Page 42 of Knot Their Omega

“Can I have a taste, Astraea?” I’m practically pleading as my eyes meet hers. Her face further flushes with shyness, but that spark in her eyes ignites with desire.

She spreads her legs slightly, giving me encouragement to do what my mind is begging for, but it’s not enough for me.

“I want to hear that sweet voice of yours, Rae.”

Give me permission to enjoy your magnificent taste.

“Y-Yes,” she gives me consent and watches as I slowly part her legs while maintaining eye contact. The intensity between us couldn’t be more fierce, but when I finally pull my eyes away to see her glistening pussy, I can feel the tension further spike.

God, she’s dripping for me.

I don’t even dare delay—the maddening desire to lick her up overrides any sense of reasoning. Her hitched gasp follows with a drawled moan of relief as my tongue licks along her folds before dipping in.

I revel in her taste, groaning and slurping her up like the richest-tasting juices I’ve ever devoured. Her whimpering andquivering encourage me to continue. To keep taunting her so she grows wetter for me.It doesn’t take long to find a good rhythm with my tongue, thrusting in and out of her at a pace she encourages with breathy moans.

“That’s so good,” she breathes in praise. “More. Please, Alpha.”

Just hearing her panting optimism encourages me to dive deeper into her pussy. I work her up, meeting the lifts of her hips as I build her up. I sense it won’t take long until she’s screaming in ecstasy, especially with all the buildup between us.

“Yes, deep like that.” She’s in her own world of lust as she rides, practically grinding against my face with her slick-covered pussy. She’s chasing her orgasm, inching closer and closer to it from her erratic breaths and moans.

I’m in for the ride, enjoying every second of it.

An Alpha who doesn’t like eating pussy is a coward.

“Fuck,” she curses, and I can tell she’s so close to the edge. I don’t mind helping her out as she quickens the pace, giving that final push she needs before a final deep thrust sends her into a whimpering frenzy of pleasure.

I catch a glimpse of her as she comes undone—the way her back arches so those perky breasts of hers further arch, those hard nipples that are so tempting to suck. The detailing of her abs becomes more visible from how her core clenches and pulses. The flush of her flesh accents the first beads of sweat that descend upon her pale skin.

Those parted lips let out the perfect mewls of relief as she breathes heavily while quivering in place.

So fucking beautiful.

I try not to get distracted because I can’t possibly move until I’ve lapped up her release. I suck, lick, and enjoy how she tries to squirm but doesn’t get far with how I’m gripping her thighs and further spreading her legs.

“I-Icarus,” she warns as if she’s on the verge of another orgasm. Maybe she is, but that only encourages me until her legs easily wrap around my shoulders, keeping me locked in place until she’s gripping the sheets beneath us and crying out in bliss.

“Ah!” Her whole body quivers uncontrollably as she rides her climax. I take every droplet of her cum, enjoying every second of it. My groan of relief is as loud as her exhale as she comes down from her high.

This is just the beginning, too.

Giving her a minute to catch her breath, I work my way back up until I’m hovering above her and laying tender kisses on her neck, shoulders, and those swollen yet soft lips.

She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around my neck, pulling me down into a heated kiss that will send us spiraling into a frenzy of lust all over again. Her hands run through my hair, messing up whatever was left of the seamless style that projected a form of professional sophistication for that event.

The thought of no more useless meet-up events makes me quietly chuckle against her lips.

“What?” She pants and takes the initiative to lightly tug on my bottom lip. I like these tidbits of dominance she enjoys showing me. The need to lay a kiss on me or suck my neck when we’re catching our breaths.

She likes to take the lead from time to time.

It makes me want to expand her desire to explore her dominance in the bedroom.

“No more fucking meets,” I whisper with so much relief, it’s noticeable to her, just like her realization and joy reflect in her gaze.

“You’re right,” she whispers. “Fuck… no more government bullshit.”

“You hate those forced meetings, too?”

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