Page 53 of The Knotty Omega
How else do I explain the presence of the girl of my dreams smiling at me from the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her waist and the curve of her ass visible from under the barely there pajama shorts she’s wearing? Her blonde hair is piled high on her head and she looks like the picture of domestic bliss as she waves to me with a little spatula.
“Grilled cheese is my comfort food,” she explains sheepishly when I don’t say anything, too dumbstruck by the image in front of me to access the part of my brain that forms words.
Shaking myself out of my stupor, I grin and put my bag on the counter before coming up behind my omega and wrapping my arms around her waist. The smell of melting cheese makes my mouth water, but not as much as Cady’s delectable orange scent.
She hums as she leans back into me, and I find myself pressing kisses to her neck. “Guess what my comfort food is,” I rumble, nipping at her earlobe.
“Archie!” she gasps on a giggle, her ass wiggling against my crotch.
Then her words sink in. “Why do you need comfort food, blossom?” I murmur, resting my chin on her shoulder as she flips the sandwich in the pan. “Is everything okay?”
“I uh…I kind of mentioned this to Simon, but I’ve never had a real heat before,” she says quietly. “The first one I had, shortly after I…left my family, I went to a heat center and spent five days sedated.”
If I was an alpha, I’d be growling. The thought of my girl, alone and drugged up while her body begs for a release it will never get…fuck. My arms only tighten around her, letting her know that I’m here and listening.
“All that to say,” she clears her throat, flipping the sandwich again, “I’m just a bit nervous because I don’t really know what to expect."
“You know the guys will take care of you, right?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her neck, this one less sensual and more comforting.
She shivers all the same as she turns off the stove, and moves the grilled cheese to the plate that’s waiting on the counter. Turning around to face me and looping her arms around my neck, our chests pressing together as she brushes a gentle kiss to my lips. I don’t let her get away, instead chasing her mouth with mine and licking across the seam of her lips.
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to kissing Cady Jackman. Her addictive taste, the softness of her lips, her sweet little sigh when she opens herself up to me.
She pulls back all too soon, looking up at me with her almost turquoise eyes. “You will too, right?”
For once, my confidence shakes. I don’t have a knot, which is what she’ll need at the height of her heat. I also can’t bond her…which, even if she isn’t ready for it yet, she’ll most likely be begging for during her heat. Heats have a way of muddling the mind, and making everyone high off pheromones.
“Blossom, don’t you think you’ll want—”
“You,” she cuts me off with a fierce yank on my collar. “I’ll want you, Arch. I have dreamed of a life with you since the first time you flirted with me over the coffee maker. You are my perfect beta.” I search her eyes, looking for any hint of her placating me. “Do you know how much I both lovedandhated talking to you after I found out you had a pack? I loved it because, well, you’re you, but I hated it because every time I’d see you I’d want to do something ridiculous. Like...like...run my fingers through your hair.” Her words grow soft as she demonstrates by reaching up a hand and running a hand through my waves. “Or touch the little dimple on your left cheek you get when you smile.” That same hand moves to caress my cheek, her eyes rapt with attention as she follows her own movements, like she can’t quite believe she’s touching me. My breath catches in my throat and I swallow roughly. “Or just…” her hand trails down the side of my throat and grabs my skinny black tie around my neck, suddenly yanking it to her, “grabbing you and mauling you like a fucking feral omega. Plus, I've heard that what you lack in a knot you make up for in stamina and enthusiasm.”
A shocked laugh leaves me and my eyes dart from hers to her mouth, which is just a hairsbreadth from mine.
“A feral omega, huh?” I ask breathlessly, staring at her lips. “I could get behind that.”
“You could get behindme,” she murmurs, and I close the distance between us, stealing a soft, sipping kiss from her lips. She holds me close to her by my tie, and then she’s rubbing her stomach against the raging erection that’s pushing against my pants.
“Fuck, blossom,” I groan into her mouth. “Shit. Your sandwich.”
“I’ll make another one later.” She turns, leading me by the tie and dragging me into the living room. Before I know it, I’m pushed down onto the couch and straddled by my feral omega.
She attacks my neck with hungry kisses and I gasp out as my hips involuntarily buck against her. “I have a confession,” I choke out.
I’m not sure why this is the moment I’m choosing, but I know that she needs to know before we go any further.
She sits back, a small pout on her face as she frowns at me. “What is it, Arch?”
“Do you remember that pocket square you found outside your desk?”
She raises her brow at me. “Yeeees? We talked about this.”
“Do you remember how it disappeared after?”
“Yes—wait, how did you…?”
“I took it,” I wince, shutting my eyes. “And then Mattie found out what I did and jerked-me-off-with-it-because-it-had-both-your-scents!” The confession pours out of my throat and while I don’t think what we did waswrong…I still feel like she deserves to know.
Even if it paints me as a pocket-square humping deviant.
