Page 41 of Knot All is Forgiven

"When you come through that door, you better be prepared to mark me."

My nest was prettymuch already set up how I liked it, leaving me little to do while I waited for Icarus.

The clothes I'm wearing start to feel tight and rough, like a sandpaper corset, so I strip down. When dreaming about what my first heat would be like, I would picture sexy lingerie that barely covers my bits getting shredded by powerful Alphas in a cloud of a nest.

And while this isn't what I pictured, it's exactly what I want.

I lay in the middle of the nest, blankets and pillows spread around it, including the insanely soft pink one Icarus got me.It's when I'm wrapped up in these blankets, rubbing them on my heated face, that Icarus returns.

"Can I come into your nest now, Omega?"

I pull the blanket down, my head popping out from beneath it, and smile at my Alpha. He's still in just his boxers, his hands on his bare hips as he looks at me with amusement. His phone is plugged in and on a small white table in the corner. He notices me looking at it.

"No telling how long we'll be here, so I texted Lanie from your phone that you won't be in for a bit, and I told the Clinic not to expect me. Oh, and grocery delivery will send a text when they drop the stuff off at the door." He's rambling, looking around awkwardly, unsure what to do with his hands and body.

"Have you never taken part of a heat, Vick?" I ask softly.

"No, I haven't. I haven't dated Omegas, and it's not like I can join a heat service as a solo Alpha." He looks embarrassed, but I wish he wouldn't. I like that my first heat is his as well.

"Well, Alpha, there are three rules during a heat." I sit up on my knees, holding my hands on my thighs. "The first rule is I get your knot as often as I want."

He chuckles, leaning against the room's wall and crossing his arms. "Understood."

"The second is that you have to bite me, mark me as yours."

A low groan rumbles in his throat as his pupils widen. "That is a promise, sunshine." He stalks towards the edge of my nest, a predator with eyes locked on his prey.

"Ah ah ah, hold up," I tell him, holding my hand out. "There's one more rule."

He tries to hide his frustration as he stops moving and crosses his arms defiantly across his bare chest. "And that is?"

"No clothes in the nest, Alpha." I wave my hand at the boxers he still has on, feeling the cramping of my core as I imagine what's underneath them. "Take them off."

It's seconds later that he has them removed without ceremony, and I'm staring at my gorgeous Alpha in all of his naked glory. His body possesses a quiet strength, with lean, corded muscles that hint towards a natural fitness that doesn't take much effort to maintain.

Dark hair covers his lower stomach, despite the dishwater blonde it is on his head, and leads my eyes directly to his cock. It's swollen, the tip red and glistening with arousal for me. My mouth dries out as I stare at it, wishing he was closer, wishing I had my lips wrapped around it, longing to taste him, to swallow him down to…

"Woah, easy there, sunshine," he chuckles.

In my heat-addled state, I've crawled to the edge of the nest where he still stands, and I've wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, pulling him towards me.

"Why aren't you in the nest?" I whine, not wanting to crawl out despite how much I want to taste him.

"You didn't even give me a chance!" he laughs, gently unwrapping my fingers from his length and stepping down into the cushioned area. "There, c'mere," he coos, pulling me onto his lap as he sits down. He traces his fingers up my jaw before leaning in and kissing me sweetly, softly.

I meet his energy but quickly surpass it, needing more stimulation and urgency. I nip his lower lip, careful not to break the skin, and he chuckles into my mouth. "Eager, aren't you?"

"My heat is sixteen years overdue. Of course, I'm eager," I grumble. "I want your cock, Alpha."

He grabs my chin, fingers biting into the skin, and turns my face side to side, looking for something. As if my eyes asked the question, he tells me, "I'm checking to see how lucid you are. You're still pretty clear. Before you fall fully into it, we need to discuss boundaries."

I'm not a stranger to kinky sex. I know what I like and what I'm willing to try. "I've got a full questionnaire I'll send you after, but I like the stoplight system for safewords."

"Red stop, yellow ease up, green is good?" he clarifies.

"Yes. Hard limits are blood and knife play, watersports, excrement-"

"Fuck, what kind of sex have you been having?" he asks with a choked laugh.

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