Page 24 of Knot Our Omega

Then another.

A third—this time opening my mouth just a little.

And when his tongue ran lightly along my lip, I found myself at a crossroads. Either lean into it and accept everything he was offering, or pull back and take it slow. I wasn’t sure there was a middle road. At least not if he kept making me feel this good.

But honestly, I still didn’t know how any of this would work.

He wasn’t my only mate. And I didn’t want to mess things up. So I pulled back.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“No, don’t be sorry,” he said gently. “I like kissing you.”

“But what about the others? Will they be mad?” I refused to do anything that would upset them. They were all so special to me, each in his own way.

“No. They might be jealous, though—might wish they were the ones kissing you—but they wouldn’t be mad. We know you’re ours.” There’d been no hesitation to his answer.

“I-I’ve never done anything like this.” It was so embarrassing to talk about, even with him, but he needed to know.

“You mean sleeping in the same bed as a man?”

I shook my head. “I mean, yes, that’s new too, but I meant…”

“Having mates?”

I shook my head again.

He lifted my chin to meet his gaze. “What do you mean, Rumor? Because I don’t want to keep guessing wrong. And it feels important.”

“I’ve never been kissed before,” I admitted quietly. “Never...any of this.”

“Is this what you want? Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yeah.” More than anything. I was already longing to lean back in and taste his lips.

“Then I want you to touch me. Hold me. But that’s all I’m ready for. Is that okay?”

His smile softened. “That is a gift. You gave me your kiss. How could I ever think that was less than okay?”

I sealed my lips to his again, this time a little braver, letting his tongue explore my mouth, letting mine explore his. My hands ran along the muscles of his shoulders and down his back.

I was feeling things I’d never felt before.

Places where I’d never felt anything before were suddenly alive.

And this pulse, this ache, this wetness…this need for more.

I was so glad I’d set boundaries before we started—because now, the lines were blurring, and it would be so easy to sink into something I might regret later. Not because it was him but because I hadn’t really thought it all through yet.

And just when I thought things couldn’t get any hotter—

His hand slipped down the front of my pajamas.

And, oh my Goddess—

They got a whole lot hotter.

I’d never thought for a moment that fingers could feel this way, stroking gently but firmly, finding just the spot that sent me flying. Growing up, most shifters are aware of sexual things, are not discouraged from exploration. But not in our family. At least, not me. Even though I didn’t present as omega until eighteen, I’d never been alone with a male in any sort of intimate situation.

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