Page 72 of Knot Their Opening Act

I bite my lip then inhale. Here we go.

“We had an Omega. You may remember Kitestring. Her name was Nyah, their bassist. When we toured together, she joined our pack, and we were all in love with her. Not a scent match, but real love, we thought, anyhow. She left the second tour ended, off to the next band, not a care in the world or a backward glance, just a, ‘That was fun, boys, thanks for the good times.’ Literally left us like that. Come to find out it had more or less been a dare. To see if she could bag all of us, get us to mark her. She’s an anti-packer. And she wanted to break us.”

“And she did,” Jez says quietly, her eyes keeping mine locked in. They fill with a sorrow and am empathy, her long lashes damp and blinking, but her gaze never leaving mine.

I do not deserve this.

“Communication is always the reason for any breakdown, any stumble that I’ve ever known in my life,” Jez says softly. “And now you’ve shared this. And I can share my experience—my ex, I don’t think, was an actual Alpha. I’ve been giving it thought. I felt like I couldn’t handle a pack if all Alphas were like him. But you’re not. And I don’t think he was one to begin with.”

I want to tell her it was Tristan who told us about her, but now doesn’t feel like the time. Besides, given what she’s just said, she probably knows anyhow.

Soon, her lips are on mine, opening wide to me. She rolls me onto my back, stronger than she looks. The light of London’s early morning outside slips in through the blinds even more, now, and as she pulls my boxers off and my cock springs up before her unwavering gaze, the hunger in my belly to spread my seed inside her lurches forward.

“You don’t need to do that right now,” I say, “as much as I want that, I want to make you feel good first. Always.”

Will there be an always?

She stares at me as I now roll her onto her back gently, and she nods, with a smile and a bite of those luscious cherry lips. Her blue hair fans out around her like a siren of the deep who’s won her prey at last. But it’s the other way around, I’m sure. I’m the one who dared to dream this beauty would call to me, and invite me anywhere near her.

I lift her hips up and pull her shorts and panties off, sending the soaked wad of clothes to the floor. She pulls the t-shirt from her bare skin, and her full breasts swell under my gaze, her rose-colored nipples tight and hard in the air. My hands reach down for them, pinching and teasing them gently, drawing her quickened breath and gasps out like notes in a song.

And then I bury my mouth in that warm, inviting pussy, and slip my tongue inside to taste her for the very first time. The explosion of her first orgasm a second later is all the invitation I need. I hear the shower run in the bathroom and know the guys are awake. We are a pack, and we should serve her body together, but this moment—this is mine. She’s given it to me, and that’s the only reason I feel free to accept it.

I lift her hips higher as I lean back and pull them to my cock, sliding in between those pink, swollen folds as her body still bucks with the coursing orgasm. And before that first orgasm ends I slip one thumb to her clit, working it in gentle circles as I continue to press deeper into her.

I slip inside her up to my knot and feel my balls slap gently against her ass as she props her upper body up by the elbows, head thrown back against the pillow.

“Fuck me, Kai Hartley. Fill me with your knot. I want to feel it … all of it, inside me.”

Her musical murmur nearly pulls me over the edge, this rut so bright and sharp in my mind like a star about to explode.

“Are you ready? I’ve been in a rut for twenty-four hours and this might go quick, and it might seem like—a lot.”

She looks up at me for a moment, then grins, maybe nervously, and nods. “I’ve dreamed of this for a long time. Even when I hated you, I wanted you, dammit. Fuck me, Kai.”

With that, I grip her ass in my hands, like two gorgeous peaches, and jerk her body toward mine. My cock slams into her over, and over, and over, as she cries out, not holding back, saying my name until all I hear is her angel voice singing like a heavenly chorus.

My knot’s swollen as large as I’ve ever seen it, and finally, I whisper roughly, “Here it comes, baby, are you ready?”

“I’m ready. Give me your knot,” she pants, sweat rolling down her temples, her hair now matted against the bed. Our bodies are so wet it feels like we’re in the sea as we slam together, and on the next thrust, I shove my entire cock inside her.

I feel my knot wrench her opening apart as it buries itself in as deep as it can go, my cock ready to burst. And then I let go at last.

My seed jets out inside and I continue to circle her clit with one thumb until she shudders in my aftermath, her own orgasm just seconds later.

I move to pull out but she throws up an arm, guiding me down to the bed beside her. We twist together so we’re both on our sides now, facing each other again. My knot’s still lodged in her thighs, and it’s very slow to deflate.

Fucking hell, that was everything.

“Kai Hartley, I do believe you are every bit as miraculous in a rut as you are on the stage.”

“You’re the only stage I want to be on,” I say. “And if that’s cheesy as hell, I don’t care.”

I kiss her mouth and she presses into me. We both feel my knot begin to relax, and all the muscles inside her that have squeezed the life out of my dick are also taking a moment to climb down from that high.

I run a hand through her silky waves and say, “Jesamine Jacobs, will you be our Omega?”

“I’ll do better than that. I’ll open for you any night you wish to perform, Kai Hartley.”

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