Page 130 of Knot Their Omega

Deep down, I’m sure he knows I can’t resist him.

Can’t go against this primitive tension buzzing between us, begging to be tamed or fulfilled.

Without a second thought, I walk toward him. Or maybe it’s prowling? That’s what I’d label it with the way I’m taking each step with a seductive place of my leg, allowing my hips to move like a swinging pendulum.

He watches every move, his eyes locked solely on me.

It’s crazy to acknowledge the powerful hold I can have on him.On all of them.He was praising this place of various gadgets, which they’ve pulled every string to get a hold of, yet we’re wasting time like this.

His attention is solely on me as I taunt him with my body and heightened scent.

I guess he should be grateful I’m wearing panty-blockers today. I’ve been bold lately with my horny fits by not wearing them from time to time. To see which Alpha is going to cave first.

Which, so far, is always Icarus. He can be deep in a fighting argument with a client, cussing him off, but with one whiff, he’s throwing the phone somewhere and fucking me senseless.

So far this week, two phones have suffered his dismissive wrath.

Phones are replaceable, he said. Fucking you until my knot is begging to stay deep inside you is not.

They’ve been good about not getting their knot stuck deep in my pussy and sealing our fates. I don’t necessarily feel bad about it because of the circumstances we’ve been dealing with these last few weeks, but deep within, I think we all know it’s inevitable.

I don’t think this can be temporary anymore…

Not with how intense our connections for one another have been during this turmoil time.

When I reach where he’s sitting, I enjoy how his eyes trail up my body, as though he’s sitting amid an art gallery, admiring a piece of work that touches his soul.

We don’t need to say anything.

I just go with the flow of what my body wants. Leaning over so my arms can hook around his neck, I lower myself onto his lap, feeling his hard bulge already impatiently pulsing against the wet lining of my panties.

He groans deeply at the pressing touch. His hands glide along the side of my waist, gripping boldly before pulling me against him, leaving us no choice but to be extremely close.

“Yes, you,” he groans and teases me with how his lips begin to trail down the side of my neck. “You think I don’t hear all those noises when Icarus and Kai are slapping these round ass cheeks of yours?”

I squeak when he grips my ass, lifting me so I can press against his groin further.

“Now, wouldn’t it be a bestseller to have those quipped moans that beg for our cocks in the background of a serenade that leads to a maddening climax of screams and outcries? Booming drum play with electric guitar chords echoing in the distance. Words screamed at the top of one’s lungs, begging for redemptions, salvation, and a new beginning.”

When his lips taunt mine by brushing along them, it takes everything to keep still while my eyes bore into his dazed ones.

“Only to realize it’s all a dream.”

“Evil,” I groan. I’m ready for him to push me away, but I’m surprised when he ends up kissing me. I was expecting a rush of urgency in the kiss, but it’s tamed—controlled in a way where the passion can be heightened by just the smallest of movements.

It’s so different from what I’ve been getting used to. The swift movements, the fast irony of fucking on a time limit in hopes of taming the urge enough to continue with the day.

Kenji kisses as if the world itself has stopped orbit for just us. That we have all the time in the world to enjoy this burning lust that has been building for weeks.

Breaking the kiss leaves him groaning as he presses his forehead against mine.

“Studio head will be here any minute,” he whispers. I can hear the slight annoyance in the depths of his voice, but he’s trying to hide it.

“And after?” I search his eyes while he’s trying to find some sort of excuse to prove we can’t do what our bodies want. I know he’s still trying to find one when there’s a knock at the door, but instead of lying, he lays one more kiss on my lips. “Then I do the honors of showing you that certain piercing you’re curious about.”

I’m sure he’s enjoying the way I blush before he picks me up with ease and sets me on the stool we’d been perched on.

“Stay good and wet for me,” he whispers in my ear, his deep, husky voice setting my core ablaze. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, which is driving me wild. I haven’t experienced this side of Kenji.

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