this gets them to take a step back. They take pictures of you because it makes them money. If they leave you alone and interest fades, you’ll be less worth it to them, as crude and cruel as it sounds.”

“I know what you mean. But I’m not sure they’ll listen, given the photo he got.”

My heart faltered. “I’m so sorry, Esme. I should have been more in control of myself. I put you in this position.”