Page 155 of Knot All is Forgiven

She whines softly, rubbing against my body in a way that has the sequins of her dress catching on my shirt. "Rafe…"

"What, we have time, don't we?" I peek over her shoulder at the clock, noting the time. "The awards ceremony doesn't start for another hour."

"But traffic," she says softly, running her hands up my body. Her protest is weak. I know she has been dreading this event for the past month, and I think if I told her I would whisk her away and let her stay home, she'd take it immediately.

But the least I can do is calm my worried Omega down.

I push her backward gently until the back of knees hit the brown leather couch in the corner of my office, and she sits swiftly. I kneel before her, pushing her dress up her thighs.

"Maybe I can give you a little preemptive reward, huh? Just something to tide you over until after the ceremony." She looks down at me with blown pupils, chewing her lip. Slowly, her legs part, knees falling farther apart in welcome.

Her tart mango scent swirls around me as her pheromones increase with her desire, and I dance my fingers up her thighs.

"I wonder, are you wearing panties, Omega?" She scoots her ass closer to the edge of the couch, giving me access to trace my fingers over her bare pussy. "Oh, you naughty little thing."

She's wet with slick, and my fingers easily slip inside her, rubbing her upper wall slowly. She groans in pleasure and falls back, almost flat, so I can push her dress past her ass to bunch around her stomach.

"Put your feet on my shoulders, Jordy, and let me take care of you." My girl is such a good listener, giving me space and leverage to circle her clit with the point of my tongue.

I lap up her delicious flavor, two fingers pumping slowly out of her as my tongue lavishes her clit with attention. She thrashes under me, uncaring about the sounds she makes.

We're the only ones in the office on a Saturday, anyway.

When I suck her clit between my teeth and lightly bite down, she clenches around me and releases a long, low moan as her slick drenches my hand.

"There we go," I say, sliding my fingers out of her and licking them clean. "Do you feel better?"

"I feel… relaxed," she says, sitting up slowly. "Thanks, Alpha."

I help her to her feet, straightening her dress and wrapping her arm in mine. "My pleasure."

When we arrive at the hotel, the others are all waiting for us outside the ballroom. "You guys are late," Cyrus growls.

"We're fine," I say, dismissing his attitude. I'm sure he can smell the slick that's living on her thighs, so it's clear why we were late. But I won't feel bad about helping my Omega relax before a big night.

"Let's get our seats," Icarus says, taking her arm and leading her in.

Simon hangs back, grabbing the hand that was recently in Jordan and interlocking our fingers. He pulls our clasped hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of mine, subtly taking a sniff. "Naughty," he whispers, flicking his tongue over one of my fingers. "I see you had fun without me."

"Ah, just a little. I fully expect you to join us when we're done here, Slime."

The green-haired Alpha's eyes heat, and he leans over and nips at my earlobe. "I believe it's my turn on top."

We settle into our seats for a surprisingly tasty dinner. Eventually, everything settles down, and the awards ceremony starts.

Every year, Lunarcrest City recognizes local business owners with the Lunar Award. It's partly bragging rights, but it also comes with a lot of clout.

"And this year's honoree for the category of Best Omega Run Business is Jordan Knight of Knightmare Advertising and Public Relations," the mayor, a round man with white hair, says, holding up the crescent moon-shaped crystal trophy.

Jordan's jaw drops, and she looks around, confused. She was nervous but happy just to be nominated, but I don't think she ever thought she'd win.

We all knew she would, and no one cheers louder than us when she walks on stage to accept the award. Her speech is short, mainly just thanking us and her clients, and when she gets back to the table and collapses next to me, I pull her into my lap and purr softly.

Ghosting my lips are her ears, I whisper, "I'm so proud of you, Jordy. So so proud."

Cyrus

I sneak up behindmy Omega as she leans over the counter, lost in her phone. When I grab her around the hips and pull her flush against my body, she squeals and tries to wiggle out of my grip.

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