Page 59 of Knot All is Forgiven

I suck on my teeth, taking a moment to take stock of my body and the headspace I am in. Icarus' hands gently run down my bound arms to my shoulders, rubbing them to make sure the positioning is comfortable. After a moment, I catch his eye.

"I didn't need my safe word," I say quietly. "I don't want you to think you pushed past a boundary. A lot of it is a reflex, I think."

"Thank you for being honest with me." He plants a kiss on my forehead. "So then, where is your boundary?"

"You actually like to tickle?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "It's not about liking to tickle. When I tickle you, your hypothalamus lights up," he taps me between my eyes, "and tells your body you're in pain and need to run."

"Okay…" I say slowly. "Is this you just showing off your medical knowledge?"

He chuckles and pops the side of my thigh. "No, Omega, it's not. Think of something else in the bedroom that may tell your body you need to run because of the pain?"

When the realization hits me, I feel like an idiot. "It's like spanking."

"It's like spanking." His eyes sparkle with amusement. "Yes or no, Omega?"

My stomach swoops, and I squeeze my thighs tightly together. "Yes, Alpha."

"Tell me your safe words, please," he says as he climbs back on the bed, straddling my thighs.

"Red for stop, yellow for back off, green for it's all good." Sometimes, it can feel like overkill, the constant reiteration of my safe words and the checking of boundaries, but this is what makes the difference between potentially dangerous and abusive sex and the good, healthy, kinky stuff.

It is just one more thing that proves to me how lucky I am in the Alpha department because Icarus finds consent just as sexy as I do.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he's on me, lips pressed against mine in a bruising kiss as one of his hands tickles across my lower lips. My eyes roll back with pleasure as he drags slick from my entrance up to my clit, circling it and applying just enough pressure to make me groan.

Instinctively, I try to reach to grab his body, but the restraints stop my hands, and I throw my head back in frustration. He chuckles against my lips before sitting up and peering down at me. He's lazily drifting his fingers over my cunt as he searches my face for something.

"Look at you," he says with reverence. "You are fucking stunning, Jordan. Panting with need, restrained and left bare for me to ravage." He dips his head and nips my neck before retreating again. "And you're mine, Omega." Two of his fingers drive inside me, making me gasp and writhe against him. The other hand drifts down my side, fingertips lightly tickling my flesh.

"Your pleasure belongs to me." He punctuates his sentence with a curl of his fingers. "Your pain is mine." The drifting hand becomes more pointed, fingertips digging in and increasing the pressure of the tickle.

Closing my eyes allows me to focus on the conflicting sensations and finally feel what Icarus told me about. The combination of the two is making my head feel that same fuzz and lightness I get when he spanks me but without the stinging pain.

Sometimes, I want that pain. But not always.

As his hands work in tandem, one curling inside me and grinding on my clit and then the other digging into the flesh of my hip and side, my squeals morph to moans of pleasure, which eventually evolve into low, breathy pants and groans as I fall deeper into the space my brain goes when it knows I'm safe and that my Alpha has me.

"There we go," he murmurs, slipping a third finger inside me. My eyes have long since closed, my hips pushing up towards him for more. The tickling stops, but I hardly notice because I am floating in pleasure. "Someone found subspace." His voice is soft as his breath feathers across my ear, a sharp contrast to the firm way he presses down on my clit.

I barely register the sound of rustling clothes before his fingers are replaced by his cock as he slowly glides into me. I gasp out a moan, and he covers my lips with his. "Shh, my love," he says between kisses. "I've got you. It's time to let go."

As if his words are all the permission I need, the stress of the day, of everything to do with Pack Stargazer, melts away from me and is replaced with a beautiful static.

I am hyper-aware of every drag and thrust of his hips, of the way his lips worship my throat. Pleasure spirals up my spine and leaves me gasping, fighting against the restraints on my arms as my body aches to touch and caress Icarus. He snakes his handbetween us and rolls my clit between two fingers as he continues to rut into me. Hot lips trace his bite mark, and then he sinks his teeth down on top of it, and I gasp, pleasure whiting out my vision as an orgasm rushes through me.

I clench around Vick and feel the pulsing throb of his cock as he loses himself within me with a groan. He pulls out before he can knot me, and I whine.

"Shush, my love," he chuckles, leaning forward and untying the rope that is securing my bound arms to the headboard. "I didn't want to lock into you and not be able to give you proper aftercare. You can have my knot later."

I can't form words. It's like white noise in my head, a television left on a station that no longer exists. But there isn't anything I think I'd want to say.

I watch through hooded eyes as he gently unties the restraints around my arms, dropping the rope on the floor and taking time to rub each arm to help restore blood flow. When satisfied, he gathers me into his arms and rests his back against the headboard, placing me on his lap and pushing my head under his chin.

Icarus may be talking to me. I'm not sure.

After an indiscernible amount of time, my brain reboots, and I feel myself rise out of that compliant space. I look up into the adoring eyes of my Alpha. Vick's face is relaxed, his smile soft, as he brushes hair from my face. "Hello, my love."

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