Page 82 of Knot Their Omega
This man’s lips haven’t even laid upon mine, and I’m moaning, the overwhelming scent getting to my senses to the point where I can’t dare resist reacting.
“Be careful, ?? Omega,” he warns with a Japanese word I have no clue what it means.
“A… Mai?” I try to repeat the word, the sound coming out like a chipmunk that lacks oxygen.
The attempt makes Kai growl, and the vibration, matched with the possessive sound, drives my insides into overdrive. I can’t deny the pooling slick between my legs, forcing me to press my legs together in hopes the panties I’m wearing could hold back the aroma of lust.
I can’t even flinch when Kai’s hand lays upon my upper left thigh, gripping it tightly as if he’s tempted to use a hint of strength to pry my legs open.
“Sweet Omega,” he translates as his lips brush mine.
We’re barely getting words out while our pants are much louder. It’s not like we’ve finished making out. No. We haven’t even kissed, yet our bodies are acting of their own will.
The aromas around us are so strong, it’s almost intoxicating. The crazy part is, it’s a good feeling—the dizzying high of being lost in this sweet perfume of various baked goods and spices combined. It’s dizzy-inducing, which could be why the world is spinning, but before I can dare submit to the spiraling sensations, I grasp Kai’s whisper.
“I can’t fight this anymore.”
That’s all he needs to say before he claims my lips like a desperate swimmer yearning to get that first gasp of breath.
A Transition Of Destiny
-KAISOR-
Why can’t I resist myself when it comes to her?
I keep questioning it, again and again, yet I can’t stop myself from acting this way. Unable to resist this wondrous allure she has on me.No female has made me feel this heightened sexually.
No Omega has lit a flame as strong as this.
Until Astraea.
This Sweet Omega of ours.
Now, the idea of all of this being temporary is a questionable ideology because I don’t want to fathom her not being in our lives.Howcan an instance change my entire standpoint?
She’s just arrived like a hurricane, none of us saw coming.
Which leads me here, kissing her like my life depends on it because that’s how it feels in this grand scheme of fate.
Her quiet moans of relief encourage me to keep going. To dive deeper as my tongue pries her lips open, begging for access.
It’s granted with a gasp, allowing me to enjoy the hollows of her hot mouth. My hand possessively squeezes her thigh, moving further inward, between her legs, which I assume are soaked for me.
The idea further riles me up,the vibration of a growl thrumming against the hollow walls of my throat. Such a raw yet powerful sound seems to grant me more access. Her legs pry open a little, like a command her body wouldn’t dare disobey, giving my nostrils exactly what they’ve been yearning for.
“Astraea.” I groan her name as if I’ve just smelled the best thing ever created in this world.It is the best thing I’ve smelled.“You’re all wet for me?”I ask, knowing damn well all this slick pooling against the fabric of her panties is thanks to me.
I’m the sole reason for her arousal, just like how I want to be the sole individual to make her scream my name.
“Y-Yes.” She sounds embarrassed yet appeased. It’s hard to describe, but I don’t even care about that. I just want to please her. Give her what her body is desperately craving.
“Does my Sweet Omega want me to continue?” I have to get some sort of permission.So, if I lose control and give her what she craves, I know it’s not in vain.
I can’t even think of regretting this moment, which feels so right and yet so fast.
To be willing to give up my worries and fears because this moment feels so fucking right.
“God, yes,” she moans impatiently, trying to wiggle. I can only assume she’s attempting to get out of her dress, but she doesn’t need to struggle with that.