Page 175 of Knot Their Omega

“What are you going to do about it?” she prompts, leaving me no choice but to grin at her obvious challenge. She knows I wouldn’t dare back down.

Not when she’s begging to be fucked senseless.

“We should find out,” I suggest and enjoy the way she gasps a full octave higher because of my prompt move to slip my arms under her knees and lift her off the vanity.

I don’t give her a chance to even ask, my body moving with my instinctive need to fuck her hard and deep. It’s the few times I ever let my Alpha instincts kick in hard, consuming me in riding out this building wave of pleasure that will destroy us.

“Fuck, yes. Yes, yes, yes!” she coos in motivation, bracing herself as I fuck her hard and deep, managing to keep her suspended. I can’t even think about the fact this trailer isn’t soundproof in the slightest.

Truthfully, I can’t give two fucks because things are different now.

I have an Omega.

She’s mine to fuck whenever I please.

And I fucking need to fill her up far too bad.

“That’s it, Rebel. Gonna make you cum nice and quick, yes?”

“Yes! Fuck, fuck, faster. Harder!” She has me in a death grip with her arms around my neck, plastering herself against me. I grip her ass, my fingernails digging into her hot flesh as I keep my pace but make it so my thrusts are deep and quick.

I know we’re both going to reach our climax in seconds, and fuck, I brace myself for every bit of its blissful glory. I haven’t fucked like this ever. Never been able to be turned on so fast and reach my climax so swiftly.

I take a few seconds to embrace it and be fucking grateful for all of this.

How I expected my life to be over with this movement, yet I walked straight into the woman who would flip it upside down for the better.

Our moans and groans are as loud as the sounds of our heated connections. My cock is dripping with her slick, which makes gliding in and out of her such a breeze.

“That’s it, Rebel. Take every fucking thrust. You’re going to cum with me, yes? We’re going to ride out this wave together?”

“Yes! Please. Fuck… please, please, please!” she begs. “I want your knot, too. Pretty please.”

God, hearing her beg takes the common sense out of me, so how can I fucking refuse?Just the idea has that bulge forming at my base, desperate to be inside our Omega who’s begging for it. My brain is trying to convince me otherwise, but there’s no time to think when I’m on the borderline of my climax.

Fuck it.

“You’re going to take my knot like the champ you are, Rebel,” I praise and fight to take the few steps needed to land us on the couch. I cushion the drop, carrying her weight as if I’m about to do push-ups on all fours, but it only takes a second to reposition myself so I have my Rebel’s legs in the air, her body bent for me as I plunge into her as deeply as I can.

That’s all she needs to send her crying in ecstasy as her climax consumes her. I only need three solid thrusts before I sink myself in so my knot can slip in before it gets far too big.

“Holy fuck,” I curse. I’m not expecting the immense heat, slick, and pleasuring tightness that follows, my knot easing its way in to lock us in position.

I can’t think as my eyes roll back, and I enjoy the groaning waves of my climax that force me to remain still. The pleasure is unimaginable, and I can tell from the loud purr coming from Rebel that she’s on cloud nine in the euphoria department.

It’s crazy how her pussy stretches and accommodates so easily, the sensation so fucking unreal. The immense fullness hums through my body, down every limb, making me feel so rawand amazing. Make me feel like I’m not a missing puzzle piece, wishing to be found and placed where I belong,

This is where I belong, right here with this Omega who’s flipped my world for the better. Even as I’m coming down from my high, I adjust and slowly begin to build another pounding rush of desire.

Astraea doesn’t protest. Instead, those thick legs of hers wrap around my waist, forcing me to stay nice and close so every thrust is practically pounding close to the walls of her womb.

I don’t know why the idea of her potentially getting pregnant comes to my mind, but it doesn’t frighten me in the slightest. God, I’d take care of her and our kids. We’d be the family I always wished to have and nurture.

A blanket of protectiveness rushes through me, and I know this is the right decision—to leave Europe and the life I hoped would protect me from confronting the truth. I was forced to return to where I was meant to be all this while, and no longer would I be wasting valuable time hiding from who I was destined to be.

Destined to become.

“That’s it, my Rebel Princess. Look at how you’re taking my knot. That’s it, Astraea. Let’s ride one more wave of bliss, baby.”

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