Page 85 of Knot Their Omega
The intense desire I have for this woman is going to be my downfall if I’m not careful.
Yet, I feel like I’m too far gone now. This addiction isn’t something that I’m willing to tame.
I know that. Maybe she knows that, too.
She’s leaking like an open faucet, her legs trembling as I eat her out. Her moans and whimpers only motivate me to keep going until I know she’s far too close.
Pulling out my tongue, she watches breathlessly the trail of juices that cling to the tip, dragging along to show just how wet she is. I lick my bottom lip deliberately in an act of possession.To prove her pussy is mine to enjoy.But my Alpha side won’t let me waste any more time. I grab my cock and stroke it a few solid times before I glide right into her with a quick look of approval.
“Fuck.” Her pussy is tight. She’s not a virgin, but she hasn’t been fucking every Alpha on the block.
God, I love that.
I’m shaft deep inside her, allowing the stilled moment to let her adjust to my size. I’m sure Icarus is thicker and bigger in comparison, but I’m not far off.
It doesn’t hurt to be courteous.
“I… didn’t get to give you hickeys yet,” she whines pantingly while those doe eyes of hers stare into my damn soul.
Just the idea of disappointing her has me moving faster than I can comprehend. My hands grip the sides of her waist, pulling her upward until her arms have no choice but to hook around my neck. We’re inches apart now, our lips just centimeters away.
“Then?” I whisper in encouragement and brush my parted lips along hers. “Mark me up, Sweet Omega.”
I can see that wild flicker in the depths of her eyes and how my command unleashes this different side of her. I’m not sure if this woman enjoys Dom and submissive scenarios, but fuck.
Seeing her move in control with such a simple command has my cock twitching deep inside her.
I’m sure she noticed, but she’s focused on laying kisses along my neck. It’s an intriguing feeling at first. Almost ticklish even, but as I trail my hand up and down her back, she seems to gain more confidence in her execution.
Biting a little harder, nibbling deeper, tugging on my flesh, and sucking it just as swiftly.
It has me groaning in encouragement because I like it. The idea of being marked by her. The mere thought of displaying all these hickeys with pride to the others.
Just like Icarus had.
I’m sure all of us were trying to ignore the bite marks and obvious bruises around his neck and shoulders, but I saw them.Acknowledged their existence.This could be my way of getting a bit of payback.
I’m also an Alpha who can enjoy enticing an Omega into taking the reins within our lovemaking.
Alphas who are threatened by their masculinity only want a submissive woman, but me? I want a woman who isn’t ashamed of being a powerful controller in the bedroom.
I feel Icarus and even Kenji have similar preferences.
Heck, Nate’s probably the same but would never admit it.
Either way, I’m already trying to think of how Astraea can remain ours, how I can convince everyone aboard that she’s exactly what we want.
What we need as a whole.
“Ah,” I flinch at the pinch of sinking pain at the left side of my neck, only to groan at the immense pleasure that rushes through me with enough force to make my rut grow in aching need. “Not too deep, Astraea.”
I only warn her because I don’t want her doing something she may regret later, but she does a ‘hmm’ sound and is back to sucking and leaving more hickeys all over my neck.
My possessive Omega does enjoy marking her territory.
I have a wide grin plastered along my face by the time she pulls back to see the damage she’s done. Whatever lustful state she’s in seems to snap at that point, leaving her gawking in horror.
Her expression has me laughing almost hysterically.