Page 173 of Knot Their Omega

“Hey,” I finally answer, realizing I’m standing there like a deer in headlights.

My slowed response rats me out. Rebel slips into the room and closes the door behind her. When she walks to me, I’m fighting to hold back a growl.

She smells too good. Just the idea of someone else getting a whiff of her makes a boiling rage run through me.

“You look like you want to eat me,” she notes when she reaches me.

“I’d love to,” I taunt and can’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping her cheek with my right hand. I notice her flesh is a bit warm, leaving me to frown before I press my hand to her forehead. “You’re extremely warm, Rebel.”

“Probably supposed to be on my Heat,” she notes with a slight shrug. “Normally feels like this. It doesn’t last for long. A day or two, then I’m back to my usual self.”

“What happens when you’re like this?” It’s a bit of a distraction as I feel this need to protect her from any Alpha who’s around. I hook my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.

She seems a bit relieved by my touch, her gaze lifting so she can keep looking into my eyes.

“Just gets really hot. Sometimes a bit overstimulated, but I don’t think it’ll get bad until tomorrow,” she confesses. “We should be focusing on you, though.”

“Nah,” I dismiss, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t want you feeling overwhelmed and hot. What does my Rebel need, hmm?”

“Uh… I… don’t know?” My poor Omega looks so confused as her face becomes flushed. “I’ve never experienced this with a pack before. I normally just lock myself in my rooms and work through it. Take naps when I feel too exhausted. That’s really it.”

“You’ve tried fucking through it?” I end up offering, which sounds stupid, but I recall many Omegas I used to tattoo would have to do that, to tame these heat flashing moments when they’re on these Heat control patches.

“No,” she admits quietly, though she’s eyeing me a certain way.Almost seductively.“Never been with a pack through it.”

“Mhmm,” I whisper, taking her chin in my grasp so she can’t pull away when I glide in to place a tender kiss on her lips. “Maybe I should give you a taste?”

“You have a concert, Mr. Morelli,” she reminds me, but when I suck on her bottom lip, she can’t stop the whimpering moan that lights my insides. “Nathaníel.”

“You can’t be moaning my name like that, Rebel,” I growl and have her pressed against the dressing vanity far too fast. My knee snuggles between her legs, making it impossible for her to try to press them together when that scent of arousal drifts into the air. “Fuck. My Rebel’s already wet for me?”

“Y-Yes,” she admits with that quivering voice. “But… the show’s going to start.”

“Then we shouldn’t take long,” I offer, unable to control myself. Maybe all those nerves were getting to my head, andhaving a brief outlet will do me some good. Make me feel like I don’t need to run for the hills and feel like some sort of fraud. “Does my Rebel want to enjoy a quick one with me?”

“Your knot, though,” she whispers, which is so damn considerate of her.

“You can massage it out for me, Rebel,” I reassure her while my hands are moving along her net stockings. Her leather skirt can be easily dismissed with a lift, but these stockings may be tricky. “Think my cock can fit in one of these stocking holes?”

She thinks about it, even though I feel she’s a bit hazy with need. I bet her Omega instincts are driving her as wild as my Alpha ones, but I’m still trying to resist the pull.

While my Rebel is submitting to it.

“Doesn’t have to,” she purrs, making me growl without holding back. I’m already pressed against her, our lips brushing while her hands press against my bare chest. I should have put a shirt on, but God, I’m glad I didn’t because I love the feel are her warm hands caressing me. “There’s a generous space in the middle.”

“Generous, but not sure it’s big enough for my hard cock, Rebel,” I groan against her lips, sucking her bottom lip and teasing her with a slight nip. She moans and kisses me hard, making me act on this dominating need to take over. She submits with a whimpering gasp.

I take full control of our heated kiss, fumbling with my belt, desperate to free my cock, which is bulging against the tight leather pants. I’m not wearing boxers because they’re a pain to wear with these skinny leather jeans, but fuck.

I’ll be carrying a boner all night if Rebel still smells like this when I’m through with her.

When I finally release myself, I groan in relief as the slightly chilled air makes me well aware of the precum pooling at the tip.I lean forward while I let go of my cock so I can reach between Astraea’s legs and pull on the side of her panties.

Only there are none…

“Was my Rebel going to be among the crowd with no panties on?” I ask, noticing the hint of anger in my voice. I’m not necessarily angry with her. It’s hard to differentiate and explain, but I like this rebellious side of her and despise the idea of another Alpha smelling her wet pussy, which is only for our pack.

Our nostrils only…

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