Page 85 of The Knotty Omega
But I’m going to figure it out.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Dear Knotty Omega,
I just had my first heat with my pack and we’re finally bonded. The only thing I wasn’t expecting is how hard it would be to differentiate my emotions from the ones of my mates. I’ll be doing something totally mundane then get it hit with a wave of annoyance or frustration. Nobody else I’ve spoken to has had this. What advice can you give me so I’m not so overwhelmed all the time?
Signed,
Too Many Feelings
Dear Too Many Feelings,
That is…unusual. Short of speaking to your alphas and asking them to try to tamp down their end of the bond, can you tell if it’s all of your alphas or just one? If it is just one, he might be unintentionally sending the feelings your way. For my bonded alphas, bonded beta, and I, we’re always aware of what the other person is feeling, but in order for it to be so overwhelming you confuse it with your own emotions, they would have to be feeling it so strongly, or intentionally pushing it to you.
Meditation might be a good first step to see what’s going on.
Signed,
The Knotty Omega
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“Oh, fuck, blossom,” Archie gasps in a whisper as I take his cock all the way into the back of my throat. His head drops back, hitting the shelves with all the post it notes when I hold him there, cupping his balls with my hand.
Sucking my beta’s cock in the supply closet at work had not been on my bingo card today, but then he asked me if I wanted to grab lunch with him, and when I asked what he was hungry for, he said fucking orange creamsicle, so here we are.
Popping off his length, I move to stand, and he whirls us around so my back is against the shelves, moaning into my mouth as he roughly kisses me, moving my panties under my skirt to the side so he can thrust up into me.
Mattie’s mild amusement hits me through the bond, and I hear my phone vibrate in my purse that’s discarded on the floor.
I ignore it for now. I’m on my lunch break.
Ever since bonding and the heat, I’ve been insatiable, hungry for my pack’s cocks and knots whenever I can get them.
My legs wrap around his waist, keeping him close to me, and my arms twine behind his neck, holding on for dear life as he thrusts into me so hard the shelves rattle behind us.
His cock rubs against my inner walls, the sensations sending waves of heat through me. When he brings his hand between us to rub furiously at my clit, a shriek starts to escape me and he claps his other hand over my mouth.
My walls clamp hard around him, and he groans as I hurtle off the edge of the cliff, my cry muffled by his hand. His hips stutter as he slows his bucking movements, and then we’re both breathing hard, him gently lowering my feet to the ground.
“Fucking hell,” Archie gasps, stuffing his cock back into this pants and helping me right my skirt. “We need to have supply closet quickies more often.”
I snort a laugh, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I doubt we’ll be able to convince Titus to stand guard again.”
Ever since we came back to work after my heat and bonding leave, Titus has stayed true to his word, making me his assignment, sticking to me like glue any time I leave the house, including for work.
Laura had only gotten one snide comment in before Titus' growl ripped throughout the area and put her in her place.
Grabbing my purse from the floor, I pull out my phone, cracking up with laughter when I see the group texts that came through while Archie and I were busy fucking like rabbits.
We forgot to tamp down our bonds before going at it. Well, we would have left it open for Mattie. He likes to feel when we’re together.
After making sure we’re both presentable I crack the door open, peeking my head out to come face to face with Titus’ back.
“Are we all clear?” I whisper, and Titus grunts.
“You’re all clear.” He confirms. “And I have half a mind to make the beta stand guard next time you’re feeling like you need a good fucking.”
