Page 10 of Knot Alone

“No.” Maggie sobs, clinging to my lapels to hold me close. She presses her face to the curve of my throat. “I just… I can’t just say it, Linus. I can’t.”

I twist down and give her a long, drugging kiss, a flood of pheromones and affection to calm her down. I wish we’d met a week ago, or a month ago. I wish we had enough time for me to know her preferences without her pre-heat muddling everything. But this is what we’ve got, and I can only try my best.

I pull back and meet her eyes. “Do I have your permission?”

“Yes.” She says, the word and her eyes clear.

“And if you want me to stop, you’ll tell me to?”

“I swear.”

“Good girl.” I peck Maggie’s swollen lips. “Then show me what you want, darling.”

Splotchy with a blush, Maggie puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes me down towards her waiting cunt. “Here?” I brush my knuckles over her damp panties.

“Yes.” She gasps.

“Fingers or mouth?” Maggie gulps, but I wait, ready to give her whatever she wants. She mouths the word, ‘mouth.’ That’s good enough for me.

I rock back for space and in one smooth motion strip off my jacket, toss it on the desk, then flick open the buttons on my shirt. If the damp under my fingers is any sign, Maggie is going to drip.

When I join someone for their heat, I usually spend my time cuddling them or fetching snacks, but I have done this for my Omega friends before. As much as other Alphas leer and gossip about ‘helping’ Omegas through heats, it’s never been sexual to me. For me, it’s like helping a gym buddy stretch after a workout. It’s a friend in need, not the start of a porno.

But today, I finally have some empathy for the leering Alphas I’ve always considered knot-headed idiots. Dragging the panties down Maggie’s plump thighs and baring her slick cunt to my eyes is enough to make my mouth water. My fangs itch like they want to drop and bite her bonding gland so I can make her mine.

I trace my knuckle over Maggie’s wet folds. I breathe deep through my mouth to get my head back on straight before her scent sends me over the edge.

I’m not going to fuck her right here in the caseworker’s office. I’d have to scrub the whole place myself and probably set the room on fire because I refuse to leave traces of our first time for other people to share.

Other than with Graham.

I can imagine it now: Maggie on his lap, leaning back against his chest while he plays with her sweet little tits, her knees hooked over his thighs, spreading her open for me to eat her out.

I suck in another deep breath to force myself back under control. No coming from daydreams when your Omega is in front of you, quietly keening because you haven’t done a damn thing but leave her exposed while you fondle her folds.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, sliding one thick finger inside her tight cunt. There’s not much give. It’s been too long since she’s had anything in this pretty pussy. Involuntarily, Maggie clenches her cunt around my fingers and her hands on the chair arms. “You all right?”

She bites her lip and nods. Maggie said she isn’t ready for words, so I’m going to have to trust that she’ll be brave enough to tell me if she needs to pause.

I rock my fingers in a centimeter or two and rub my thumb in slow circles over her clit until she lets go. The release eases the slide of my fingers as I rock them in and out. I push deep enough to bend my two digits in a ‘come hither’ motion. Maggie shrieks and arches clear off the chair. I press my hand to her hip to keep her in place. “Poor, neglected pussy.” The words drip off my tongue without thought.

“Linus!”

“What?” I press her clit again.

Maggie smacks her hands to her mouth to keep the sound back. But her blush says plenty. I give her what Graham calls my ‘dirty smile.’

“Ah, ah, darling.” I pump two fingers in again. “You don’t have to talk, but I want to hear you.”

Maggie’s plump lips are white. She’s pressed them together hard, trying to keep her moans back. I can’t have that, so I tug my fingers out.

Maggie whines a protest, but that’s not good enough. After all, I need both of my hands to lift her knees to my shoulders and make space for my head between her legs. I stretch her wide, perched precariously on the edge of the chair. “Linus.” She moans.

“There you go, darling.” I slip my fingers back inside her dripping cunt.

I lean over and inhale the musky, tart perfection of her pussy. I want to spend a lazy Saturday morning just licking Maggie out, holding her on the edge of orgasm to see if I can make her snap and demand that I make her come.

But that’s future Linus’ job. Today, my pleasure is to taste her with a quick kitten lick—catching the musky, sharp tang of pickled raspberries, like her scent has pent up.

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