Page 65 of Knot Their Omega
“Since I’m not your Omega, you don’t need to do anything with me. Don’t need to touch, hold, or console me. You don’t need to be in the same space as me unless we’re forced to, which may happen since this tour is approaching, and it can only commence with me in the equation,” she deciphers the new reality bestowed upon us. “So, while you’re on tour, we’re gonna have to be in the same space, but I’ll be out of your way and never in your business. You want to fuck all the sexy, hot Omegas that make your winky dinky go wee-woo, go ahead! Have a blast!”
She lets go of him then, but I see how she purposely leans in, their faces just inches apart. Nate is a frozen statue with how tense his entire body is, but the bold confidence in this Omega is mesmerizing.
It’s sexy as fuck.
“I won’t stand here and be compared to a bunch of bitches who are the ones really using you for your time and money. Those girls who won’t even remember your name, and if theydid, they’re probably gathering and laughing at how pathetic it must be to attend to an Alpha who’d rather fuck any Omega who moves than put in the effort to find an Omega who would only attend to him and the pack worthy of his leadership.”
When her lips curl up in satisfaction, it’s the perfect expression of victory.
She knows her worth, and she’s just made it known to us that she isn’t a walkover Omega.
“The name is Astraea. Anything else can be taken from whatever contract we end up signing to seal this in stone and show the government you have an Omega to keep your tour afloat. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend, and I don’t like being disturbed when I work, so don’t bother me.”
She spins away then, taking the three steps toward the bedroom door.
“Unless it’s for coffee,” she quickly adds. “I love sweet coffee. Anything sweet, really, but a hazelnut latte in the morning is the best.”
“Noted,” Kenji declares, and I peer over to see the look in his eyes.
I know that fucking look.
That’s the look he gives when he’s determined to get what he wants.
Fuck…
“This is my tour bus,” Nate declares, slightly quieter than his yelling fit but still louder than speaking volume. She seems to let it go because she turns back to look at him with a glimmering gaze.
“Our tour bus,” she corrects with a look that screams ‘checkmate’. “For now, Mr. Morelli. Now, if you excuse me, I can’t miss my work meeting. Enjoy breakfast without me.”
I expect her to look away and waltz into the bedroom, but she looks our way.
“Nice meeting you, Mr. Alastor and Mr. Baek. I apologize for randomly dragging you into this, but you can talk about it with Icarus and add your conditions. I’ll receive it once I’m done with work.”
“Kenji and Kai,” Kenji replies as he points to himself, then to me. “Just call us by name. No need to be so formal, especially when it seems like you’re helping us.”
He has a point.
“Cool,” she replies with a sweet smile that has my heart fluttering. “Kai,” she says first while looking my way. Waiting until I nod in response, she turns her attention over to Kenji. “And Kenji.”
“That’s me, Sweet Hummingbird.”
I see the glint in her eyes at the bestowed nickname of hers, but she turns away.
“Try to enjoy the rest of the morning. I’m sure we’re going to be busy when Icarus arrives. Talk to you later.”
With a lift of her free hand to give us a sort of backhand wave, she enters the bedroom, giving us one last sight of her. I may be hallucinating it, but seeing the slight glint of wetness trailing down her left inner leg makes my heart hammer into overdrive, while my nose takes this chance to inhale as deeply as I can, catching the hint of her slick.
She must be wearing those expensive undies that block her scent, but even they have a limit.
Just the idea of her being wet for us—wet for me—has my cock in a twitching uproar, but I’m fighting not to show just how maddening it’s making me to just… stand here?
Stand here and pretend this Omega isn’t driving me fucking wild on the inside.
The moment the door closes, I can only say one word to tame my frantic mind from going into a frenzy of need.
“Ours.”
I look to Kenji, meeting his gaze as he looks back at me with a look that screams exactly what I’m feeling. A desperate need to claim what’s destined for us.