Page 58 of Knot Gonna Give You Up

“I don’t mind,” she says softly.

We pull apart, and I grab her hand, bringing her to the front of the line.

“What do you want?” I ask her.

She looks at me, horrified, “I can’t just skip the line!”

“You can when you’re my Match.”

“Oh my God, your Match is letting you go first? That’s so sweet! Here, go ahead,” the next person at the counter says.

I raise my eyebrow in challenge, and she just sighs, relenting her argument. When she gives her order, I tell the employee that Josie never pays for her drinks here.

She clicks her tongue at me, “Simon!”

“I’m providing for my Omega! Would you really deny your Alpha when being provided for?” I hold my hand to my chest.

She blushes furiously, obviously not wanting everyone looking at her.

“Fine,” she hisses under her breath.

I grin unrepentant and make her drink, handing it off to her as I round the counter.

“Do you have time to sit for a few minutes?” I ask.

“Sure!”

I grab her hand and we settle in at one of the outdoor tables, the slight breeze ruffling our hair and bringing fresh scents of bakeries and food trucks to our noses. It’s at exactly that moment when I realize what I’ve done. I gave in to my instincts and basically claimed her in front of everyone without asking. There was no rational thinking in my actions.

“Josie, I am so sorry,” I tell her, looking at her.

She cocks her head, confused, “What for?”

“I just kind of mauled you in there. You know, grabbed you, made a scene, I don’t know what came over me.” My hand rubs the back of my neck.

Josie’s eyes soften, “Hey, it’s fine. Sometimes instincts get the best of us, so we just need to go with the flow. Besides, we’re a Match, it’s nice to see some display of possessiveness.”

My face flushes, and I almost hide in embarrassment. Alphas don’t blush. I don’t blush. What the hell is happening?

“Did you mean what you said in there, though?” she asks timidly.

“What did I say? Well, which part?”

“About me being your Match.”

I frown, “We already covered this. We know we’re a Match.”

“It’s one thing to know, and another thing to say it in public,” she says, fiddling with her coffee cup, avoiding my eyes.

“Hey,” I grab one of her hands and hold it in mine, “I meant it. I’m more than happy to tell everyone that you’re my Match.”

“Really?” She’s beaming now

“Yes, really,” I say with a laugh.

She jumps up and plops back down on my lap, throwing her arms around me. I let her hug me for a moment before pulling back and bringing her lips to mine. She’s so soft and sweet, it’s like coming home every time I kiss her. Admittedly, it hasn’t been frequently, but it is the best experience I can think of.

Our kiss intensifies, my tongue sneaking into her mouth, caressing her there, and enjoying the feeling of our tongues sliding together. It’s slick, erotic, and I’m reveling in every second of the exchange. My dick is hard already, driven by the scent and theneedof this Omega in my arms. When she shifts to straddle me and rub her core on me, I pull back.

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