Page 58 of Knot Their Opening Act

“Fucked us up.”

“Yeah. That. Did it really happen? The way it was reported?”

“No. No it didn’t. She wasn’t our scent match.” I clear my throat, not wanting to point out the utter proof of that right now, sitting beside me. “She was a really fun tour mate who turned into a bed mate who turned into the greatest actressI’veever known, at least. Pretended that she was in it for forever. We marked her. She seemed delirious in love. Her band put out that single that was at the top of the chart for that entire fucking next summer.”

“Oh yeah, the one with the ridiculous chorus. Lots oftra la lasthat I think were meant to be ironic but just came across as, well, a bit shit, really.” She almost gives a chuckle. Then she stops. “Oh.”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. We’re over her now. Just maybe some of us aren’t so much over the hurt and burned trust. Not to mention the shitty things the press said about us. Saying we discarded her.” He shakes his head. “Other way around.”

She seems to consider this. “That was, what, like six years ago?”

“Yep. But, honestly Jez, this is about you. I just wanted you to know none of us on a stage are immune to that bullshit. We’re a bit more used to letting it roll off our backs. Still leaves a mess, but you get good at moving on.” I pause a beat. “Can I help you get through another day of this?”

“And then I get my suppressants tomorrow,” she says, as though completing my thought. I smile.

“Will that end your heat right away?”

A shrug. “I don’t know. Hoping whatever doctor I see will be able to tell me for sure.” She starts to squirm in place on the bed, shifting her hips slightly from side to side.

She holds up a hand, palm facing me. “This—this isn’t who I am. I am not just an Omega in heat. I’m not even just a performer trying to write songs that connect people, even though that’s my dream. I’m afraid that letting any Alphas help me, gives them a power I’ll never get back.”

She shudders as if this admission alone somehow diminishes herself.

I shake my head. “I’ll tell you this for free, and you decide what next step you want. Our previous partner, which was quite some time ago as we discussed, had many male crew members, band members, friends following her from city to city. She was not loyal to us. She treated us like toys. And we allowed it.” I lean to the side, propping myself up with an elbow. “She tried to leech power fromus.Hell, I think she did. You—you owe us nothing, and we take nothing. I know about Thomas and Holden. Kai knows, too. You are our opening tour mate. In that way, you’re under our watch. We ask nothing in return. Not power, not control, not rights. This is because we know better, now. She taught us.”

She stares at me then tilts her head back, inhales slowly, and lets out a smiling sigh. “Okay, Mr Fiore. I accept your very gracious offer to help.”

With that, she pulls herself back against the cushioned headboard attached to the back of the bus, and slowly, inch by inch, she spreads her legs. That’s my cue.

I crawl toward her and take the hem of her shirt. “May I?”

“Let’s be quick. Sound check.”

“Oh, fuck, I forgot! Yours is first though. Maybe the guys can start ours while they wait.”

“If they’re smart, they will,” she says with a smirk.

“In that case.” I raise and lower my eyebrows at her, then give her a cheeky grin, and we’re off.

I lift her shirt from her body and the breast spillage over the top of her black bra stiffens my cock to granite. In seconds I have her bra off and I’m looking at the most fantastic, delicious pair of breasts I’ve ever seen.

I bury my face in her heavenly skin and inhale her scent. Even through my suppressants and the headache that’s been building steadily for days, I know this is the scent I want to be wrapped in forever. Dammit.

With my lips wrapped around one nipple and the other hand cupping her perfectly palm-sized breast, I pull down the shorts she’s changed into and her panties come with them. All soaked, of course.

“Shall I?” I saw, between mouthfuls of breast. She nods and that luscious blue hair falls into her face. She pushes it back and shudders, her body getting ready for the release it so badly needs.

“Right, well, I’ll do my best.”

I lower myself to her thighs, licking my way up their insides, first one, then the other. Then I pull her legs apart a bit more, and press my mouth to her glistening folds. She tastes so exquisite, of spring arriving, of the first buds on the trees. And as for buds, I find hers in seconds and lick her like an ice cream, sliding one finger in and out of her seam while I do this.

The mewling and whimpering sounds from her turn to groans of what sounds like agony. I want to ask if she’s okay but that means removing my tongue from her clit. Instead, I slide a second finger into her, in and out, reaching around in a hook until I find the spot that makes her scream my name. And by God, I nearly cum just from hearing that.

Her body rocks and waves as her orgasm ripples through it, flooding me with more slick. God, I want more than anything to give her my knot and watch her take it all in. I have to shake myself from this.

“Oh, Nico. That was so—so.” She heaves a breath and her magnificent breasts rise and fall like a hypnotic dream.

“Need another round?” I lick her off my lips, and she smiles in a state of bliss. It didn’t take long or much, that’s for sure. But from what I know of Omegas in heat, they could go about twenty rounds and not be fully satiated. And we don’t have that kind of time.

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