Page 19 of Excess

Why was she having this effect on me?

Had it been so long that I just didn’t know how to act around an omega anymore?

Inika scratched fine lines into my skin as I moved her, careful not to draw blood. It was a good thing she was being cautious, because I sure as shit wasn’t. I’d never been more at risk of being poisoned by omega blood than I was in this moment because I couldn’t drag myself away from this omega if I tried.

I adjusted my hold, sliding my hands under her skirt to grip her pert ass cheeks, kneading them roughly with my fingers. For now, I wanted to see her face, but I fully intended to flip her over at some point and see what that ass looked like with my hand prints on them.

“Blake,” Inika whined, grinding her clit against my pelvis with each desperate movement, fighting to get closer, chasing her pleasure.

She was so beautiful it was almost painful to look at her. So put-together in public, so abandoned in private.

Everything I would have wanted in a mate back in the brief window of time when having one of my own seemed like a possibility.

If I could have dreamed up my perfect omega, it would have been Inika.

She let out the tiniest growl of frustration, a demand that spoke directly to instincts that had been dormant for years. Deeper. Harder. More. She didn’t need to articulate the words for me to understand the demand.

I grabbed the back of Inika’s knee, rolling us while we were still joined and pushing one leg up towards her shoulder, bracing my body over hers. We were skin to skin, our breath mingling with each exhale.

Inika slid one hand between us, fingers circling her clit as her walls started to flutter around me. But it was the placement of her other hand that made me lose my hold on the orgasm I’d been trying to hold back.

She clasped the back of my neck.

While there was no denying who was the dominant one between us, it was still a shockingly dominant hold for an omega to initiate. Especially on an alpha that wasn’t hers.

And yet I wasn’t growling. I wasn’t throwing her off. For whatever reason, my alpha instincts had decided that it was completely fine for this omega to handle me like this.

More than fine. Fucking attractive, even.

I came harder than I’d ever come in my life, pushing forwards to lodge my swelling knot inside her. Inika let out a breathy moan, her fingers tightening on my nape.

“Want me to stop?” I asked, forcing myself to still before we were properly locked together.

“No!” Inika dug her heel into the base of my spine, and that was more than enough encouragement for me. We both groaned as I settled into place, the swell of my knot on her hypersensitive inner walls immediately setting off a chain reaction of orgasms that we were both simply along for the ride for.

It wasn’t until we were both lying still and panting, with Inika’s body draped over me like a blanket, that I remembered just how quiet and intimate the act of knotting an omega was. It had been at least a decade since I’d done it. Neither of us could physically leave—we were bound for however long it would take for my knot to go down, with Inika’s heart beating against my chest and her breath tickling my jaw.

Suddenly, I didn’t know where to put my hands.

Inika’s eyes were closed, but perhaps she could just sense my struggle. She reached out sleepily, grabbing my wrists, encouraging me to rest my hands on her bare ass, beneath where her skirt had ridden up.

I wasn’t going to object to that idea.

“Are you freaking out?” she asked, peering up at me through one eye.

“No,” I lied.

She patted me on the chest. “I think you’re freaking out a little. Don’t worry, I’m freaking out a little too. I haven’t been knotted in a long time.”

“Are you trying to make me feel better?”

“… yes?”

I grunted, fingers flexing against her skin. “I don’t want to think about anyone else knotting you.”

Inika was quiet for a moment before letting out a bright, sparkling laugh that seemed to travel right through my body. “That’s fair enough. I don’t want to think about you knotting someone else. Let’s just pretend we were both virgins until an hour ago.”

I snorted, still absently kneading her flesh. “That was quite the bold introduction to the world of sex, then.”

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