Page 134 of Knot Their Omega

“My Omega needs me,” he repeats in awe while he leans in close, still on his knees. “I should stop stalling, huh? You won’t change your mind, Hummingbird?”

“God, no,” I assure him. “I’ll be good. I want you. My Alpha. Please? Pretty please?”

“Those whimpering pleas will be the death of me,” he groans. Taking another exaggerated inhale, he sighs. “Fuck. The smell of your scent, matched with your arousal, is so fucking good. I could get high on this alone.”

I’m sure he means it with how his eyes darken in hunger while he takes a few more inhales. Placing his hands together, I can only wonder what he’s planning to do as he bows his head slightly.

“Thank you, God, for this meal. I’ll enjoy wholeheartedly.”

“K-K-Kenji,” I can’t even believe he’s ‘praying’ like I’m his last meal.

“Got to pay respects when due, Hummingbird,” he states with a wink before he grips my inner thighs and leans in between my legs. The first lick has me moaning as my eyes flutter closed, but that’s a pinch of tenderness he delivers because he’s sliding his tongue deep within, enjoying my pussy like his favorite dessert.

My hips rock against him, my body reacting instinctively as he works his magic with that tongue of his. I don’t know how I landed in a pack that loves to eat a woman out, but I’m so fucking thankful because it’s one of those sexual things that turns me on in so many ways.

The loud slurping noises, the deep thrusts, and the even louder suckles always drive me wild, building that sense of pleasure within my core—encouraging its growth with every devouring movement.

“Fuck,” he grunts when he briefly pulls out his tongue and viciously licks his lips. “You’re like a leaky faucet, Hummingbird. I’ve been cruel to you, haven’t I?”

“God, yes,” I moan, barely understanding what he’s saying. My senses are all over the place, but all I can focus on is how good this feels. “What… are you going to do about it?”

“I guess I should take care of you,” he says, more to himself. “My neglect as an Alpha has my poor Omega quivering for my pierced cock, hmm. How can I ever repay you?”

An outsider would think he’s being sarcastic, but I can acknowledge the genuine curiosity in his vocal commentary. Asthough he’s trying to comprehend what would be worthy of an execution to redeem my forgiveness.

“You can just fuck me like I’m your world?” I offer because I really want a good fucking. Not to say Icarus and Kai didn’t deliver—because they did beyond my expectations—but I don’t want Kenji holding back, thinking I’m some weak Omega who can’t take a rough fucking.

“Oh, Astraea,” he whispers as he leans back enough so I can see the admiration in his eyes. He stands up the next second, pulling off his shirt to reveal the plentiful inked artwork across his slim, chiseled flesh. “I think I need to remind you of something.”

“W-What?” I manage to choke out while I’m lost in admiring every muscled line along his chest, arms, and torso. I’m salivating at the V line that teases me dangerously from his dark green boxers, allowing me to focus on his thick bulge.

Kenji takes that moment to tug on the black waistband of his boxers, pulling them down enough so they can drop effortlessly to his ankles, revealing his full naked frame to me.

I can’t fight the sigh of admiration that leaves me as I take it all in. From head to toe and back up again until I’m staring at his thick length that’s decorated in not one piercing but multiples.

Okay, I’m actually drooling.

“Today, I’m going to remind you, Astraea, that you are my world,” he vows, leaving my heart swollen with fluttering butterflies of happiness. “That’s why I waited until we’re in my oasis to fuck you the way I want to.”

“Your… oasis?” I whisper and watch as he strokes his cock that’s already dripping with precum. From how hard and veiny his cock is, matched with a tiny bump at the base of his length, I can tell it won’t be long before he’ll have to pull out.

That’s how turned on he is with me in this tiny pace.

“Yup. My peaceful oasis,” he reveals as he’s an inch from me. Guiding the head of his cock to my glistening folds, he enjoys the way I struggle with my tied wrists while I want to move just a bit more so his length can slide in. “This is the only place where I can shut my brain off.”

His admission has my attention now as I meet his eyes, watching the way he admires me. Not with just lust, but with a sense of wonderment you would witness between two long-lost lovers.

“When everything feels like it’s drowning, I come to the studio to silence it all. To bring me back to myself. To find that balance in this chaotic world,” he whispers as he glides his length along my folds while easing between my legs so he can bring his face close to mine. “A few hours of me and my thoughts. I write down all the mayhem and let it go. Drum out all the chaos until I’m so drenched in sweat and physically exhausted that I no longer want to do anything stupid.”

His forehead presses against mine, and he closes his eyes as if he needs a moment to just breathe and tame himself.

“All the studios have been packed for weeks now. It’s been making everything hard. Suffocating. To the point where I couldn’t figure a way out of the madness. I tried to ask for help… and it felt like I was discarded. Abandoned even. I made the decision that evening that if I couldn’t figure out a way to silence this crazed mind, I’d… just…” He struggles to even admit it.

“End it all?” I dare to say those dreadful words.

“Yeah?” He doesn’t sound sure. The smile that blossoms on his face makes him look so handsome and pure. “Then I met you.”

“Then you met me?” I repeat, realizing he’s referring to the night at the Meet-And-Greet. “That night… when you passed by the table to save the day.”

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