Page 42 of Knot Their Opening Act

This Omega is my match. She must beourmatch. And while that means Fable on Fire is in a world of trouble—and maybe Jez Jacobs, too—right now, my tongue between her lower lips, siphoning this nectar, is exactly where it was created to be.

Before I know it both of her knees are raised around my face, my eyes closed so all I can see and focus on before me is the scent of her, the taste of this wild, beautiful Omega, this one I have waited to know. She is the tropical paradise I’ve longed for.

She rocks her hips up toward me and I drink every drop I can. I don’t want to waste a single taste.

“Holden,” she whimpers, her voice so small in its mewling purr. I would protect anyone that says my name in such a pleading, pure, intense tone from now until eternity.

I rear back and slide my cock inside her slit, thumb resting on her clit. “Is this what you wanted, baby?”

She raises her hips and ass as I lower inside deeper, deeper, right up to my knot, and we find a frenzied rhythm quickly.

It’s like we’ve done this together a thousand times. It feels so right, burying myself inside her, her high-pitched moans, her fingers grasping for me as she throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut.

And when her body begins to shudder and her back arches as far as it will go, I slowly ease us both down and let her ride the current of her orgasm until she’s back on the floor, eyes fluttering open.

They blink once, twice, then turn to look at me. And she smiles, her pink-jewel lips raised in genuine joy. No shields between us, no defenses thrown up.

But true to her earlier demands, she’s soon ready for more.

She sits up and takes my rock-hard cock between her tiny hands again and begins to stroke it. Slowly at first, and then soon makes it drip with pre-cum again.

Within breaths, my knot begins to swell up. It’s not at full size immediately, but her eyes watch as it grows, and she glances up at my face.

I haven’t shot my load yet because this is her need, her heat—but I’m certainly happy to if she’s asking.

I lick my lips and incline my head, and this seems to be all it takes. Jez flips over on all fours, reaching forward like a feline and with one hand behind her, guides me to her still-soaked slit from behind.

“Knot. Please. Holden,” she purrs, rocking forward on her hands and knees.

Her glorious, beautiful, perfect, peach-like ass is right before me. Ripe for the entrance.

Jesus, what did I do to deservethis?

With her long aqua hair cascading around her shoulders, the sight before me is too good to ever let go. I try to etch it in my memory, but my cock isn’t wanting to wait.

Kneeling behind her, I reach around and cup one breast as we rock together, our bodies melding into one form. I kiss the soft skin on her shoulder as we move in sync, and lick it, taste it, and place my teeth against it, wanting to bite down so badly, I have to tell myself to back the fuck off.

When I feel my knot reach full size, I lean my lips toward her ear. “Are you ready for my knot, Jesamine Jacobs?”

She nods her head vigorously but I have to ask. “You sure? I want to be sure. It’s somewhat—oversized, is all.”

She ducks her head down as if trying to get a good view from between her legs. I assist in this by pressing my cock lower, my hand at the base of the inflated knot. We continue to rock and I can tell when she’s seen it when her shoulders stiffen and her elbows lock. She rocks faster, and bobs her head up and down again.

“Beautiful,” I whisper. “Let’s do this.”

I slip back inside the heavenly folds of her slit, sliding right in like I belong there for forever. And as my knot pounds up against her entrance time and again, my heart rams against my ribcage with complete, bewildered joy.

“Okay, here it comes, baby.” With Jez still on all fours before me and my hips crashing into her tight ass over and over, I wait until she’s as relaxed as I guess she’s going to be and dive in all the way up to the hilt.

My knot opens her wider than I imagine she’s probably ever been before. She bucks back against me and a high-pitched moan rips through her body and out of her throat. And then as I pull back out, my load releases at last, all over her perfect ass, thighs and calves.

“Oh,GOD,” Jez cries out, and she collapses down onto her forearms. “Fuck me, oh my God.”

As she continues to make outrageously loud exclamations about the size of my knot, the biggest fucking smile you could imagine has cemented itself on my face. I fold in beside her, the breath shuddering out of me and my arms slipping around her chest, holding us together as our gasps for air crash together.

When our breathing calms down and I sense she’s gone into a deep sleep, the heat finally wearing down for the time being, I pull one of the blankets around her.

I can’t—won’t—leave her like this. I cuddle up behind her, trying to tuck my protesting dick away so she can just rest. But I can’t bear to leave her side. She’s my Omega—our Omega, really. I’m certain. So I will stay, because that’s my duty. To protect, to serve, to stand by her.

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