Knot That Difficult (Bittersweet Omegas #6)

Chapter 1

DEVYN

The blanket is amazing.

And no, I’m not just saying that because I’m close to my Heat.

It’s because it’s baby pink and weighted, with little flowers stitched into it.

It’s one of Ben’s anniversary gifts to me, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever owned.

“I’m assuming you like it?” he asks, chuckling as I bundle myself in it.

I grin up at him and nod, my cheeks hurting from smiling.

He lies on the bed next to me, twirling my blonde curls in his fingers. “Good,” he murmurs, his eyes soft. “I thought you would.”

It’s our one-year anniversary!

We’re staying at the Aurora Inn, a famous bed and breakfast that Ben found when researching places to take us. I told him I would be fine with anywhere we went, but Ben insisted it had to be perfect.

And it is —the property has a gorgeous garden that looks like it came straight out of a fantasy novel. Our room has a fireplace, a reading nook, and a massive canopy bed with curtains.

The bathroom is even more impressive—there’s a claw foot bathtub that Ben and I can soak in together, and every toiletry smells like the inn’s garden.

I feel like a princess.

(Ben says I am his princess.)

But I’ve never had anyone treat me like this, and it still seems surreal sometimes.

I love every moment of it, though.

I sit up to kiss him, the blanket falling around my waist, and hum contentedly against his mouth, tasting his clean and minty scent.

He may be a Beta, but I can scent him, regardless of what he says.

He also insists he doesn’t have gold eyes, that they’re just brown, but he’s wrong. I can always tell what he’s thinking by looking at them—he’s expressive, sweet, and gentle.

He’s the opposite of me—my best friends say I’m a ball of chaos, and Ben is there to calm to the storm.

It’s like if a cat fell in love with a dog—you wouldn’t think it could work, but it does.

I can barely think at all now that Ben’s stubble grazes my cheek and his lips nibble at my neck.

I’ve always been sensitive to touch, but during my Heat even more so, and I shiver at every sensation that my boyfriend gives me.

“I love you,” he murmurs into my skin, his lips dangerously close to my mating gland. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, and I hold my breath while he sucks the skin there, playing with the delicate spot.

He loves teasing me.

“Do you think you could give me one more?” he asks softly, sucking gently on the sensitive area. I squirm, pushing my thighs together and tugging at his hair, messing up the chocolate strands.

I’ve already had three orgasms in twenty minutes, just from Ben’s light touches.

He’s fascinated by how sensitive I am, and every time my Heat arrives, he makes it a game of how many times I can come before he’s even inside me.

It’s the best game I’ve ever played; better than those dorky board games my best friends play.

“I…ah…” I try to find my words, but every time Ben touches me, my core clenches and shock waves of pleasure pulse through me. Goosebumps rise on my skin even though I’m overheated.

“Come on, Devyn,” he whispers, his voice slightly strained. “One more for me.”

I love when he starts to lose control. He’s always so careful, so calculated and prepared. When I get to see him in moments like this, my inner Omega relishes every moment.

He turns his head to kiss me, and his hand slides down the front of my chest, his fingers grazing over a sensitive nipple. Even through my bra, the pleasure is enough to send me over the edge.

I don’t have time to warn him. I let out a wail, trembling in his hold as he nibbles at my mating gland, building an even bigger release. Waves of euphoria wash over me as Ben holds me through my fourth orgasm with the patience of a saint.

He’s still dressed in his white undershirt and jeans, but his cock is as hard as a rock as it presses against my stomach.

I whimper in his hold, groping between us to grip his erection. He rewards me with a groan against my skin and keeps his mouth buried in my neck, his lips closing roughly over the mating gland.

Once again, I wonder if this is when he’ll bite me.

I’ve offered it to him more than once—Ben is my soulmate , and I want to be tied to him permanently.

“You can do it,” I whisper in his ear. “You can do it; I want you to.”

But he freezes and lets out a shaky breath, then pulls back, giving me a gentle smile. His eyes soften and he looks at me tenderly.

“Not yet,” he tells me softly.

It’s not a no. I know it isn’t, but my inner Omega senses the rejection, anyway.

I pant in his hold, the post-orgasm bliss slowly draining from my body. “ Ben ,” I whine, hating how childish I sound. “It’s our anniversary?—”

“And you know exactly why I’m waiting.” He boops me on the nose with his finger. “We’ve talked about this.”

I huff. Ben wants to wait until I find my pack—but I don’t need a pack.

I’m perfectly content with what I have with Ben. We have toys we use during my Heat, and even though it’s not the exact same as a knot, it works.

Ben is all I need.

He caresses my cheek and kisses me gently. “You’ve told me you wanted to wait until you had your pack for the mating bite,” he murmurs against my lips. “More than once.”

I growl in frustration. He’s right; we did talk about it, and maybe a part of me wants a pack, but…

What if I mess everything up?

“I want this,” he adds, chuckling at my growl. “I want you . But I also want to honor your wishes.”

I groan. “I hate that you’re such a nice guy sometimes,” I grumble, and he bursts out laughing.

“I’ll try to be meaner to you in the future,” he promises, tugging at the pink fabric of my blanket. “In fact…I’ll be taking this back now.”

“Hey!” I pull it, and he laughs and flips me onto my back, pinning my wrists above me with one hand. I giggle as he kisses me while pushing the blanket down and exposing my shorts.

“Is this mean enough?” he murmurs, his hand caressing in between my thighs. My cotton shorts are soaked with slick, and he hums appreciatively as he caresses the outline of my pussy. “Or should I be meaner?”

His fingers trace along the outside of my folds, barely missing my clit. I wriggle in his hold, but he keeps my wrists in place with little effort.

I huff out a gasp. “Don’t tease me, Ben…”

“But I thought you hated when I was a nice guy?” he whispers, pushing the heel of his palm against the crotch of my shorts. I moan loudly and arch my back, desperate for more.

“Ben…please…ah…”

“Please what, baby?”

“I need—” I wiggle my hips and thrust up against his hand, my body on fire. “I need you to fuck me.”

He grins above me, his amber eyes no longer soft, but burning with desire. “But you just came so many times. And I thought you hated when I was nice.” He presses against my slick shorts again, and I cry out.

“Damn it, Ben… please , please?—”

He pulls my bottoms down past the tops of my thighs and exposes my bare pussy to the air. Without warning, he plunges two fingers in me, the sensation sharp and sudden. I jolt in surprise at the intrusion, and my cunt grips him.

Ben usually takes his time opening me up. But this is delicious.

Filthy squelching sounds fill the room as Ben works me, keeping my wrists in place. “Do you hear how wet you are for me?” he gasps. “You’re soaked, and you haven’t taken my cock yet. Or any knots.”

My breath hitches. My Heat hasn’t fully arrived, but my pre-Heat symptoms are out of control. I become a babbling mess, lifting my hips up eagerly while Ben works me to a release.

“You became tighter when I mentioned a knot.” He chuckles. “How many do you want this time?”

I can’t think. Ben can’t knot me, but he’s brought enough knotting toys to help me through my Heat.

He murmurs low, filthy things in my ear, but I can’t process them. I’m too lost in my imagination and the ache of my body.

I arch my back and cry out, gripping his fingers with my cunt walls. He pushes another finger in, and I clamp around his hand, riding out the waves of pleasure.

I don’t know how many more orgasms I can have before I pass out, and my boyfriend hasn’t even been inside me yet.

Ben removes his fingers, releases my wrists, and moves off me. Before I can cry out for him to come back, his cock is at my entrance. His slick-covered fingers brush against my lips while I lift my hips to grind my slit against the head of his cock.

“Open up,” he whispers, pushing his fingers into my mouth. He moves three to the back of my throat, the syrupy taste of my slick blooming on my tongue.

My sweet boyfriend is a freak.

No one would guess based on how calm and polite he is, but in the bedroom, there’s another side to him.

A side that wants to do everything to and with me.

He takes his time pushing his cock into me, watching as I suck and lick his fingers clean. He pushes past my gag reflex, playing with the back of my mouth.

I never thought something like this could be erotic, but everything we do in the bedroom makes my body burn with need.

“Yes,” he whispers, and I whimper around his fingers. He closes his eyes and his mouth parts as he fills me up with his cock. “You’re so soft, Dev.”

I moan and lift my hips, desperate to take him deeper.

He may not be able to knot me, but he can fuck me. He’s so big that I have to stretch to accommodate him still, even after he worked me open. He pulls his fingers from my mouth, watching enraptured as a string of saliva drips onto my lips. Then he leans forward and thrusts his tongue against mine.

Like I said. An absolute freak .

I kiss him back eagerly and run my hand through his hair, tugging hard at the scalp while he sucks on my tongue. I swallow his groans and squeeze my cunt around him as tightly as I can, and he begins to thrust.

When he breaks away from the kiss, he pants into my neck, breathing hot air onto my mating gland. I gasp, and he increases his thrusts, the bed squeaking with his movements.

Bite me, please…

He licks a stripe up my neck while hitting a sensitive spot deep inside me, and my world shatters, again.

This time, he follows.

“Gonna come, Dev?—”

He barely has time to choke out the words before his hips stutter, and he’s spilling into me. I cry out at the same time he lets out a deep, rich moan, and my eyes close in bliss.

My inner Omega is satiated for now.

I probably have a few more hours before my Heat, and then Ben will need to bring out the toys.

He presses his forehead to mine, and I open my eyes, meeting his rich amber ones. “Hey,” he says softly, huffing out a chuckle.

I hum contentedly. “Hi,” I murmur.

“Was that enough for now?” he asks.

As if the answer isn’t obvious. I can barely breathe. My limbs are made of jelly, yet Ben still wonders if I need more.

“More than enough,” I sigh. “What about you?”

“Hmm.” He pushes his hips against me, his cock still hard inside me. “That was far more than enough.”

He doesn’t seem to have a refractory period, though.

Sometimes I wonder if he’s part Alpha.

He presses a kiss to my forehead, then my nose. “I love you,” he murmurs.

My face warms and my heart soars. “I love you, too,” I say in a small voice.

I will never get tired of hearing him say those words. The first time he did, I started crying, and he teared up.

It was one of the best days of my life.

Ben loves me.

Then, with the worst timing possible, my stomach gurgles obscenely loudly.

Ben bursts out laughing and rolls off me. “I’ll grab you something to eat. What are you hungry for?”

Ben was insistent on picking a place with award-winning food, too. Thanks to my best friends, Skylar and April, I’ve become sort of a cooking connoisseur, and they’ve taught me all about quality dining and what to look for.

I sit up and lift my arms in a stretch. “Coffee.”

“Coffee’s not a food, Dev.”

“But it’s the best.”

“It’s still not food.”

“If you eat the grounds, it’s food.”

“Are you going to eat a bowl of coffee grounds?”

I huff and look at my boyfriend, who raises an eyebrow at me.

I don’t bother to tell him that once I did, but it was only a spoonful and only because I didn’t have any hot water.

“Fine. Coffee and something else.” I kick the blankets off, including the one that Ben purchased for our anniversary. I immediately miss the safety and security of my nest, but I also need to find something to eat now.

My pre-Heat symptoms make me ridiculously hungry.

“Dev. Let me order something in.” Ben stretches, showing off his chiseled abs, and my mouth waters.

But my stomach growls again, and I can’t ignore my hunger anymore.

I shake my head and hit him playfully with a pillow. “I’m just going to head downstairs and see what they have. I’ll get you something, too.”

It’s a bed and breakfast, after all. And I will not miss any chance to try award-winning food.

Ben’s brow furrows, making the concerned expression that he loves to use for me. “You don’t have to?—”

“I know! But I also don’t want you to get dressed.” I rake my eyes down his body, licking my lips.

He chuckles. “Ah. You just want to ogle me, then.”

Truth be told, I’m a little… possessive right before my Heat, too. I want Ben to myself, and that means keeping him confined in my nest.

Mine , my inner Omega purrs. Mine, mine, mine.

I love being in love with Ben.

Tears prick at the corner of my eyes, and I quickly wipe them away.

I am not about to burst into tears because of how much I love my boyfriend.

Hopping out of bed, I toss on my discarded cream knit sweater and pull on my light wash jeans.

Feed me! my inner Omega roars.

I know Ben wants me to stay in the room with him. I can see he’s biting his tongue, trying to argue with me to come back to bed, but I want to get out just for a moment.

As much as I love it, it’s still sort of weird to have Ben do almost everything for me. Holding open doors, picking me up food, giving me rides to work…I’m not entirely used to it.

Sometimes, I’m still the girl who bounced around foster homes and was scavenging for food whenever I could.

But Ben knows that, so he tries not to push when I want to do something myself.

Promising to return soon, I head out the door, leaving behind a very naked Ben. The smell of savory and garlicky food wafts through my senses, and my mouth waters. I head past the long hallway, taking in the antique mirrors that line the walls and brass sconces that light the way.

The Aurora Inn is gorgeous. I’ll never get over it.

I round the corner and am met by a bright green pair of round, expressive eyes.

“Oh!” I gasp. “Hi!”

There’s a massive, rotund black cat sprawled on a mahogany end table, his furry stomach spilling on either side of him. His white mustache gives him a regal look, and he blinks lazily back at me, his black tail swishing back and forth.

I love him immediately.