Page 55 of Knot Your Business

She grimaces and tucks her hair behind her ear again. “I guess so. It just feels…” She makes a sound in the back of her throat, a cross between a gag and a groan. “Awkward as hell, I guess. But maybe I’m reading too much into everything.”

“To be fair, I’m absolute shit at it. Relationships, I mean. Especially this beginning part,” I say, trying to keep my voice light. “Jasper can attest to it. It took a damn fist fight with Dominic to figure everything out between the three of us last fall, and it hasn’t been smooth sailing since then. To be honest, I’m not really sure how to handle this without asking you to get on your knees in front of me.”

She laughs. Full-on belly laughs, her nose all scrunched up in that fucking cute way and her smile wide.

“Why is it assumed I’d be the one on my knees?” she asks between gasps. “Why can’t the Omega ever be the dominant one?”

My half-forgotten dick roars to life.

“Come here.” My voice is low, commanding, and her throat ripples with her swallow. She closes the gap between us faster than I expect. She arches an eyebrow and cocks a hip. I grin up at her, though she’s so short it’s not much of a gap. Humor fills my voice as I say, “Probably because of things like that.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. I grab her hand before she can turn back toward her bed and pull her into me, palming her hip as she props her knee on my thigh to keep her balance. The move puts her breasts directly in front of me. She’s not wearing a bra. The dress rides up her thighs as she adjusts her weight to keep her balance, revealing a set of black lace panties.

“And I can do this just fine without getting on my knees,” I whisper, glancing up at her.

She nods once, and it’s all the permission I need.

I palm her breast, flicking my thumb across her nipple, watching her for every little sign of arousal. Her breath hitches in her throat, and honeysuckle bleeds out from her, though not as strong as her heat. I follow my thumb with my tongue, tracing the same path, and her scent grows stronger. She runs her hands along my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as I pull her nipple between my teeth.

“Holy—” She bites her lip as she whines. A second later, her scent explodes around us.

I release her nipple with a low groan, smirking at the wet circle I’ve left on her dress. I take my time giving her other nipple the same treatment, not stopping until she’s pressing up against me, her head thrown back and small, near constant whimpers falling from her lips.

That’s not just something she does in her heat, then. I fucking love it. I run my lips down her body, enjoying the way the silk feels under them. Silk. Not satin. Not whatever weird knockoff the affordable slips like this are made out of that they kept available at the Haven. It’s freaking silk. And she doesn’t give a flying fuck that I just ruined it.

“Why do you work at that bar when you’re as rich as Dom?” I ask, not really meaning for it to be said out loud.

She shudders. “Orgasms now. Answers later.”

I chuckle and push up the hem of the dress, gathering it around her hips until I can see her in full.

Before I can even get my mouth on her over her panties, she’s whining. With the first swipe of my tongue over her clit, even blocked by the thin fabric, she cries out and twists her hands into my hair.

“Oh God,” she gasps. I repeat the motion, and she shakes in my hold. With the third, she’s begging for more. “Knot me. Please, Rylan. Oh God, fucking knot me.”

Shit. We haven’t had any of the needed conversations about sex and protection and pregnancy. Nothing like letting my dick put the cart in front of the horse. I force myself to still. Before I can pull away, she’s scraping her nails down my neck and pressing her hips into my mouth.

“I think I still have condoms if you want one. It might take me a minute to figure out where they are. I have an IUD. Jasper and I were bare together.”

Each sentence is more rushed than the last, the words falling over each other on breathless pleas. Her scent grows even stronger, my own bergamot mixing with it. The idea of her fucking Jasper makes my cock twitch. When I don’t move, she pushes her hips into me again, her clit running over my lips.

Even a gentleman would be unable to resist her like this. And I am anything but a gentleman, especially with only a few days left of the philharmonic season where I have to keep myself on a tighter leash.

I groan.

She takes the sound as the surrender it is, scrabbling at my sweats until my cock springs free. She doesn’t even bother taking off her dress, just pushes her panties to the side and lowers herself onto me. Her knees slide forward, bracketing my hips. Her body trembles as she takes all of me, forcing myself all the way to the goddamn hilt.

“Shit, pretty Omega.”

It’s a goddamn moan. I clench my teeth, breathing through the need to fucking come right now, the pressure already sitting at the base of my spine.

She doesn’t fuck around, chasing her orgasm like her damn life depends on it. It’s fucking beautiful. The last rays of the sun catch on her piercings, reflecting off of them. They kiss her hair, making it shine as I run my hand through it and twist it around my palm. They highlight her curves that I trace with my other hand, running it down her side and over her hip.

Her whines and whimpers get faster as she speeds up, and my stomach clenches, that pressure growing more insistent. I run my lips over her neck, trying to keep from coming before she does, feeling my knot already trying to swell and lock us together. The moment the pressure starts to peak, I run my thumb over her clit, pulling away so I can watch in rapt attention as she falls apart above me. Her body shakes, and her legs give out. She tips her head back on a strangled moan. I bite the hollow of her throat, keeping the urge to break her skin and rut up into her at bay by a fucking hairsbreadth. Her scent explodes again, doubling in strength, and I’m fucking gone.

I push up into her, snapping my hips a handful of times before my orgasm rockets through me. I grab her hips and pull her down into me, forcing my knot deep into her as it swells.

“Holy hell,” I mutter, tipping my head until it rests against the back of the couch.

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