Make Me: The World of Knott

The taste wasn't enough. The mouth wasn't enough. The release wasn't enough.

Nothing compared to what I had drank; nothing compared to the slick that I had felt, that I had tasted.

Nothing would compare, because I had tasted the divine. An Omega.

MyOmega.

Because that's what she was. She was mine, and I was her Alpha.

She was mine to claim, and nothing would ever compare. Ever again.

“Shit.”