Page 176 of Knot Their Omega

“Yes. Please,” she begs and coos. “Knot me, Nathaníel.”

That’s exactly what I do, thrusting deeply and rapidly until I feel that secure tightened that has us both crying out as we cum. Her outcry of bliss, matched with my roar of triumph, probably could be heard from who knows how far away, but I’m riding the waves of this orgasmic whirlwind.

That matched with the harmonic purrs leaving my Rebel leaves me in a hypnotic state of breathlessness. It’s hard to keep myself propped up, so I force myself to go on my side, moving Rebel with me until I’m somehow on my back and she’s plastered on top of me.

We’re dripping in sweat, fighting for breath, the cloud of ecstasy humming in our minds.

I don’t know how long we’ve been here for. Heck, I think I fell asleep for a hot ten minutes, but the light tap on the door catches my attention.

“Nathaníel.” I’m surprised it’s Kenji. “Production said we’re gonna need an extra half an hour. Something about a speaker not working. We got the pre-act doing crowd control, so make sure you’re ready soon.”

Thank fucking God…

“Think you can do me a favor?” I croak.

“Hmmmm. Depends.”

“Get me some boxers.”

“If I remember you correctly from two-plus years ago, you hate boxers in tight leather.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right,” I grumble, yet I can’t stop smiling.To think this fucker still remembers those times when we played at random clubs and had a wild time.“Today’s an exception.”

“Mhmm,” Kenji response. “Guess I’ll also bring the set of panties I took from Sweet Hummingbird.”

“Set you took from Hummingbird what?” I’m confused.

“I took Astraea’s pack of underwear from her bag. Figure she’d need it for later before the show,” he reveals. “Guess it was a smart move.”

“Fuck you,” I groan, realizing I should be thanking him because maybe we wouldn’t be all knotted and high if I hadn’t caught a whiff of her amazing aroma. “But bring that shit, too. Not letting anyone smell Rebel now.”

Kenji chuckles.

“You so owe me,” he concludes.

God knows I do. All those nerves and doubts are gone from my head, leaving me feeling ready to go on that stage and show the world the real me.

Show them the true Nathaníel Morelli of Blooming Salvation.

“I do,” I grunt. “Now, give me at least twenty minutes to calm the fuck down.”

“Fine, fine,” Kenji laughs. “Praise our Hummingbird and tell her we’re going to enjoy after this tour shit is done.”

“Sure,” I groan, hoping he’ll leave.

He laughs, but I hear his footsteps fade, allowing me to relax while I run my hands through Rebel’s locks.

“God, woman, you’re a seductress.”

“To you,” she mutters and moves her head to one side. “We’re going to be stuck here for a while, huh?”

“In a hurry?” I tease.

“Not really,” she whispers, and I see the way she’s eyeing me.

“See something you like?” I whisper.

“Hmmm. Maybe your neck… or your shoulder.”

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