Page 88 of Knot Your Business

I shove the thought away and head back into the nest, grabbing the hairbrush on my way out.

Dominic sits in the chair in the corner, his gaze focused out the window.

What the fuck is he still doing here? I expected him to bail the moment she was safely in the bed. He’s made it abundantly clear he doesn’t want to be involved with an Omega and that she is no exception. Fuck if I know what goes on in his head, though. And Jasper’s still cleaning up the shit show at the hotel.

I set the hairbrush on the nightstand and run my hand down her leg. She lets them fall open with a whimper. Keeping my touch as light as possible, I clean up the mess left from her knotting with Dominic, letting it settle the ache in my chest induced by her heat. She shifts, rolling toward me, and I run a hand down her arm to soothe her. She’s only been out for half an hour at most. She needs more sleep before the next wave starts.

I toss the washcloth in the general direction of the bathroom and grab the hairbrush. Dropping into a crouch, I ease it through her hair. Her eyes flutter open just as I’m finishing. Her gaze is unfocused, and for a moment, I’m back in the Haven, watching her rise to her knees as she begs for my knot.

“You need to sleep, pretty Omega,” I murmur, running my thumb over her lips.

She perfumes as she bites my thumb and pulls it into her mouth. My dick’s hard in an instant.

“Omega,” I groan.

She pushes up onto her forearm and grabs the waistband of my slacks, pulling me toward her until I’m forced to rest a knee on the bed near her hips. She perfumes again, so intensely the air purifier can’t manage to touch the intensity of it. Her breaths saw out of her as she sits up and digs her hands into my stomach. She whimpers deep in her throat, and I’m gone, giving in without much of a fight at all.

Omegas in heat get what they want. Especially my Omega during a fucking forced heat.

“All right, Violet,” I murmur.

I try to pull my hand away, but she tightens her bite on my thumb. Her hands shake as she undoes the belt and zipper of my slacks and pushes them as far as she can manage. I shove them the rest of the way and then straddle her, easing her back onto the bed. And all the while, she keeps my thumb in her fucking mouth, running her tongue along it and sucking on it.

My dick fucking aches, a bead of precum dripping onto her belly as I lean down and kiss her nose.

“You want to suck me, pretty little Omega?”

She nods her head, her eyes wide and glassy. She runs her tongue along my thumb again as if I need another demonstration of what she wants to do to my dick.

“You can’t do that if you’re biting my thumb,” I murmur, smiling.

She releases my thumb with a whine, her lips pouting. I laugh and shake my head even as I move to kneel next to her, giving her room to sit up. She follows me, like a string attaches our chests, and reaches for my dick, her fingers shaking from the force of her heat.

Again, it’s like I’m back in the Haven last year. Everything fades away as her lips part and her tongue traces over the cool metal of my piercing. She groans, an excited little squeal in the back of her throat, and then closes her lips around the head of my cock, pulling me inexorably farther into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she glances up at me through her lashes.

“Fuck me, you can’t look at me like that,” I mutter. I gather her hair into my hand, keeping it away from her stretched lips. “I’ll give you whatever you want, you already know that.”

She smirks. How she manages with my dick stuffing her mouth, I have no idea. My blood heats. I tighten my hold on her hair, urging her faster, and she hums, the sound full of happiness.

Did I think fucking her in September was hot?

It’s nothing on this. She’s no longer just an Omega. She’s my Omega. At least for right now.

I know what kind of coffee she likes, which blankets are her favorite, which bands she loves and which ones she only tolerates because Jasper likes them. I know so much and yet not enough. Never enough.

I blink back the sudden tears, focusing on the feel of her tongue as she traces it over me and the tightening of her throat as she swallows just as my dick touches the back of her throat.

My dick twitches, and I mutter a curse. I pull her away from me, ignoring her whine, and press her onto the bed, spreading her knees and wrapping them around my waist. I don’t lean over her as I push into her, the muscles of her cunt gripping me like a too-tight fist.

If I get anywhere near her skin right now, I’m going to be fucked for control.

She’s leaving, I remind myself as she throws her head back and exposes the column of her throat. I clench my jaw, moving faster as I ignore the bone deep need to mark her and make her mine in truth.

She’s leaving.

It becomes my mantra as I force my pace faster, watching her skin flush darker and her hands twist into the sheets of the bed. That telltale pressure builds behind my hips. I drop one hand and flick my thumb over her clit. She might be in heat, but I need her to come around me first. This time. Every time. For as many times as I might have left with her.

“Come for me, pretty Omega. Let me feel it one more time,” I murmur.

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