Page 50 of The Knotty Omega
My words set something off in him, and a growl rips out of his chest before he captures my lips in a bruising kiss, his hips pistoning in and out of me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, matching his thrusts, and one of his arms wraps around my ass, holding it up as we move. The head of his cock drags along my insides, stoking the fire that’s slowly building within me, and before long, I’m so, so close. Instinctually, he can tell, and he changes the angle slightly so his knot repeatedly hits against my clit.
"Shit, sweetheart. Gonna knot you and bond you someday," he grits out, and for once the mention of a bond doesn't fill me with dread.
“Oh, fuck! Simon!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back.
“I’m…gonna…knot…now…” he grits out between thrusts, and I nod emphatically in agreement. Yes! Yes, knot me right fucking now.
On the next thrust, instead of pulling back, he keeps pushing, and there’s a brief flash of pain as the engorged ring of muscle at the bottom of his cock pushes through my opening, and settles in the area just inside me, specially designed to hold a knot. The pain instantly morphs into pleasure as he continues to rut into me, moving as much as he can now that he’s locked inside.
The movement brushes against nerve endings inside me that only omegas have, and I feel myself burst into flames, shatter into a million pieces, and dissolve into dust all at once. The orgasm that wracks my body is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, my vision going white and my nails digging deeper into Simon's back as he groans, spilling his own release inside of me, my name like a prayer on his lips.
By the time our orgasms fade, we’re both breathing heavily, sweat running down our bodies. Simon gently lowers my ass back to the bed, then rolls us so we’re on our sides, facing each other while our legs tangle together.
He presses a kiss to my lips, sighing as he pushes a piece of hair behind my ear. “You're more than anything I have ever dreamed of.” He says softly, and I grab his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm.
We lay like that for a while, staring into each others eyes, until we fall asleep, still locked together.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Somehow, Titus ends up driving me to my doctor's appointment two days later. It had made more sense for me to work from home instead of driving to the office and then driving to the appointment, so Reggie was happy as a clam in his new home, content to snuggle on my lap while I worked on the couch with my feet on the coffee table.
Since he was the only one home and he had deemed my car “unfit to drive”, he drove me, and I don’t know if I’ve ever had a more uncomfortable chauffeur. We haven’t really talked since he brought Reggie home on Monday, and I hadn’t thought it was intentional, but based on the silence in the car…maybe it was.
"So...do you know when my car will be ready?" I ask, my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt.
"No," he grunts. "There are a couple of things wrong with it and since it's an older car my guy has to wait for the parts to come in."
"Oh, okay."
Silence.
Desperate for something to focus on that's not the quiet air between us, I pull out my phone and send a text to Hannah.
I snort, and he shoots me a look, his eyes darting to my phone and then back up to my face, his face hard. Ignoring him, I read the next message I get from Hannah.
Before I can answer Hannah and drum up the courage to ask him what his problem is, we park at the doctor’s office and he’s sliding out of his seat, hurrying around the car to get my door.
Well, at least there’s that.
“Thank you,” I say quietly, taking his hand as he helps me out of the truck.
He merely grunts, and I internally roll my eyes. Titus is the only one I haven’t so much as kissed since I’ve been here. He had me sit on his lap during our movie day, but there haven’t been any other moves from him since then.
We walk into the doctor's office with his hand on the small of my back, the slight touch sending tingles through my body. Does henotfeel it?
“Hi,” I give the receptionist a tight smile. “I have a ten am appointment? My name is Cady Jackman.”
“Alright, Miss Jackman.” The receptionist, an older beta woman, smiles and hands me a tablet. “Go ahead and fill out this intake paperwork for me, and then we’ll get you to blood draw, then Doctor Mejia will see you.”
The tablet asks standard questions like last heat, use of suppressants and birth control. I can tell that Titus is trying to not peek at my answers and roll my eyes before tilting the tablet slightly towards him. It’s not like I have anything to hide.
“You’ve been on heat suppressants for nearly ten years?” He hisses, and I shrug.
“Pack-averse, remember? I didn’t feel like suffering alone.” His jaw works but he has nothing to say to that. Ten minutes later, I’ve had my blood drawn and we’re being led into the examination room to wait for Doctor Mejia. The medical assistant asked if I’d rather meet with her alone, but honestly I feel a bit better having Titus with me.
“Heat suppressants fuck with you system.” He states after the door closes behind us and I’m settled on the examination table.
