Page 83 of Knot Their Omega
That’s why I’m here.
“Good.” It’s all I can say because the last restraint of control snaps like a twig, leaving me running blindly on my Alpha instincts.
One minute, we’re on the couch, and the next, I’m carrying her—lips locked, those long legs of hers wrapped around me for dear life—and following her lingering scent until we’re in a room that’s brewing strongly with her sweet aroma.
I use my feet to kick the door closed, my hands gripping her ass as I keep her propped up in my grasp.
Now that her legs are wide open, the full force of her arousal is drowning me. If I get to dive into those dripping folds and suffocate off her juices, I will die a happy Alpha.
Fuck, I can’t keep imagining things.
“Your room?” I only ask out of respect for the best friend she mentioned lived with her.
“Y-Yes,” she pants heavily, looking completely aloof, as if she can barely grasp my question. My poor Omega just wants me and nothing else.Understandable.“I… um…”
I remove my shirt, and her bugged-out eyes take in my body as she sees the multiple tattoos I hide far too well from the world. You wouldn’t think I have any because they’re not on my arms or in visible spots like my neck or fingers, but my chest and backside are the canvas full of ink, leaving my Sweet Omega gawking in admiration.
“I hope you don’t mind tatted men,” I whisper, though I’d hope she’s fine with it because Kenji has double the amount of ink on his flesh. Let’s not start with that pierced cock of his that I forget is a big deal to everyone else.
I barely notice it when I suck and play with his cock. He must have taken the barbell out to clean it.
“I love tattoos,” she confesses breathlessly. “And piercings.”
I see the twinkle in her eye, and I immediately smile as I lean down so I’m hovering over her, keeping her pinned to the bed beneath us.
“Piercing like what Kenji has?” I taunt her just to see the way she’ll react. Her cheeks begin to burn crimson, and she’s trying to answer coherently enough to make sense. I’m being cruel for letting her try to think when she needs me to be fucked, but I want to know her perspective of him.
On the potential idea of us.
Kenji wouldn’t want me bringing it up, but I can’t stop myself.
I want him… but I also want Astraea now. Not a competition… but a collaboration?
Thinking about it makes me feel confused, which is why I want to know what she thinks.
“Yes.” I hear the firmness in her response, leaving me to wonder if she understands why I’m asking. She searches my hooded eyes despite hers being so full of lust. I’m being a party pooper here, but I don’t know when the next time we’ll have this moment.
A moment of blissful quietness between us with no interruptions…
“Do you like Kenji?”
I have to fight not to smirk at her perspective.
“What do you think?” I toss a question back to her.
“There’s hunger there,” she confesses. “Lust when you two stare at one another. Only for a moment, but it’s strong enough to see the chemistry on the tour bus,” she reveals and proves that she’s not only smart but very observant.
I love an observant Omega.
Crazy to think I once believed I didn’t need them—Omegas. All of a sudden, Astraea strolls into our life, and suddenly, I know exactly what I’ve yearned for in an Omega.
Her.
As simple as that.
“Guess you wouldn’t approve of that, huh?” My eyes trail down her body, noticing how her perky breasts press against the thin layer of the dress she’s wearing. It’s such a simple dress, yet it’s so seductively complimentary against her curvy body.
I can tell Astraea’s curvy skinny. Not too thick, but not thin enough that you’d think she’d never worked out a day in her life.The lines of muscle in her biceps and thighs prove she goes to the gym and enjoys taking care of her body image.