Page 162 of Knot Their Omega

“Not to me. I’m going to blackmail the others whenever they act up and try to steal my time with you,” he vows. I’m positive he’ll do it, too. “But we’re totally fucking tonight.”

“We need to shower now,” I groan. “We’re both smelly!”

“Not to me,” he teases. “You always smell divine, but I’m biased.”

“Ugh! Favoritism!”

“For my Omega, of course,” he hums, sounding like he’s in a really good mood. “We’re going to the other showers.”

“Why?”

“Because no one comes to those until the night shift, so I can enjoy having my knot deep inside you and feel no need to rush afterward,” he reveals. “Plus, there’s a jacuzzi. Can waddle there.”

“Waddle! You’re insane! What are you imagining in that thick head of yours?!”

“Fucking your naked self for hours,” he reveals.

“We… we have stuff to do.”

“Yeah,” he admits. “Each other. Anything else can wait.”

“Icarus!”

“I can’t hear you,” he sings, the tone so deep, yet at the perfect tone that sends goosebumps through me.

“Holy shit,” I curse and pause in beating his back. “Sing that again.”

“Nah.”

“Icarus!”

“You’re being so noisy,” he complains as he uses his feet to open whatever door we’re in front of. I can tell the moment we enter that it’s the sauna with how steamy hot it is.

He doesn’t hesitate to lower me to the wooden bench before he takes a step back to admire me.

“The sauna?” I question, but I’m quickly getting distracted by how he’s already tugging at his black shorts, pulling them down to his ankles with ease.

“No point in showering if we’re gonna get sweaty again,” he reveals with a devilish smirk that has my whole body tingling with desire. “Good after an intense workout.”

“Bullshit,” I mutter, but I’m more focused on his cock. “Either you’re going to go sit down or move out of my way so I can relax.”

“You can relax,” he assures me, yet he’s prowling my way. “I won’t be blocking your view, either.”

“And why is that?” I ask him as I lean back as he towers over me. “You’re blocking my view, Icarus.”

“My apologies, Omega.” There’s that deep rumble of his, but I see that cunning twinkle in his eye as he begins to kneel. I watch the movement, shivering at the way his hands lay upon my knees and spread my legs wide open.

My pussy is fluttering with excitement, just like my core that’s quaking.

“There,” he groans. “Not in the way, yes?”

I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks, but I don’t want to be defiant with him.

Not when I can get what my body is begging for.

“Yes,” I end up whispering.

“Then relax,” he coos, positioning between my legs while his eyes never leave mine. That seductive gaze assures me that I’m about to go on a pleasurable ride. “Let your Alpha take care of you.”

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