Page 11 of Knot Their Omega

Wait. That’s me!

“U-Uh… I should go.” That would be smart if my limbs would cooperate. They don’t want to move. They’re very comfortable right here before this carved God of a man with white hair and sapphire eyes. The way my ears catch onto the slight rumble coming from his broad chest makes my throat tighten while my cheeks feel far too hot.

“Trying to tempt me so early in the morning, pretty Omega?” he teases with a smirk.

I’m even more surprised when he leans over and dares to take a deep inhale.

I barely stop myself from purring.

Fuck!

“I’m tight on time, so I’ll behave,” he whispers into my ear, then his nose trails along my flesh ever so slightly as he rubs the side of my neck. “But you have to be careful, little Omega. Not every Alpha has the control I effortlessly portray.” He pulls back and admires me one more time.

“Hmph. You really are pretty.”

It’s all he says before he takes the lead in leaving.

The moment I can’t sense his presence, I’m free from whatever paralyzing voodoo is over my buzzing body. I race to the changeroom before anyone else can see how red my face is, leaving me fuming because what the fuck was that?

No. Who the fuck was that?

I guess I’ll never know because today will be the last time I finish my workout so close to opening time.

Because he’s right.

Any other Alpha would have fucked me for pulling that shit off.

So, why am I disappointed he didn’t take the chance?

Encountering A Tempting Wallflower

~ICARUS~

“And what are you doing here?”

I smile at the way Velvet points in my direction accusingly. I always enjoy making her question her life choices.

Lifting my hands in surrender, I let my smirk grow while my eyes soften just a smidge.

“To be fair, this is a public space. I’m allowed to be here,” I point out.

That only makes the already fuming woman look like she’s going to stomp over here and slap me across the head.She’ll say I need a reminder of discipline.Being twenty-three with power and status in our fucked-up society has made me rather “cocky,” if I do say so myself.

That little Omega could potentially tame me a few notches.

I have to try not to think about what just happened, or I’d be left in a troubled predicament. Blissful thinking can always get you further in life than being a worried psychopath.

“Icarus,” Knox groans, looking exhausted despite the day barely beginning. “You know this area is off-limits.”

I gesture around to the space, even though my nostrils are doing everything to be very subtle with how I pick up on such a wonderful scent. It’s a dessert mixture of brown sugar with hints of almonds and vanilla. I can easily envision a cake with layered frosting, drenched in brown sugar sauce and even caramel. Having a bit of a sweet tooth makes me crave the delicate delight. Even more so, I’m very intrigued by how similar it is to my own scent.

I must be horny, for there’s no way I could have discovered my scent match.

Absolutely impossible.

“Is there any Omega here? No,” I point out the obvious and look at Velvet. “You technically don’t count,” I say with a wink.

“Let me beat him!”

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