Page 177 of Knot Their Omega

I further grin, understanding what she wants to do.

“Want to mark me up, Rebel?”

“What are you going to do if I do?”

“Well, I have to perform first,” I insist on the obvious. “But after that, I think we should do a little celebration afterward by flaunting our very obvious marks.”

“The news will run with it for weeks,” she whines, but it’s not stopping her from trying to reach my neck, though it’s impossible with us locked in. “I can’t reach.” She pouts.

It’s the most adorable thing.

“Chest,” I decide. “You can choose your preference of the right or left pec. Just not exactly on my nipple, Rebel.” She gives me a look, so I add, “I’m sensitive.”

“Liar,” she huffs, but her lips curl into a smile before she trails her tongue along my nipple, making me groan.

“Rebel,” I warn.

“I’ll be good.” Her tongue trails along the middle part of my pec. The idea of having a mark right there and visible whenever I take my shirt off is going to make my ego take a rocket trip soaring upward.

“Mark me up, Rebel,” I encourage, feeling the way she sucks hard before I try not to flinch at the way her teeth nibble into my flesh. It feels weird, yet it ignites a wave of energy I can’t describe, as if my senses have clicked into the right places, solidifying a connection I didn’t realize craved to be complete.

I groan with a sense of relief and happiness while my hand trails down her back.

“My Omega,” I praise. “You can’t wait for the world to know you’re ours, huh?”

“Mhmm,” she responds, clearly focused on finalizing this mark, which makes me smirk.

I enjoy this dominant nature of hers. It’s something I can’t wait for us to expand with the others.

During her Heat with us, we’ll have to play around.

“Twenty minutes of snuggling time, then it’s show time,” I encourage as I stroke my hand through her hair. “Ready for the best concert you’ll ever experience, Rebel?”

“Ready,” she agrees while resting her head on my chest. “But it’ll be one of the many best concerts ever cause I’m coming to every single one.”

The joy my heart feels at her words and confidence has me smiling from ear to ear as I briefly close my eyes.

It’s time for the world to hear me roar.

The Blooming Truth Leads To Salvation

~NATHANÍEL~

“BLOOMING NATION!!!!!!”

The screams echo through the starry night sky, so loud that I feel as if my ears will pop. I’m fighting hard to compose myself, not to get emotional when we’ve yet to sing a song,but wow.

Nothing prepares you for this moment.

The stage lights blaze, casting various shades of blue, purple, pink, and white until the beams of color come together and shift into the perfect shade of cream that is cast over me.

The crowd’s deafening roar dims as a sea of faces stretching as far as my eyes can see magnifies how real this moment is.This isn’t just a dream.My heart is beating rapidly against my chest, racing with adrenaline and joy as I gaze at the fans who’ve listened to my voice for years and will finally have a face that represents that voice.

Not my brother, but me.

“Thank you all for being here tonight,” I call out. I don’t hide the emotion that hums through my voice. “I can’t express how much this means to me. How much your presence means to my band, Blooming Salvation.”

The crowd cheers in glee while the spotlight moves to acknowledge the members standing on the stage—Kenji at the drums, Kai holding the electric guitar before a mic, and, surprisingly enough, Icarus at the keys.

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