Page 41 of Knot Their Omega

“You better not regret giving me permission, Pretty Omega,” I breathe and lean back enough so I’m sitting on my knees.

Admiring her flushed, naked body.

I don’t remember when I peeled her clothes off, but now that I get to admire her all bare, I’m breathless because damn…

She’s more than just pretty.

“You are fucking beautiful, Astraea.” I mean every word as I take in every inch of her. How her skin glows with a flush and hints of golden light from the fireplace as the flames continue to illuminate the tiny space.

“Y-You really think so?” Her cheeks only get redder while she seems to question herself. “Not too bulky or muscular?”

I growl at the mere idea of her thinking she’s inadequate.I’m sure it has something to do with her going to the gym and Alphas mocking her for it.

That’s going to change today.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” I emphasize each word. “An Omega who takes the initiative to take care of her physique without being forced is an Omega who knows her worth and is confident in it.”

I lean over again until my hands are next to the sides of her head, allowing me to hover above her. Our shared look is so intense, and I know my little Omega is craving my words of validation.

My praise that will give her a reminder of her worthiness.

“You’re not bulky. Your curves are everything an Alpha wishes to hug and enjoy, but they’re all coward bastards who follow what’s trending like 99% of our society.” I’m not lying. It’s the ultimate truth.We both know it.I can see her agreement in those lustful eyes. “We’re that 1% who dares to move outside the world’s boundaries and expectations. We’re the ones who defy and leave them craving to be like us. To be bold and unapologetic.”

My hand reaches up to her neck and begins to trail down her body, inch by inch. I can see how my touch is driving her wild, the way my trailing hand leaves her shivering and craving for more.

“You don’t grasp the envy they carry for people like us. How their driven motivation to bring us down with their words of humiliation and insults attempt to feel the void they run from inside themselves.” Kissing the crook of her neck leaves her moaning for more. “You’re a stunning beauty who deserves to be reminded again and again. Not by fake people with an agenda, but from a man who sees and acknowledges true delicacy.”

I can see the way my words make their way through her. The way her tense muscles further relax and the negative ideologies trying to distract her from being present flicker away.

Laying more kisses along her shoulder, I trace back to her lips, leaving us kissing passionately until our lungs beg for oxygen. It’s so easy to get lost in this cycle of passion and desire, and it’s even harder to try to finish what needs to be said.

“So, if you ever need a reminder, I’m here to deliver that to you whenever you need verbal or physical reassurance,” Iwhisper against her flesh, getting high off her scent, which grows in intensity.My words of affirmation encouraging the heightened perfume.”Understood, Rae?”

Her smile is one thing, but the way she meets my gaze, our faces inches away from one another, feels more vulnerable than I’ve experienced with anyone.Heck, I’ve never delved into this territory in my life with anyone.

“Understood,” she whispers and leans so our noses brush. It encourages me to press my forehead against hers, the touch validating the promises we’ve made tonight. “Meaning you’re not poofing away in the morning.”

“Oh, trust me, Pretty Omega,” I begin and lightly kiss her lips. “You’re going to get annoyed with my obsession with you.” Another kiss leaves her moaning into my mouth. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” she pants when we break yet another kiss that leaves my body feeling far too hot. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”

Yes, my Pretty Omega.

She doesn’t need to say it twice. Pressing her into the sheets, I consume her mouth like a lifeline. It’s sweet torture to be so patient because my cock has been throbbing and hard throughout this entire conversation, but I’m confident that conversation gave us a platform to stand upon in regard to this spontaneous connection.

This relationship that will blossom into something sensational.

Falling into rhythm with my Alpha instincts, I trail down her body, leaving kisses and hickeys while praising Astraea’s beauty. She’s a true stunner, especially naked. Those curves she gets self-conscious about are unwarranted because it’s so fucking attractive.

I wish more Omegas knew real men love curves. Whether thick or slim, I adore a woman who strives to take care of herselfto her standards and not pleasing the world that fights day and night to shame them.

My need to lay a mark on her flesh becomes a knowledge the closer I go to that pulsing Nile between her legs. The scent of her slick is giving me palpitations, my desire to pace things being overridden by my instinctive need to appease my Omega’s needs.

“Are you wet for me, Pretty Omega?” My voice is unrecognizable, so deep with hunger. It’s as though I’ve been starved for months.No years.”I’ve been bad for making you wait.”

Her moans grow from the way I trail kiss along her thighs. She tries to squirm from me, as though she doesn’t want me to see just how soaked she is.

We’re going to find out.

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