Page 58 of Knot Happening

Glass stretches about fifteen feet high over the ledge, preventing any falls. He leads me over to the edge, even though my knees tremble, and I take smaller and smaller steps the closer we get.

“I’ve got you, Tatum. You’re safe,” he murmurs against my hair. The area against the wall is lined with cushioned seating like in a restaurant booth. Logically, I know he’s right, but I’m still petrified. “Kneel,” he growls against my skin, and I suck in a sharp breath.

I look up at him over my shoulder, and he nods to the cushions.

I tremble as he releases me, and I kneel on the edge of the bench. It’s soft under my knees, and as I look down at the city, my heart rate soars. I have never been so scared, while being soturned on, in my life. Maybe I’m crazy, but I also believe Declan when he says he’s got me.

“Lift your dress.”

Leaning with my chest against the back cushion, I reach back with both hands, gripping the hem of my dress and lift it until my ass is exposed to him. From this position, he can also see my dripping pussy.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I whisper, looking back at him.

“It’s against the rules.” He nods his agreement, as he steps behind me, caressing the globes of my ass with his warm hands. “Fuck the rules.”

Declan drops to his knees, hands gripping my thighs and pulls me closer to him, making my back arch.

He licks me like a feral Alpha starved, devouring me from behind as he plunges his tongue into my center. I cry out, slamming my palm against the glass and pushing back into him. He’s making obscene noises as he eats me out, and I’m moaning his name over and over.

I come hard, embarrassingly fast. I expect him to pull away, but instead he lets out a primal growl, making slick gush all over his tongue. He thrusts two fingers inside me roughly, pumping them fast, stroking my g-spot as he licks and sucks my clit.

“Declan, fuck… Fuck, it’s too much! Fuck…” I let out a long moan, the pleasure making my entire body tingle, as my core tightens and tenses once again. The second orgasm is even more intense, and I start begging him to knot me. “Bite me Alpha, claim me… Fuck me with your fat knot…”

The slap against my ass cheek snaps me out of the orgasmic haze, and I shudder. Thank fuck, he’s thinking more clearly than I am. Wild Omega instincts making me say things I shouldn’t.

When my thighs stop trembling, and my pussy stops pulsing and clenching around his fingers, he pulls back, then adjusts mydress so it’s back over my ass. I’m shaking and panting and still seeing stars.

Declan helps me to my feet, pulls me against him, and kisses me. My slick is on his lips and chin. The taste of me on his tongue does dirty things to my system, and I moan.

“So that wasn’t very professional of you, was it, boss?” I can’t help but tease him, enjoying the way he smiles down at me.

“Not at all. Worth it though.”

“Is this why you brought me up here? To eat me out while I shake with terror?” I chuckle, clinging to him just a little more tightly.

“Absolutely. But I also thought I could cook for you.” He leads me away from the ledge, and back in the direction of the elevator. He turns the corner, though, and beneath the covered area is an outdoor kitchen.

“Why is this on a hotel rooftop? How do you have access?”

“I know the owner. He’s a friend. Don’t worry, no one will know what we’ve gotten up to out here,” he teases. “Here, sit.” I watch him, as he moves around the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. I take mine with shaking hands.

“Thanks.” I take several sips as Declan starts pulling things out of the small fridge. I giggle. “When you said cook, I was imagining dinner.” His scent is still strong in the air, his desire clear, but he’s not doing anything about the hardness still bulging in his pants.

“I have many skills. Cooking dinner is more my brother's thing.” He gives me the sexiest half smirk, before turning his attention back to the cutting board. “But it’s hard to fuck up bacon and eggs.”

“I see. Hopefully, that's true. I’m famished after…” I blush, looking up at him through my lashes. “What about you? Or is that my dessert?”

“Don’t tease, Omega,” Declan growls, and I wrinkle my nose.

“So you can eat me out, but I can’t…blow you?” I ask, losing some of my nerve at the last second.

“Don’t overanalyze it. I’m going to take the memory of your breathy moans, and the feel of your pussy clenching my fingers, home with me and use it to jerk off an obscene amount.”

“Hardly fair, only one of us got a taste,” I murmur, and he stops slicing the bacon to watch me.

“You’re a menace,” he finally grumbles.

Chapter Twenty-Four

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