Page 42 of Knot All is Forgiven

I shrug, brushing my hair off my heated forehead. "Not that kind. But I don't know what you're into, so I felt I needed to clarify…"

"Not into that, you can rest assured."

"Good, we're in agreement. Other than those, I don't like rope work on my breasts, and if I'm gagged, I don't want it with clothes or anything. Proper, firm gags only. Double tap on the thigh when gagged, or my mouth is otherwise occupied." I point to the three-drawer end table he put his phone on top of. "My toys are there. I've got ball, fishhook, spider, and o-ring gags, plugs, rope, vibrators…"

"Fucking hell, sunshine," Icarus sputters. "I'm not sure I'm going to survive you."

"Oh, are you a bottom?" I struggle to hide my curiosity. I prefer to bottom mostly, but topping every once in a while could be fun.

He shakes his head. "Sorry to disappoint, but no. Is that an issue?"

"Nah, no issue at all." A painful cramp hits me, and I double over, groaning through the pain. "But if I don't get some of your Alpha pheromones in a minute, there will be an issue."

I don't wait for an invitation. I shove Icarus into a lying position as I slide off his lap and grab his cock in one hand before lapping at the tip. "That's all the time for negotiations I got, Alpha," I mumble around his head. "You're about tolose practical Jordan for good. Speak now, or let the heat overwhelm."

His voice is strangled and thick as he attempts to speak while my mouth slides down his shaft. "You're sure about bonding?"

When I pull off his cock my mouth 'pops' loudly. I lock onto those rich emerald green eyes of his, urging him to read the sincerity in my gaze. "Completely, Alpha."

Icarus nods, getting all the confirmation he needs, before reclining back on his elbows. His cock juts up and out from where my fist loosely grips it. "Then don't let me stop you, Omega."

I don't need any additional guidance as I slip him into my throat in one movement, swallowing around the intrusion as he grips the back of my head and holds me there, my nose pressed into the dark hairs on his pelvis. I gag around him, convinced I'm going to run out of air before he lets me go.

But it feelsgoodto be at his mercy. To know how much control he has over me. It feels so good that the Omega that's been hiding in me preens, happy to know that our Alpha is in control and will take care of us. It has me diving back down, sucking down his length again and hoping he holds me there, wondering how I can communicate to him that that's what I want. I want him to take my breath away, to be in such control of me that he's responsible for the air in my lungs.

We go on like this for several rotations of sucking, holding, and releasing before Icarus gently grabs me by the neck, his fingers pressed up against my jaw.

Safe choking. Hot.

He shoves me off of him and onto my back, lording over me and blocking out the light behind him. At this angle, he looks like his namesake, eclipsing the sun. But I won't let him fall to earth.

A searing kiss has his fingers flexing into my soft flesh and me whining around his mouth. His knee kicks up between my legs,pressing against my hot, bare center, and I immediately grind down on it for stimulation.

"Oh, look how wet and needy you are," he purrs, pressing his knee harder, giving me that friction I'm aching for. "Maybe I'll make you take what you want before I give you anything. How does that sound?"

My brain is working, but it appears the wires that send signals to my mouth have been cut because I can't get the words out to tell him that it sounds like blissful torture. Instead, I ride his leg, panting and moaning as I chase the orgasm he seems dead set on denying me.

"Yes, I like that. Come on my leg, and then I'll consider touching you. I want you to soak yourself before I slide into you, stretch that sweet little cunt out, and fill you with my knot. I want you a slick and needy mess, begging for me, living for me," he tightens his fingers around my throat lightly, "breathingfor me. You'll do that, won't you, sunshine? You'll be a good girl and do whatever your Alpha wants so you can get this knot, won't you?"

His words, his aura, and his dominance roll through me, and it takes only seconds before I lose myself in an orgasm that makes me feel like my brain is going to explode. I've never felt anything like this before, and that's without him even trying. Is this because I'm with him or because I'm in heat?

I suppose that distinction doesn't matter because fuck that was great.

"Alpha," I whine, "please? Knot. Please. Bite, knot, rut, Alpha."

His eyes flash with deviance. "Rut, you say?" He chuckles as he lowers his face to mine, our noses touching. "You don't know what you're asking for, sunshine."

I growl. How dare my Alpha deny me what is mine! I grab his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Bite. Rut. Knot."

"You think you're in charge?" He shakes his head. "Come now, Omega, you know better."

"Rule… one." Why is it so difficult to force out words that aren't the three that are dancing nonstop in my brain?

Bite. Rut. Knot.

Knot. Bite. Rut.

Order doesn't matter. I need all three.

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