Page 129 of Knot Their Omega

“This is a total change of plan.” I smile at the sarcasm in Kenji’s voice as he gestures around the room. “Welcome to my paradise, Sweet Hummingbird.”

“Truthfully, she’s a beauty,” I hum in praise with a sweet smile. “I haven’t been in a studio like this… like, ever.”

“I don’t know what strings Icarus pulled to get us secured here for the next three days, but I’m glad he did, or else we wouldn’t be able to do this so quickly,” Kenji reveals.

“Why? Is this place booked out for the month?”

Kenji’s smile tells me my guess is on the short end of the stick.

“Six months?” I hesitantly suggest.

“Four years.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I gasp in horror. “It is not!”

“It is, Hummingbird.” He laughs at my complete shock as he walks over to the dash that has what feels like an endless row of controls, each one pertaining to something important when it comes to the creation and recording process.

“What’s so great about this place that it has a four-year waitlist?” I can’t wrap my head around it. I know the rich andfamous enjoy making certain places so valuable that the rush to experience it makes unnecessary waitlists, but four years?

To record a song?! You might as well book it so you can record a whole new album if you’re waiting four years for one shot.

“You really want to know?” he asks as he pulls out a stool before the massive dash and lowers into it. Kenji is wearing the most casual attire I’ve ever seen him in—grey sweatpants and a white tank. It feels weird compared to his gothic attire, which usually has him in an array of black, ripped, slashed pieces with chains or other accessories to further decorate his tatted, pierced appearance. He’s only wearing his lip-piercing today; the others are absent.

I remember hearing Kai mention Kenji’s cock is pierced, but we haven’t dove that far yet into the realms of lust and need.

Good reason with the last couple of weeks’ predicament.

“Yes.” I’m genuinely curious.

“The place is good for porn videos.”

I don’t know if it’s because he says it so casually or due to the premise of the truth, but I’m staring back at him with no words to elaborate on my struggle for comprehension.

Kenji’s lowly chuckles as he lifts his legs up to cross them on the small yet soft-looking cushion of the stool. Spinning to give me his full attention, he has the cutest sloppy grin on his delicate lips.

“Since the tour switch up, there’s been a 500% demand on steamy music studio porn,” he announces with a sly smile that grows as he watches my eyes widen.

“You’re joking.”

“Dead serious.”

“And that’s what spiked this specific studio to be booked out for four years?”

“Was booked out for two, but after our tour announcement update, it went to four.” He sounds so proud. “I told Icarus we should make a song that has a certain Hummingbird’s moans in the background.”

“M-M-Me?” I gasp and feel the heat rush to my cheeks. I’m still pointing to myself while Kenji leans back just slightly so he can uncross his legs and pat his lap. I look down at how his legs are spread out.

He’s playing a dangerous game of wearing grey sweatpants around me, an Omega, who has been a lot hornier than I’d dare admit.

I’ve concluded the new patches administered to me to “help” tame my Heat has only made me want to fuck everything that moves. It’s hard to resist the urge when Icarus and Kai are around, especially when we’ve been intimate with one another.

I’m sure if it wasn’t their schedule changes and an uptick of work, they’d rather have me sprawled out on a table so they can take turns eating me out before fucking me enough that I can no longer speak English.

I’ve been taking it slow with Kenji and Nathaníel due to our current circumstances, but I’ve noticed the shift with Kenji. A growing possessive need to claim me, especially when his eyes darken and he just stares at me from afar.

Kind of like what he’s doing now.

Only now, he’s encouraging me to walk into his trap.

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