Page 84 of Knot Their Omega
All I can think of is having her legs around my neck, trying to squeeze the life out of me.
I have to fight chuckling dangerously at the idea.
“Why?” She stares up at me when my hand trails up her stomach, feeling the lines of her abs while dragging the material of her dress upward.
She watches every inch of movement, even as her single-word question rings in my brain. I don’t stop until I reach her breasts, tempted to make that final lift to expose them under the dim light from the nightstand.
“Why wouldn’t I approve of that?”
Our eyes lock, and we stare at one another with deep conviction.
“Of us?” I whisper, referring to myself and Kenji.
“Yes,” she whispers and elaborates further, so there’s no confusion. “You and Kenji.”
“Because…” I’m trying to state all the reasons why she’d be against it. To plague her with the heaviness I’ve felt for the longest time when I’m lost in my thoughts or alone in the depths of the night.
Now, I’m being asked the prime question, and nothing is coming to mind.
I’m lost for words.
Ironic, to say the least.
“Would you be happy to try the idea out?” She ponders curiously, observing me carefully. “You… me… and Kenji?”
I don’t even know how to answer, but my body is more than a respondent to the idea; my cock not only twitches to life but is growing harder by the second. I have to swallow the lump in my throat that I realize is present, fighting to keep me silent forever.
“If we all agree to it. Understand it’s temporary until I’m no longer your Omega,” she tries to add some realism to the idea, which is a good thing, or else my mind would soar to unrealistic heights. “Then I don’t object to the idea. I mean, you two can still do whatever pleases you when I’m not around, but I also want you to be comfortable with each other around me, too.”
She thinks about it a bit more, her face growing redder.
“At least if you try it and like it, you know in the future, you’ll need an Omega who is fine with it as well.”
Or she can just be our Omega permanently…
“Mhm.”
“You’re not listening,” she mumbles with a bit of a pout on those lips of hers, making her look so fucking cute—and hot. Maybe she’s right.
I’m not listening.
I’ve already decided what I now desire.
Her. As our Omega. With Kenji in the mix.
I can rut just from that equation.
“You make it hard to think straight,” I admit, seconds from kissing her passionately. She can’t answer me with how I have us connected in this feverish liplock, our bodies pressed together desperately.
We coil with ease, our hands and arms moving, the two of us tugging off clothes between kisses, leaving us naked in mere minutes. By the time I’m between her legs and enjoying the sight of her slick-cloaked pussy, we’re both out of breath and far too sexually driven to try to make conversation.
Our communication seems to shift now to something as simple as eye contact. We can just share a look, and I can immediately tell what she needs.What her body craves.My Alpha instincts push me forward, leading the way to pleasing this Omega who has rocked my world with far too much potential.
Without breaking our gaze, I dive into this gushing feast, enjoying the way her body buckles at the movement of my greedy tongue. I was thinking of doing things slowly at first, letting her squirm and whimper for me to plunge my tongue into her, but there’s this urgent need to claim her. To make her see what I can do for her.
Make her dripping with need. Push her over the edge to cum multiple times. Dive deep into eating her pussy like it’s the best dessert I’ve ever had the privilege of devouring.
I want her body marked with a strong reminder of what I can deliver.