Page 29 of Knot Our Omega

I knew that. I did, but something in me didn't care. As much as I wanted to respect her, I also wanted her to watch and see what her soft, perfect body did to an alpha like me. How a single glimpse, a tiny taste, had me losing all control. The sight of her drove me mad and fuck, touching her, tasting her, being inside of her... I might not survive.

"She tasted so fucking good tonight," I grunted low as I stroked a little more.

I told myself I would stop after one more stroke down. It was a lie. The moment my fingers brushed against the ball of my base, I knew for certain I wouldn't be able to stop.I'm a fucking alpha and I've lost all fucking control.

I bit my lip as the pleasure coursed through me, my chest rising in quick pants. And before I could think to say anything else to my delta, he reached over the omega, his hand rubbing against my length as he encircled it with his fingers. My head turned toward him so fast I felt my muscle strain. Our eyes locked, and instead of shame like I should feel at his touch, I felt desire when the fire in my eyes paired with the fire in his.

"She's driving us all crazy," he admitted, his voice hoarse as his hands moved up to my tip and stroked back down, his gripfirm and fucking hell, I'd never thought of my delta touching me this way, never looked at him in any other way but my best friend, but I'd be lying to myself if I said his palm stroking my cock wasn't the best touch I'd ever felt.

Would it feel this good when our omega's hand slid over my shaft too?

I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing as I let my head fall back to the blankets before I tilted my head back and pushed my hips forward, straining against him. Fuck, I knew I should stop. Knew I'd never be able to look him in the eye tomorrow if I let this continue, but I was weak when it came to my unit, easily folding to any whim they desired, and if Felix desired me in this moment, I couldn't fucking say no.

We worked together in unison, my hips shifting up as his palm slid down, bringing me closer to the euphoria I knew was close. Blood pounded in my ears, the roar of its flow the only thing I could hear as I crept closer to eruption at my friend’s hand. Every gulp of air was infused with my omega, and my alpha roared his approval, begging me to wake her up and take her. He didn't mind Felix's touch on our skin; he only regretted his omega wasn't there too.

My spine began to tingle, pleasure raced through me, and I jolted my hips forward, my mouth open on a low moan as I reached down, attempting to push Felix's hand away. He wouldn't let up, refused to release my body from his grasp. My voice was gruff when I begged, "I-I can't hold off, Felix. Move."

"No." He disobeyed me, not caring that I was his alpha.

The bulb of my cock grew and pulsed, and before I could say more, before I could pry his fingers off my dick, I was spilling my seed, letting it seep out of my tip and spurt over his hand. My mouth parted in silent pleasure as my eyes rolled back. My whole body tingled; fire had erupted through every cell, and myvision completely blacked out until the last of my seed was spent against his skin.

The only sound in the room was my labored breathing as I fought to regain composure. When my breathing leveled and I could take in air, I willed myself to tilt my head, to face my delta after what just happened. I met his eyes, thankful he didn't shy away, even when I wanted to. "I…"

I didn't know what to say. We'd not done something like this before, but I couldn’t say I disliked it. In fact, even when I knew it was wrong, I very much liked my delta's hand against my skin in the most intimate of ways. As if he could hear my thoughts, he stroked my softening cock a few more times, causing sparks to light inside of me, forcing me to flinch at the unbearable sensitivity.

I hissed, and he released me, bringing his hand over our omega and to his blankets, where he used one as a towel. When most of my seed was wiped from his fingers, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean, humming his enjoyment before breaking the silence. "Get some sleep, Alpha. Our omega will be in heat any time, and we'll need our energy."

Then he closed his eyes, dismissing me as if he was the superior in our unit. I fought the anger for that, when in truth, I was thankful. I didn't know what I would say to him, how I would address what just happened between us with the rest of our unit sleeping so close. So I followed his orders and closed my eyes, letting my body ease into relaxation and sleep take me.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SYDNEY

I couldn't concentrate on the task Luka gave me today. I tried, I really did. But my body felt like fire; every single thing sent pinpricks radiating through me. It started this morning, when I inhaled my first deep breath of air as I opened my eyes, and my senses were struck with the overwhelming scent of my alpha. I knew my nest would take on their scents more when they were inside, but this scent... it was different. It drew something out of me from deep within, and I wanted to fight against it, but I knew I'd never win.

I wanted my alpha. Hell, I wanted my beta and delta too.

Something inside of me snapped the moment I recovered from the pleasure he gifted me. When he wrung every last drop of pleasure from my body, I could do nothing but slump against them, until I finally let sleep tear me into the darkness. But now, now that I'd recovered and had the greatest night’s sleep, all I could think about was them. And when we could do whatever that was again. Because I wanted to do it again, on repeat.

I shuffled the papers Luka gave me to organize, letting the words blur together as I looked upon the pages. I couldn't do this. I didn't want to, at least not today. I rose, stretching, before I asked Luka, "Do you think Alfie could take me home?"

"You want to leave?" His brows pinched together as he pushed away from the keyboard. "Alone?"

"Well, maybe not alone. He could stay if he wants. I just- I think I want to be home."

His eyes remained hard, but he reached for the phone. After dialing, he demanded, "Take Sydney home." There was a pause before he spoke again. "Her request."

He hung up the phone, but he looked on edge. "I can stay if it's a problem," I offered.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Not at all. How could I when my skin was too tight and my body too hot and my mind kept floating back to the feeling of his mouth against the apex of my thighs? "I'm fine. I'm just tired."

"Did we keep you up?"

I'd never slept so well in my life. "No. It's nothing like that."

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Good, because I liked sleeping close to my unit. If you'd allow us to do it again, I-we would appreciate it."

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