Then she gave me a light slap. “Ugh, stop being so hot,” she complained. I snorted, took the camera from her and switched it off. My palm slid along the small of her back so I could roll us so she was on top. She relaxed with a small sigh and it coincided with an uneven thump in my chest.
My knot still felt huge.
“So, uh…what do we do now?” I said after a beat.
She laughed, placed both palms on my chest and rested her chin on top of them. Funny how she could go from sultry to cute-as-a-button at a moment’s notice. Instead of replying, she started playing with my armpit hair.
“Stop it, that tickles.”
She giggled and just did it more.
“Oh, so I get to be tortured now, is that it?” I demanded between involuntary twitches.
Sierra let out a dramatic sigh and laid a hand — the one she had been tickling me with, thank Christ — on her forehead. “I’m sorry you are being tortured by having to knot my prison of an omega pussy. Such a terrible crime being committed here. I can find another alpha if this is too hard on your poor penis.”
My growl erupted from me before I could stop it. Call me stereotypical but when an alpha knotted an omega, the last thing he wanted was to imagine someone else taking what was his.
“Sorry,” I grunted. “Don’t say shit like that when we’re knotted together.”
Instead of soothing me like any other omega might’ve, Sierra sighed impatiently. “Let me be clear, Ryder. The only person I belong to is me. Don’t make me regret doing this with you if you’re going to get all possessive.”
Ugh, she was right. I would have to get over this fast if I was going to convince her to keep working with me. “My alpha’s just being an idiot,” I explained easily. “It won’t happen again.”
Sierra seemed to accept this, settling back into her position on my chest. “At least you didn’t purr, that would’ve really freaked me out.”
I must’ve mirrored her distaste from the expression on my face and she laughed. Purring for her would’ve been go-halves-on-a-mortgage level lunacy.
I let my hand settle into the curve of her spine. “What are your thoughts on collaborating exclusively for the time being?”
She was back to eyeing me suspiciously. One step forward, ten steps back apparently.
“This has nothing to do with the growling, does it?”
I was getting exasperated. “Do I need a briefcase, top hat and monocle before you’ll believe I’m just talking about work?”
“Great, now I’m picturing you as the Monopoly man, Ryder.”
Well, that made my knot go down slightly. Sierra seemed to notice, squirming on top of me. I could feel the slide and squish of our combined fluids in her pussy, reminding me of how carnally I’d marked her.
Focus on anything except that unless you want to make her think you have a hard-on for Monopoly.
My knot annoyingly did not deflate any further.
“Look, I think we can make some really great content. I don’t need to see the footage to know we’ve struck gold,” I told her, trying my best to keep my tone serious.
Very convincing, keep going.
“We obviously have chemistry. And we value our anonymity. Saves us from having to test frequently.”
All logical arguments. Reeeeel her in.
“What do you think?”
Sierra’s lips pursed in thought. “Makes sense. I was more or less happy to stay a solo creator before you messaged me, so it’s not like I have a list of potential people I want to work with.”
There was no need for a list because the list was ME!
I was very glad my alpha could not voice his extremely idiotic knot-driven thoughts.