Page 52 of Down Knot Out
“Dominic,” I say, ensuring he reads the truth in my expression. “I want this, and it has nothing to do with what I might ‘owe’ you or keeping score.” I cover his arousal with my palm, and his cock twitches beneath my touch. “It’s about how much I want to give you pleasure.”
His pupils dilate further, engulfing more of the gray, and his throat works as he swallows. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He studies my face for a long moment, searching for any sign of hesitation. “Will you still want this in the morning? When we go back home and real life starts again, will you still want this with me?”
His fingers brush my cheek. “Because if your answer is no, then I’d rather wait. I can’t handle going backward from here. I can’t have this and then lose you again.”
The raw honesty strips away any remaining barriers between us, all those years of love and hurt collapsing into this single moment of truth.
I crawl back up his body until we’re face to face, close enough that I can count each of his eyelashes. “Dominic Sterling, I am not going to take this back. I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and pretend this didn’t happen. You are my Alpha. You’ve always been my Alpha, even when I was too hurt to admit it.”
His breath catches, and the uncertainty melts from his expression. His hands come up to frame my face, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “Say it again.”
“You’re my Alpha,” I repeat, the words sounding right in my mouth after waiting years to speak them aloud. “And I’m your Omega.”
He pulls me down for a kiss filled with heat and hunger, his lips claiming mine with a desperation that matches the quickening beating of my heart. When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.
“Now.” I quickly kiss his lips before movingback down his body. “Will you please let me suck your cock?”
A groan rumbles through his chest. “When you put it like that…”
This time when I reach for his boxers, he lifts his hips to help me slide them down. His erection springs free, hard and flushed where it rests on his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight of him, thick and long, with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
I settle between his legs, pushing his thighs farther apart to fit between them. The scent of him here intoxicates me, citrus and musk and pure Alpha pheromones that make the Omega in me purr with satisfaction. I rub my face into the juncture of his thigh, breathing him in, letting his scent coat my skin.
His hand tangles in my hair again, this time with more urgency. “Chloe, please.”
I peek up at him through my eyelashes, savoring the desperation in his face. “Easy, you’re supposed to be staying calm.”
He groans, his chest rising and falling quickly, muscles tense with anticipation. I run my hands up the firm muscles of his thighs, the coarse hair tickling my palms. When my fingers brush his balls, his whole body jerks.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, marveling at how my fingers can’t quite close around his girth. He’s beautiful, veins tracing patterns beneath the skin, the head flushed dark with blood.
I kiss the tip, tasting salt and musk on my tongue.
His hips buck upward, seeking more. “Fuck, Chloe.”
I lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent vein from base to tip. His thighs tense beneath my hands, muscles cording with the effort of holding still. I circle the head with my tongue, gathering the pre-cum beading from his tip, savoring the salty burst.
When I finally take him into my mouth, the groan that tears from his throat is the most satisfying sound I’ve ever heard. My cheeks hollow as I suck him deeper, using my hand to stroke what I can’t fit.
My head bobs up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head each time I pull back. His scent grows stronger with each passing moment, his pheromones thickening until each breath I take is filled with him.
His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me without forcing.
I hum in response, the vibration drawing another curse from his lips. His flavor grows stronger as more pre-cum leaks onto my tongue, his pulse racing between my lips, his heartbeat in my mouth.
When I check his face, I find him watching me with molten desire. Our eyes lock, and a current of electricity passes between us, forging anew the bonds that were bent but never broken.
His breath comes faster, his hips moving in small, aborted thrusts. I adjust my rhythm to match his movements, taking him deeper with each downstroke. The head of his cock bumps the back of my throat, and I relax around him, accepting more.
“Chloe,” he warns, his voice rough. “I’m close.”
I redouble my efforts, sucking harder. I want him to come undone because of me. My free hand moves to cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers.
His entire body goes taut, muscles locking. “Now, Chloe, I’m?—”
