Page 56 of The Knotty Omega

She sighs, turning to get off the seat now that her arm is properly wrapped. She presses a sweet kiss to my cheek. “Thank you Ollie, I can’t wait to see when it’s all healed. You ready for a late dinner?”

My Tink is still in her head, unsure of herself. So I do what any reasonable, self-respecting tattoo artist would do. I lead her to a nearby adjustable reclining tattoo bed, where I sit and recline all the way back so I’m staring at the ceiling.

“What are you doing?” She asks, walking around to the head of the seat, peering down at me.

“Getting ready for my late dinner,” I give her a feral grin and reach behind me, hooking my arms around her thighs and pulling her towards me.

You can’t possibly—”

“Oh, I fucking can, Tink. It’s my shop, my rules. The door is locked, the blinds are drawn, and I plan on eating my fill of orange creamsicle tonight. Sit on my face, baby.”

“You’ll suffocate—”

I cut her off by yanking her down, and she’s caught by surprise enough that her crotch lands right on my face. She lets out a little mewling sound when I dig my nose into the fabric of her panties, inhaling deeply. A groan rumbles in my chest at her scent, and I lick her sweet center through the material.

She lurches forward, her hands bracing on my thighs as I push her underwear to the side and run my tongue through her folds.

Fucking orange creamsicle.

“Fuck yeah. Ride my face, baby. Use me.”

She moans, and then she starts moving her hips. My fingers dig into her thighs as I pull her further down onto me, needing the taste of her slick more than I need to breathe.

Tink grinds down on to my tongue, moaning and keening as she finds her rhythm, and fuck am I here for it. There’s nothing hotter than my omega taking what she needs, freshly marked by me tattooing her.

My cock is straining hard against the fabric of my jeans, and when I feel her fumbling with my belt while still trying to keep her rhythm, my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.

A muffled shout leaves me as she swallows me down to the knot immediately, my hips jerking involuntarily. The feel of her hot, wet, mouth on me has my tongue moving faster, more desperate to feed into her pleasure. She bobs up and down on my shaft, taking all of me before pulling back and sucking on my head.

Her sucking becomes more frantic as her hips stutter their movement, and she holds me in the back of her throat like a fucking pro while her thighs clench around my head, slick gushing out of her like a damn waterfall. When the final wave of her orgasm recedes, I gently lift her hips, making her mouth pop off of me. “Time to ride the other head, baby.”

She giggles and backs off my face. I move my jeans down to my knees while she removes her underwear, then scrunches up her skirt and straddles my waist.

When her hot, wet heat sinks down onto my aching cock, I swear I see nirvana and my teeth ache with the need to bite. “Fuck yes,” I hiss, my hands gripping her waist tight as she settles against my knot. “Ride me, baby girl. Take what you need.”

“I just need you,” she gasps, rocking her hips.

“You have me. Always.” I prop myself on my elbows to take her mouth in a dirty kiss, and she moans against me. Then we’re off. She rides me like a damn rodeo, her delicious tits bouncing under her black band t-shirt.

“Oh, shit Ollie!” She nearly screams my name as her head falls back in ecstasy, and I lay back again, guiding her hips up and down as our mingled scents fill the air. I’ll have to pay the cleaning crew for an extra deep clean tonight.

The moment her pussy starts fluttering around my throbbing cock and more slick gushes around us, I have the primal urge to shove my knot inside, but I don’t want to be stuck in this tattoo chair all night.

“Oh, fuuuck…” I hiss as I empty myself inside of her, my cock throbbing in response to her pulsating heat.

She collapses on top of me, breathing hard. “Oh, Ollie,” she pants, pressing lazy kisses into my sweaty neck as I wrap my arms around her. “I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you.”

As we lay there, catching our breath, I press a kiss to her hair and realize I’m not falling in love with Cady Jackman. I’m already fucking there.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

Dear Knotty Omega,

I found my pack a couple of years ago by chance. I was walking down the street with my family, caught a whiff of my true scent match, and the rest is history. However, I have one problem. My bestie, a beta, and her bonded alpha (and husband) are pretty desperate for pack life. I’ve told her they should sign up for packfinder.com, but she just scoffs and tells me ‘you never know what kind of weirdos you’ll find on there’. The thing is…recently, they keep kind of hinting at how perfect my pack would be for them? And like, saying that my alphas smell so good (which, obviously I think so. Scent match.) and how her alpha thinks I smell good and it really just kind of weirds me out. She might be open to sharing, but I definitely am not. I’m not interested in her alpha like that either. How to tell her nicely, politely, and in a way that won’t negatively affect our relationship, to back the hell off?

Signed,

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