Page 48 of The Knotty Omega
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“How did you find this place?” I ask on a gasp, stepping away from the bike that’s parked on a massive overlook. Looking out over the edge I see the entire city laid out before me, twinkling lights and cars moving along highways.
It’s breathtaking.
“On one of my rides when I first got my bike,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist as we both look out onto the city below.
It’s like looking out at a shimmering sea of lights, and I find myself wanting to stay up here forever. “How long ago was that?”
“Hmmm, probably about five years ago, when I was still in the residency program.” He tucks his nose into my neck and inhales deeply, sending a shiver through me. “I was driving home one day, and saw some bikes parked outside of a dealership. Took a test drive, then did some research and got my own.”
A small laugh leaves me. “A very Simon way to go about getting a vehicle many see as a death trap.”
He chuckles, low and soft, the sound making my toes curl. We stand in silence for a moment longer, just staring out at the world below us.
“Tell me something about you, Cady. Something real.” He murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
Something real? It’s only been a few days, but I already feel like I’ve known this pack forever. It’s hard to remember that they don’t already know everything there is to know about me.
“I’ve suppressed my omega nature for so long, I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore,” I whisper into the wind as Simon’s arms tighten around my middle. “I hate the sound plastic wrap makes when it’s crumpled up. I love to eat pickles with peanut butter. Sometimes, when I would write my articles, I would close my eyes and pretend I had a pack,” my voice has lowered to a whisper, “and somehow, I think I imagined the five of you.”
Suddenly, I’m whirled around to face him, and he grips my face in his hands, his hazel eyes searching mine. “And I think,” I say softly, my eyes darting down to his mouth for just a second as my tongue wets my bottom lip. “I think I’m half in love with all of you already.”
His mouth is on mine in an instant, his lips soft and testing. I open for him, running my tongue along the seam of his lips, the hint of coffee and hazelnut making me whimper. He groans into my mouth as he accepts me, his tongue tangling with mine in an instant. One of his hands grips the back of my neck while the other one wraps around my waist, holding me to him. The hard bulge of his erection presses against my stomach, making my panties slick with need, but he doesn’t grind, doesn’t push into me, doesn’t try to do anything about it.
This man. I said half in love, and I don’t know if this is just the scent match talking, but I might be full-blown, heart bursting in love with him. My sweet, sensitive, and caring Alpha.
My hands fumble between us, reaching for his belt. I need to taste him.
“Sweetheart, wait—” he gasps, pulling away from me.
“What is it?” I ask, breathing hard from our kiss.
“I just…I don’t…” He cuts himself off, like he’s not sure what to say, and his face slowly starts to turn red.
Fuck. I pushed him too far. I just assumed he would want to do…thiswith me. I didn’t even ask.
“I’m sorry,” I say quietly, feeling like an ass I withdraw my hands. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
A shocked laugh leaves him and he catches my hands, taking them in his. “God, no, Cady. I…it’s embarrassing. That’s all. I’ve never…” He trails off, looking sheepish.
My brows shoot up. “Received a blowjob?”
He nods, swallowing roughly. “Any of it. I’m a literal thirty-one year old virgin. Never had time to pursue any relationships when I was a teen, and then it just felt…unimportant. Now that I’ve met you though…” he trails off, looking at me with heated eyes.
“Now that you’ve met me?” I ask, waiting with baited breath.
“Now that I’ve met you,” he inhales deeply, no doubt catching a huge whiff of my arousal. “I don’t need the bike to feel like I’m letting go. Being here, with you, is more freeing than a hundred bike rides could ever be. I want to be with you. I just…needed you to know the whole truth first.”
“I admit,” I say, getting on my tiptoes and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Knowing I’ll be the only girl you ever sleep with is doing major things to my ego.”
He laughs and kisses me breathless. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“Only if it doesn't bother you that this is going to be my first blowjob.” I grin at him before dropping to my knees. He doesn’t stop me this time as I undo his belt and unbutton his pants. I bit my lip as I lower his boxers enough to pop his throbbing dick out. It’s slightly curved up, thick with veins running up the shaft. His knot is already half inflated and there’s a perfect bead of precum at the tip. I follow my instincts, darting my tongue out to lick it off.
Fucking hazelnut and coffee and musk and salt.
A shudder runs through his body at the brief contact, and I take that as an invitation to pop the whole head into my mouth. He groans, and I run my tongue on the underside of his shaft, taking all I can I fit into my mouth, nearly to the knot. I quickly look up at him, meeting his eyes as he looks down at me and runs a reverent hand over my cheek. His pupils are blown, and his chest is already heaving.
