Page 159 of Knot Their Omega

“What are you thinking about that has you standing here dazed out?” Icarus questions. “You feeling okay?” He effortlessly lays a hand on my drenched forehead, immediately checking my temperature to his.

I don’t know if it’s the action or his worried expression that makes all those bubbling fright within me fade, a blanket of safety wrapping around me.

“Mhmm.” My response follows with a loving smile. “Hey.”

“Hey, little Omega.” His taunt makes me pout, rewarding my lips with a lingering touch of his. “Talk to me, Astraea.”

“Was thinking… about whether there’s a way to fix Nathaníel’s parent situation,” I confess. “I know it’s random… but I guess maybe I’m just projecting.”

“Is your mother bothering you?”

“No…” I trail off before admitting, “I’m gonna have to pass by there when we’re done the first tour stop. Some important documents were delivered to my family’s house, so I have to pick them up. Was already accepted by my mom, or they would reroute it.”

“Okay,” he says while his hand moves down the front of my neck, wrapping almost possessively. It’s not too tight, but it’s very evident the power such a simple move can have over an Omega.

It’s making me warm up in need, though I’m trying to “stay focused” on the topic at hand.

“You’ll go with one of us, yes.”

“Uh…” I’m a bit confused as to why I would, but when he tightens his hold around my neck, I just want to melt against him in submission. “Yes?”

“Don’t try to give us an excuse, Little Omega,” he groans, and I can see the restraint he’s displaying not to do other things, as if the sexual tension maxed with our wet, dripping bodies isn’t driving us both insane. “When you’re ready to pick up the package, we go together.”

“N-Not everyone,” I argue, only to moan when he presses my back against his muscled chest, sending tingles of desire through me.

I have to press my thighs together to try to tame the slick already pooling in these thin panties, but I know that action won’t stand a chance of hiding the truth.

Icarus’ low growl follows with my lips being captive in a heated fury of sucks and tiny bites.

“Astraea,” he growls against my swollen lips when neither of us can kiss any longer, our panting breaths heavy and deep. “Agree already.”

“If I do, are we gonna go fuck in the shower?” I offer tauntingly. “And having you all go to my family’s house is unnecessary. Especially with the tour bu— Mhmm.”

This Alpha won’t let me finish—expected.Not with this nagging need to caress each other, while the burning urge to get lost in one another is overpowering.

How effortless it is to turn in his hold and allow my body to focus solely on him. My lips crave his touch, his flesh, the need to sink my teeth and lay dozens of markings to claim my territory.

“You love being all independent and shit,” he grunts between brutal kisses. “Did you forget you’re ours now?”

“Maybe,” I purr, which has him growling deeply enough to send my insides haywire. I’m not sure how we get from the “Omega” only training space to the showers, but I know neither of us cares, but goodness, I’m struggling to keep up with this conversation.

“Meaning I need to remind you,” he concludes as he presses me against the shower glass, not caring that we’re still in our workout gear.

“A reminder would be good,” I pant while I admire how fucking sexy he looks right now. “Then I’ll think about my options.”

“You know there are no options,Vesper,”he further teases with my secret identity, reminding me of what’s been brewing in my mind as of late.

“I wonder if that secret is worth keeping,” I mutter against his lips as he lightly kisses me. I can tell he’s taming himself, noticing the hint of uncertainty in my voice, despite the nagging need to feel good and forget whatever trouble is bothering me.

“You want to tell the world you’re Blair?”

“After I tell Kai, yeah,” I breathe and further relax, knowing Icarus can hold my weight with ease. I like this connective moment, wrapped around him with my legs while my arms casually rest on his shoulders. My fingers lightly play with his hair while my eyes bore into his.

The need to fuck is as vibrant as ever, but the craving to communicate is outweighing our primitive desires.

At least for the moment.

“Go for it.”

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