Page 38 of Knot Their Omega
The real slump in my feelings is accepting Icarus may be like everyone else.
Unaccepting at the idea of Omegas thriving in the world that does its darndest to ruin us.
“It’s a shame you think that way.”
The touch to my chin follows with my head being lifted upward. My eyes widen, taking in the closeness of the Alpha, who I assumed would boldly agree with his client.
If that’s the case, why is he here… up close… looking at me as though he’d burn the world for me?
“C’mon, Icarus, be for?—”
“I’ll be expecting your termination contract on my desk by the morning,” he interrupts while his eyes lower to my lips. I witness the intense fascination rooted in his gaze, further holding my breath when my thumb lightly trails my bottom lip, parting them slightly. “You can be the leader you’ve always wanted and tell your mates.”
“Wh-What?! No…w-wait!”
“Vesper says hi, by the way,” he dares to whisper the words as our eyes are locked. I’m sure he’s waiting for the threads of realization to swarm my widened eyes, but all I can concentrateon is how the aroma blending around us mellows so perfectly. “He likes listening in to my business calls from time to time.”
Sweet paradise.
He doesn’t wait for a begging response. He taps the screen without looking at it, and I can only hope he hangs up because I can’t ignore the way my insides heat up with need.
I can’t ignore this.
Neither can he.
“So, Vesper,” his voice is barely audible as he inches close enough that our lips brush with his next words. “Would I be to your liking?”
Don’t respond. Don’t move. Don’t fucking breathe.
All goes to hell because the Omega in me overrides every sense of reason to claim what my body is begging for.
Him.
Sweet Manifestation Of Mine
~ICARUS~
Sweet heavens.
My groan of relief gets lost in the hollows of this little Omega’s mouth as I dominate her lips the moment their soft touch presses mine.
I need to keep that in the depths of my mind to remind her that she initiated the madness that I can’t possibly contain—not after tonight, especially dealing with beating the shit out of those douchebags and dealing with Eren’s whining ass.
I’ve been begging for this form of sensual escape for weeks. Heck, months!
That’s the truth.
Why Omegas are far more important than we cocky Alphas want to admit.
We struggle to confess how their mere attention can turn a horrible day into sunshine with their mere presence.
How a single touch electrifies your body with pulsing need and purpose.
Kissing her now makes me want to bend to her will. Protect her from anyone who dares try to harm her. Shield her from anyone who dares talk shit about her in any way.
Derogative or not, Eren’s words and the potential idea Astraea is Blair Vesper are making my blood boil. To think he could brush aside the talent and capabilities this woman carries, all because she’s an Omega.
It was baffling. Insulting. Maddening.