Knot Over (Omega Den #3)

11. Kaylani

Chapter 11

Kaylani

T he disorientation is overwhelming. For a moment, I forget where I am as the world spins in a haze. Adam’s haunting green eyes flash in my vision, my body vibrating with a desperate craving I don’t want. I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut against the intrusive thoughts. “I would never want you, Adam,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“Shh, tiny,” Creed’s voice cuts through the fog. I’m adrift in warm water, Creed’s arms around me, his presence anchoring me as I focus on the smooth porcelain of the bathtub. “We’re getting you through this. Your second wave is coming. You can handle it.”

I nod, though doubt gnaws at me. Another wave of heat crashes over me before I can brace myself, tears streaming down my cheeks as the pain flares up, burning me from the inside out. It feels unbearable, the pain fogging my mind and making it hard to think. Through the haze I glimpse Hux standing at the door. His eyes lock on mine, a blend of longing and regret in their icy blue depths. My heart seizes in my chest, my omega instincts going haywire. But before I can reach out or call to him, Creed’s voice slices through the silence.

“Hux, I know you care about her and your instincts are telling you to soothe our omega. But right now your scent is only making it more painful for her. You need to trust that Vaughn and I will take care of her. Trust your pack, alpha.”

Hux’s gaze flits between Creed and me, his expression torn. This is the first time Creed has ever called him alpha, and I can see it soothes some of his alpha instincts.

“I’m sorry, kitten,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I shouldn’t have come, but I needed to check on you. It’s been hours, and I was worried.”

I try to muster a smile, to reassure him that I’m okay, but the intensity of the pain traps the words in my throat. His look of horror is almost unbearable to see. I know he would never mean to cause me harm. Hux takes a step back, retreating from the room with a shamed expression pinching his brows.

“Forgive me,” he whispers before disappearing from view.

Tears cloud my eyes, blurring the figure of Vaughn’s standing in the doorway. His presence is a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. “The nest is ready, doll."

“Get her a towel love,” Creed instructs as he rises from the now lukewarm water, cradling me in his strong arms.

Vaughn quickly retrieves a towel, wrapping the soft fabric around me, but the sensation is unbearable, like ants crawling across my skin. I whimper, the discomfort almost too much to bear. Vaughn’s hand is gentle as it brushes away my tears.

"Hang on to me, doll," he murmurs, his voice a soft plea that cuts through the haze clouding my mind. He sweeps me up bridal style and I turn my face into his chest, my jaw locking tightly as an intense wave of heat crashes over me. My mouth waters as I pant through the overwhelming sensation, my body craving something I can't quite grasp. Following instincts, I lick up the base of Vaughn's neck, a low, throaty moan vibrating in my chest. The taste of his skin is intoxicating, sending a shock of pleasure straight to my core.

"Careful, doll," he croaks as his fingers dig into my hip, holding me securely in his arms as he carries me down the corridor. I haven't paid much attention to where he's taking me—I'm focused on only one thing.

The urge to suck, to bite, to mark my beta.

It's all-consuming, a primal need roaring to life within me. The scent of him wraps around me, pulling me deeper into a feral heat that blurs the line between need and sanity.

"Mine," I growl against his fluttering pulse, nuzzling into his neck and pressing my scent into him, claiming him. A purr vibrates in my chest, and I can smell my own perfume—rich and intoxicating—filling the air around us. It’s stronger than ever, potent and overwhelming, feeding the frenzy inside me. My bitter scent clings to him, mingling with his sweat and musk, driving my need to claim him even higher.

Is this how Adam felt?

The thought slices through the haze, sharp and cold, and I gasp, a chilling dread piercing the heat as the memory of Adam’s bite flares to life. He had bitten me, forced his mark on me, but I had refused to bite him in return. It had driven him mad, feral, leaving him lost to the instincts that had consumed him. Was he drugged like me? Like Creed was?

My own bite mark burns with sudden intensity, a searing pain that claws at my skin, demanding to be scratched, to be torn open. The memory is too vivid, too painful, and panic wells up inside me, choking off my breath. My body writhes in Vaughn's arms as I fight the urge to claw at the burning mark on my shoulder, to rip it out of my flesh and rid myself of the torment that it brings.

To rid myself of Adam forever.

Desperation claws at my chest as I bury my nose in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, trying to drown out the memory with the comfort of Vaughn's bittersweet scent. My tongue flicks out again, lapping at his pulse point, drawing a groan of pleasure from his lips. I claw at his chest, my nails scraping against his skin as I press closer. I'm consumed by my instincts. All I can think about is drowning in him, letting him consume me until there’s nothing left but the searing pleasure of his touch.

I’m settled onto a bed of blankets and shirts, the familiar scents of my pack mingling together, surrounding me like a cocoon. The soft fabric drapes over me, forming a makeshift nest that’s supposed to bring comfort. But instead of soothing my instincts, the sensation is suffocating. Everything feels like it’s pressing in on me, the walls of the nest closing in, amplifying the panic in my chest. My breathing becomes ragged, my heart pounding in my ears as I glance up at Creed, then back at Vaughn.

My core throbs, and my mouth waters. The sight of Vaughn—shirtless, his broad shoulders and sculpted chest glistening slightly in the low light—drives me to the edge. His skin is already marked by my nails and teeth, my claim on him visible. He’s wearing low-slung basketball shorts that hang on his hips, a towel clutched in his left hand. His nostrils flare as he scents me, and I can see the struggle in his eyes, the way his control wavers as he fights against the pull of my heat.

"You want me, Vaughn," I whisper. "You know you do. Stop fighting it."

He tenses, his breath hitching as he fights against his own instincts. "Doll," he warns, his voice thick with concern. "You’re not yourself right now. This heat—it's making you do things you wouldn't normally do. I don’t want to take advantage of you." But his words do little to quell the frantic need surging through me. My body acts on its own accord, driven by the need to taste him fully.

I slide down to the floor at his feet and my gaze travels up his chiseled chest which is dripping in ink, an intricate serpent tattoo coiling up his torso.

“Kaylani,” Vaughn rasps, but there’s a tremor in his voice that betrays his own loss of control. He’s on the edge, just like me, and it only makes me want him more. He looks like a dark god—sharp angles and black orbs I could get lost in. I want to worship at his altar. The slick between my thighs increases as I reach up, tugging at the waistband of his shorts, desperate to taste him, to feel him.

"This is my fucking choice," I growl as he hesitates, his muscles tensing, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s not going to stop me. A shiver of satisfaction rolls through me like molten lava. For once, I’m in control, and I’m going to revel in it.

I pull his shorts down just enough to free him, his thick, heavy cock springing free. My mouth waters even more, the sight of him making me ache with need. Without waiting for permission, I lean in, pressing my lips to the tip of his cock. The salty tang of his pre-cum bursts on my tongue and we both groan in unison. With the flat of my tongue I lick him from base to tip, swirling my tongue around the head before sucking him deep into the back of my throat. The taste of him floods my senses—a rich, dark bitterness like the finest chocolate. It’s an addictive flavor, one that I can’t get enough of, and it drives me to take him deeper, to savor every inch of his length as I slide my lips down his shaft. I'm dizzy with need, each stroke of my tongue against him sending sparks of pleasure through my body.

I want more.

My hands land on his thighs as I adjust my position at his feet, taking him in my mouth deeper, faster. Hollowing my lips and sucking as much of his delicious taste into my mouth as I can. Vaughn hisses and the sound sends a shock of pleasure shooting like lightning straight to my core. I swallow his length deeper, taking him as far as I can. His cock hits the back of my throat forcing me to gag around his shaft.

" Yesss just like that," he moans as the muscles in my throat squeeze him tighter. His praise spurs me on. I force my throat to relax and his cock fills my mouth completely, his girth stretching my jaw to the point it's aching. But I welcome the pain, letting it fuel the frenzy building inside me.

“Fuck, doll,” Vaughn curses as his hand comes to rest on the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as I take him deeper into my mouth. His hips jerk involuntarily, pushing him further into my throat, and his hands in my hair force me to stay where I am, holding him deep in the back of my throat.

Creed’s voice filters through the haze of my need, a distant murmur that barely registers as I surrender to Vaughn's pleasure. His cock stretches my lips wide as I take him deep, his thick fingers gripping my hair roughly. With each thrust he slides in and out of my throat. My eyes water. The burn in my throat is searing, choking me as I try to swallow him down.

It’s overwhelming.

I can barely breathe, each thrust becoming more frantic as he growls and curses under his breath. I’m enveloped by his scent, his taste, and the sinful sounds he makes.

I can't stop, wouldn't even if I could.

The desperate need to have him fill my mouth with his release, to drain his pleasure.

I'm feral for it.

Vaughn’s cock twitches in my throat, growing harder with each passing second. I cling to the fabric around his hips, my grip so tight my fingers ache as I bob my head, frantic to take all of him and quell the ravenous hunger inside me. His grip tightens in my hair, and I can sense the moment he’s about to lose control. I think he’s going to let me push him over the edge, but then he pulls back abruptly, his cock slipping free from my mouth with a wet pop. A trail of saliva connects us briefly before snapping away, severing the connection. I whimper at the sudden loss, tears of frustration welling in my eyes as I look up at him, my body trembling with desperation. Panting, I fall to one hip, staring up at his face, which is twisted with guilt and conflict.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you finish?” I demand, struggling to my feet. My body shakes under the strain, every muscle vibrating with the intensity of my need. I collapse on the edge of the bed as I wait for him to respond.

Vaughn doesn’t answer me, making disappointment and frustration roll through me in equal measure. He looks at Creed, his own frustration evident in the way he clenches his jaw. With a growl of exasperation, he tucks his cock back into his shorts, his hand rubbing wearily down his face.

"I'm going to get you some water. I'll be right back," Creed murmurs, his voice gentle as he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead. The warmth of his lips lingers for a brief moment before he pulls away.

I watch the strong muscles of his back flex as he disappears through the door, leaving me and Vaughn alone. His dark onyx eyes caress my curves, my nipples pebbling under the intensity. It's like a physical weight that makes my heat spike for him. My core throbs again. Desperate and aching to be filled. My fingers trail down my body and into my slick, fingers drumming along my clit. But the sensation does little to stem the ache building.

"You didn't have to stop," I say, my fingers swirling around my clit. "It was my choice, Vaughn." I spread my thighs further. "I wanted to taste you. To get you off." I push two fingers deep inside me and Vaughn growls as he watches me, but he doesn't move closer to the bed as my fingers dive into my pussy deeper, gathering my arousal and dragging my fingers back to my clit. I moan and Vaughn's body tenses.

“Fuck me,” I demand, my voice breathless and full of urgency.

“Doll,” Vaughn warns, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “It’s hard enough not to give in to your pheromones without you begging too, sweetheart. But I can’t take advantage of you like this.” His words are forced, each one sounding like it’s being dragged from him as he struggles to maintain control. “I won’t do it.”

The rejection sends a surge of irritation through me, my heat-fueled instincts pushing me to the edge of reason. “Coward,” I taunt, my voice laced with frustration and desire. I pull my fingers from my dripping cunt and swipe them over my nipples, feeling the slickness transfer to my hardened peaks. I pluck and pull at them, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through me, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him. Spreading my legs wider, I give him an unobstructed view of my arousal, my body on full display for him.

I should be embarrassed—humiliated even. I’ve never been this crass, this bold. But the heat is driving me to the brink, making me do things I wouldn’t normally do. Maybe Vaughn’s right. Maybe I’m not in my right mind.

But I don’t care. I want him now.

The need is overwhelming, consuming every rational thought, leaving only the burning desire to be filled by him, to have him claim me in the most primal way. My breath comes in shallow bursts, my chest heaving with the intensity of my longing as I continue to tease and torment myself, hoping to break through his resolve.

“Vaughn,” I breathe, my voice a desperate plea. “Please…”

But he stays rooted in place, his body trembling with restraint. The internal battle is clear in his eyes, the conflict between his need to protect me and his desire to give in to what we both want. It’s a thin line he’s walking, and I can see it fraying with every passing second. The tension in the room is suffocating, thick with need, and I can feel my own control slipping further away. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release, and the sight of Vaughn standing there, holding back, only makes it worse.

I need him. Now .

Vaughn’s gaze darkens, his eyes narrowing as he steps forward, the tension in his body radiating off him in waves. He moves closer, his presence overwhelming as he towers over me and the heat between us intensifies, a fire that threatens to consume us both. For a moment, he hovers over me, his breath scorching against my skin. I can feel the war raging within him—the struggle between his instincts and his desire to protect me. But as I meet his gaze, the raw hunger in his eyes mirrors my own, and I sense he’s on the brink of breaking. So I push him over the edge.

“I'm choosing this Vaughn,” I say. “I'm choosing you .”

His resolve crumbles in an instant. "God damn it," he curses, his voice low and strained as his hand shoots out. He grabs my wrist, yanking my fingers from my aching core and bringing them to his lips. His tongue flicks out, tasting the slick on my fingers, a low growl vibrating through him as he savors the essence of me.

“You're so damn infuriating,” he murmurs, his voice dark and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. “I should punish you for teasing me.”

I moan at the sound of his dark threat, a thrill running through me at the thought of his punishment. “ YESSS ,” I hiss, stretching out the word. “Take me. Use me. Punish me.”

Vaughn’s control snaps. In a blur of movement, he’s on me, his mouth crashing down on mine in a bruising kiss—teeth and tongue clashing with desperate need. His body presses me into the soft nest of blankets, his hands roaming my body with rough, demanding touches that ignite sparks of pleasure wherever they land.

His lips trail down my neck, biting and sucking at my sensitive skin, leaving a scorching trail of fire in their wake. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders, desperate to pull him closer as the ache inside me swells to an unbearable level. The intensity of our connection flips a switch within me, igniting a frenzy of need and desire.

“Vaughn…” I gasp, my back arching off the bed as his hand finds my soaked core. His fingers slide through my slick folds, three fingers pushing into my pussy with a deep, delicious stretch that makes me cry out. “Ahhh!”

His mouth claims mine again, silencing my cries of pleasure as his fingers thrust into me—harder, faster—filling me with a relentless rhythm that has me teetering on the edge of release in seconds.

But it’s still not enough.

“More,” I demand, my hips bucking against his hand as I seek a deeper, more intense touch. I need a knot. My inner voice taunts, but my alpha isn’t here.

Vaughn pulls his dripping fingers free and presses them against my lips, forcing me to taste myself. "You said you wanted to taste me, doll? Be a good girl and suck my fingers clean while I fuck you."

With his free hand, he positions himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing teasingly against my entrance, promising the release I so desperately crave. I can feel the tension in his body, his barely restrained need as he holds himself back, waiting for my submission. I obey, taking his fingers deep into my mouth, savoring the taste of myself. We both groan in unison, the sound raw and filled with need.

"That's it, doll. Let me use you however I see fit." With a low, feral growl, Vaughn thrusts into me, his cock stretching and filling me in a way that makes stars explode behind my eyes. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure bordering on pain, but I revel in it, needing every inch of him to quell the raging fire inside me.

He doesn’t hold back, his movements fierce and possessive as he claims me with every thrust. His free hand grips my hips, pulling me against him with a bruising force, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. My moans are muffled around his fingers, my eyes rolling back as I surrender to the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain produced under his dominating touch.

I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride the wave of sensation, my body trembling with the force of my release. He pulls his fingers from my mouth with a loud pop, his wet fingers pressing against my throat as I scream through another orgasm, a tidal wave of pleasure consuming me and forcing my vision to narrow to a tunnel of bliss.