Page 45 of Knot Their Omega

It’s a wondrous sight to witness.

Her hand is massaging the bulgeof my knot, easing the pain and pleasure that blends rather nicely.It’s not as painful as the times I need to ease myself or get help on those rotten months when I’m too wired up to relieve my own knot.

Maybe because I can physically acknowledge an Omega in my life and the idea of knotting her in the near future tames the excruciating pain that usually comes with this.

Watching as she pulls off my cock, she continues to massage me at a comforting pace while showing me how my load pools into her mouth.

“That’s my Omega,” I praise her with a grin as sweat drips down the sides of my face. “Swallow that for your Alpha. Let me see how much you enjoy my seed in your mouth.”

She doesn’t delay in pleasing me with the sight, swallowing it as though it’s the best-tasting thing she’s had. She even licks her lips clean and shows me the end results.

It has me growling in satisfaction, igniting a purr from her before I claim her lips greedily. She’s still massaging my knot, the bulge beginning to shrink as I distract myself with her tantalizing lips.

By the time we take a break from kissing, I can actually think straight.

Fuck… that was amazing.

Amazing isn’t even the right word to describe this.

The connection. The intensity. The sheer level of bliss I just experienced by this tiny Omega, who’s surpassed my expectations.

The best part is, I come to the conclusion that this isn’t a fling or a one-hit wonder. We’ll get to do this again. To appease each other’s needs while continuing our commitments through this rollercoaster called life.

I’m no longer alone… and neither is she.

It’s a relief that can’t be comprehended in words.

All I know is I couldn’t be more grateful.

“That was…” she begins, and I acknowledge that flicker of uncertainty that wells up with expected disappointment.“Sensational,” she confesses. “I’ve… never done that with an Alpha before.”

I’m kind of glad she hasn’t, but then the idea of her not being satisfied bothers me.

“Why?” I wonder.

“Previous ones don’t really care to appease their Omega before themselves,” she confesses and shrugs slightly. She’s still massaging me out, which I’m thankful for because the kneading motion is further lessening my knot. “It’s not ‘a thing,’ I guess.”

“That’s stupid.” I can’t help but shoot it down because it sounds prosperous in nature. “To appease your Omega is the root of our existence. What’s the point of being an Alpha, then? That’s just fragile masculinity.”

I have to be drunk on ecstasy because I’m far too mad about something that didn’t happen to me. Either way, I’m not going to hide that it does bother me to this extent.

Seeing her smile and how it lightens up her face helps me soften my hardened gaze.

“I think you’re going to be the first of a lot of things for me,” she quietly admits and leans in close so she can kiss my chin while peering up at me. “That was specular, Icarus. Thank you.”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you,” I admit and lightly kiss her. “But I like hearing your praise. Do that again.”

“Ugh,” she groans but is giggling as she pushes me away.

“No. I take it back.”

“No takebacks,” I toss back and see the repulsive look at my childish behavior. I almost think she’s going to be disgusted by it, but she proceeds to lightly slap the top of my cock.

“You’re it.”

I stare at her, then my cock, and then back at her.

“Did you just slap my cock?”

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