Page 123 of Knot All is Forgiven

"She's not very chatty like this, is she?" Simon whispers, leaning close to me.

"Guess not." I take Jordan's hand, pulling her out of the nest and walking her through her room to the bathroom. Her tub is massive and can easily fit an Alpha or two in there with her. Once the water is full and the temperature just cool enough to soothe her heated flesh, I pick Jordan up and lower her in, dropping a massive bath bomb shaped like a sleeping bear in the water.

As I turn to leave, she grabs my hand. "Join me, Alpha."

"You're in a heat spike, Jordan. I can get Icarus."

"Don't you want me?" she whispers sadly.

Dropping to my knees beside the tub, I grab her chin. "Of course I want you. I have always wanted you. But I want you, Jordan, to want me. I don't want just heat spike or lust-drunk Jordan to want me."

Her eyes are wide and sad as she stares up at me. "I am so tired of fighting, Rafe." Jordan's soft voice may as well be a bomb with the way it detonates in my ears. "How do I know if I'm fighting for the sake of it? Why can't I tell if I should forgive you yet?"

"I don't know, but Jordan, I don't want to force it. I hurt you – end of story. I don't get to decide when you forgive me. I have to show you every day that I will never hurt you again." I lean forward, my chest pressing against the wet side of the tub and my forehead resting on hers. "You are woven into my soul, Jordan Cross. I will spend the rest of my life showing you how precious you are to me."

"Show me now, Alpha."

"Omega," I groan, my control slipping. "I can't."

"I'm lucid, Rafe. The bath has cooled me off. I want you to join me. Please. Don't make me beg." Her eyes are clear, and the soft haze I noticed in the car is gone.

Nodding slowly, I stand and remove my clothes, giving her ample time to stop me. She doesn't. She drinks in the sight of me, eyes traveling across my body and lingering on my cock as it hangs thick and heavy between my legs. It's been hard since we left Omegamart, but I have no intention of relieving that ache anytime soon.

"Sit up," I murmur, sliding behind her and settling into the water. I gather her in my arms and pull her back against my chest, her slick skin sliding against mine as we settle. She wiggles against my cock, and I growl, leaning down to bite her softly on the shoulder. "Be good, Omega."

"Don't wanna," she whines, wiggling again.

I slide my hand down her stomach, resting it on her mound and pushing against it with gentle pressure. "Be good, Omega," I repeat. "I'll give you what you need."

"I need your cock."

My laugh echoes around the room as I tickle my fingers across her flesh, dipping them into her slit every few passes. "You want my cock. You need to come."

She bites her lip, and her head falls back against my shoulder as my fingers dance up and down her slick cunt. A needy whine escapes her when the tip of my index finger lands on her clit, and I stroke it with feather-light touches.

"Shh, Omega, I got you," I whisper as her eyes drift closed. "I'll give you what you need, okay?" She nods lazily as I continue to circle her sensitive flesh. Her breath picks up the pace with the more attention I give that little nub. I shush her again as I slowly push a finger inside her. "Here you go. Is that what you needed,baby?" I drag my finger in and out of her at a languid pace, and her breathing calms again, her body pliant in my hands.

Our lips fuse together in a languid, lazy kiss as I pump my finger into her slowly. I stretch her with a second finger, my other hand drifting under the water to stroke her clit in time with the gentle thrust of my hand. "Rafe," she moans quietly, pulling her lips from mine. "It feels so good. But I'm so sleepy."

Chuckling, I pick up the pace just a little. "I know you are. Next time, you can sleep while I play. Would you like that?" She clenches around my fingers and moans, her body answering the question before she does.

"Please," she pleads. "I want that."

"Whatever you want is yours," I promise, meaning it. She tilts her head back, and I capture her lips again, licking across the seam of her mouth before she opens for me. As my tongue tangles with hers, I give more attention to her clit and curl my fingers to hit that rough patch of flesh that my knot is made to press against.

Her hips grind against my cock, and I groan into her mouth. Determined to get a reaction out of me, she continues moving and sliding her flesh against me. As good as it feels, this isn't about me, and I don't want it to be.

She asked me to show her how precious she is to me, and I will not let my cock get in the way of that.

"Still, Omega," I growl, pulling my hands away from her core and gripping her hips. "Do you want to come?"

"Yes, please," she pleads. "I need to."

"Then let me work, yes?" I nip the flesh below her ear, wondering if this is where she'll let me bite her one day or if she'll want another spot. She listens to me and stills her body, allowing me to continue working over her flesh.

Two fingers pump gently in and out of her, curling up at the second knuckle as I drag them out. I slowly circle her clit withthe other hand. It's not long before I feel her body tense and her breathing picks up. "Are you ready, baby?" I whisper in her ear.

She makes a humming sound of affirmation, and I increase the pressure on her clit. "You're going to let go for me, okay? I want you to let all of the tension leave your body at once. I want you to clear your mind of anything that isn't my fingers. Do you understand, Omega?"

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