Page 131 of Knot Their Omega

This dominating powerhouse with a cunning execution in getting what he wants at a pace that pleases him.

Suddenly, I can see why he and Kai blend so damn well.

It also makes me curious as to who is “top” and “bottom” in their dynamic.

“Yes, Alpha,” I purr the words, making him groan in dismay.

“God, Hummingbird.” He has his hand around my throat, tilting my head back enough to smother my lips with his in desperation. If it wasn’t for the next set of knocks on the door, we would have forgotten someone was waiting on the other end. “Behave,” he orders with a deep grunt. “Or you’ll be doing more than just singing later.”

I smirk back at him before letting my tongue trail along my swollen lips. He watches the movement like a hawk ready to lash onto his prey, and I swear we wouldn’t be able to get out of this intense gaze if it wasn’t for the third set of knocks.

“Coming,” Kenji calls out a little louder, not hiding his obvious frustration. “Understood, Astraea?”

I have to fight not to wiggle in my seat with how he says my name.

“Yes, Alpha,” I affirm and try to give off a more innocent look.

He knows I’m going to follow orders, but it doesn’t hurt to make him think I’m tempted not to. I wish we didn’t have any interruptions right now because I’m struggling to think straight.

Truthfully, I just want to fuck and deal with whatever we were going to do later, but at this point, that’s not possible.

It’s just this dumb patch’s fault for my horny struggles.

“Can you come back in fifteen minutes?” It takes me an added few seconds to register what Kenji’s asking. Glancing over to the door, my rockstar drummer Alpha isn’t even looking at whoever is at the door. His gaze is on me, so intense and tempting, I feel a wave of heat rush through me.

“We’re in the middle of a recording session,” he promptly continues, despite the way our eyes bore into one another with intensity. I don’t get why this connection is dangerously strong.

I shouldn’t be close to my Heat with these patch blockers, but all my senses feel heightened. Almost too sensitive to everything around me that revolves around Kenji.

His scent drifts all around this exclusive space. The depth of emotion that dances within those stunning eyes of his. The pulsing burst of lust felt even from afar.

Something has to be wrong with the dosage or something because all of this is almost too much.

“Sure,” I overhear another voice. “I got a quick meeting to attend to anyway, so I’ll just come back after it.”

“Cool. Thanks.”

I don’t need to pull my eyes away to know the door to the studio is closed. The sound of the lock clicking into place seems louder than it needs to be. As if the echoing sound has to hum through this sizzling atmosphere so we both realize we’re alone once more.

On a time limit at that.

The way I’m dripping at the idea has me biting my bottom lip far too hard. It doesn’t make me flinch, though, despite the shotof pain I must have induced by piercing the flesh with my own teeth.

I can taste the blob of metallic texture along the punctured spot, but I can’t focus on that anymore because I’m captivated by the way Kenji prowls his way toward me, a low build of a growl beginning to ease into the atmosphere.

The sound has me quivering in need, my legs pressing together in hopes of taming the flood of slick begging to slip down my thighs.

“You weren’t going to behave, were you?” He grunts the words as if they’re a struggle to get out. It must be a pain to even think right now because the coursing intensity pulsing between us is mind-consuming.

“Nope,” I confess, as if I’m ready to reveal all my sins. “But you knew that.”

He has me pressed back against him in a heartbeat, his lips drowning me with desperate passion as we kiss like it’s our last.

“You think,” he begins as he briefly breaks the kiss to suck on my neck, triggering a moan from me, “I’d let that fucker enjoy the scent of your wetness for me?” My Kenji is mad. I can tell from the depth of his voice, which carries a possessive undertone. “To enjoy your sweet aroma that only grows with every damn second.”

His teeth taunt my flesh, triggering a moan that escapes my slightly parted lips while I let my head fall back so he has even more access.

“He’s not worthy of such luxury. Not a part of our pack who is allowed to enjoy your heightened scent. You’re what so many of these Alphas are dreaming about,” he mutters against my hot flesh while his hands glide down to lift my skirt, grabbing my bare ass cheeks. “By the time he dares get a scent of you, he’ll be reminded that you’re MY Omega, and I don’t hesitate to take care of what’s mine.”

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