Page 11 of Knot Alone

I glance up the line of Maggie’s body, her soft belly and tiny tits still covered by her button-up. She’s pressed her hands against her mouth, trying to hold back her sounds. I smile again, this one all teeth. The smile Graham says is his favorite because it means he’s about to be devoured.

Maggie whines, some Omega part of her brain recognizing what I’m going to do.

In one smooth stroke, I plunge two fingers back into her cunt and press a nipping, sucking kiss to her clit. Maggie’s thighs box my ears as she tumbles over the edge of orgasm without warning. Her hole clenches like a vice around my fingers, but I keep dragging my digits in and out, an extra dose of pleasure to extend her climax.

All too soon, her moans turn into whines. I slip my fingers out of her red cunt, a dangling trail of slick connecting my fingers to her core. I let one of her legs drop, but keep the other propped on my shoulder, appreciating the sight of her center stretched open and wet. Maggie’s head drops back against the chair while she draws in great gasping breaths that tug on the buttons across her chest. I want to drag the skirt all the way off. I want to kiss my way up her belly as I undo one button at a time, getting to know her skin before I suck a hickey on her neck right at the pulse point hammering away.

Just getting her off isn’t enough. My scent all over her isn’t enough. I want Maggie as claimed as I can get for our journey from this office to my house, just in case something happens.

But I’m a gentleman, and Graham is already going to laugh that I went from ‘Hi, why are you breaking into the office?’ to oral sex in less than ten minutes. Hickeys are a juvenile display he’d never let me live down.

But her sweet little pussy is right there, and I can already tell it’s been neglected for too long. I can’t let it stay that way. I dive back in to lick up her release.

“Linus.” Maggie whimpers. “I can’t. I can’t.”

“Try,” I growl against her cunt. Maggie shrieks at the vibrations and grabs my hair before she yanks her hand away like it’s on fire. Though Maggie’s cunt deserves all my devotion, I reach out and catch Maggie’s hand to put it back on my head. The sweet girl doesn’t move me anyplace; she just grasps at my strands while she mindlessly rocks her hips against my lapping tongue and comes again with a body-shaking shriek.

With that, Maggie doesn’t quite shove me away, but it’s close. As much as I’d like to keep feasting until Maggie’s legs can’t hold her, we haven’t negotiated that. I give her clit one last tender kiss before I pull back to appreciate the view.

Maggie is even more debauched than before, legs staying spread even when I lean away. Her shirt rucked up, exposing the soft skin of her belly. Sweat pools in the hollow of her throat where my bite is going to go someday.

Chapter Four

Maggie

I come down from my orgasm with a shuddering sigh, like something in my very soul unclenched when I came. The climax burned the haze of desperation from my mind, but I still can’t make myself be embarrassed. Not with Linus’ thumbs massaging up and down my thighs. It’s sweet that he thinks his touch is soothing instead of arousing.

“You okay? Can I get you anything?” Linus asks. I nod, because what I want is to touch Linus the same way he touched me and I… don’t know what to do with that urge.

I’ve had sex before. Obviously. But for me, sex has always been… fine.

It never really seemed worth the hassle and cleanup. There’ve always been other things I’d rather be doing, places I’d rather be.

But sex with Linus… it’s like my bones melted under the heat of his tongue and I’ve re-solidified into someone new. Someone whose responsibilities don’t exist and whose pleasure is the only thing that matters.

I’ve been quiet too long, so Linus leans over to the mini-fridge tucked in the office’s back corner and asks me if I want juice or water.

“Water, please.”

“She’s got protein bars.” Linus puckers his nose. “Gross protein bars, but still.”

“I’m fine,” I say. Of course, my stomach chooses that moment to betray me by rumbling. Linus’ eyebrow goes up, but he leaves the gross protein bars for someone else.

“You want me to call down for room service?”

I snort out a laugh. That’s completely ridiculous, but I know Linus would do it anyway.

“Come here.” I wave Linus close, and he comes without hesitation. He lights his hands on my knees and lets me frame his kind face with my hands as I draw him in for a kiss, soft and short. My heat has calmed down enough that it’s not desperate, but Linus is so good I can’t keep my hands to myself.

I lean back, pressing our foreheads together. It’s private and peaceful in the breaths between us, and I think about telling him the truth.

My heat is a chore. Not terrible, but not fun like other Omegas say it can be. My heat is just a hassle.

But Linus… spending a heat in his quiet presence, with his tongue and his fingers, I think that would be the best heat I’ve ever had. And Linus says he’s helped his friends before, just like he did for me, and I’d… I’d like that. Even without his dirty talk about my… well, dirty talk that I blush to think about at all. Linus is calm and comforting. While riding his tongue would be the most active heat I’ve had in ages, it would also be the most comforting. If I must have a heat, and if the Center is going to make me spend it with someone, Linus is the man I want to do it with.

Our foreheads press together and my eyes close. “Spend my heat with me.” I say it quietly enough that I can pretend like I didn’t say it at all.

Linus’ answer is just a long moment of silence. “I know you don’t like sex.” I blurt. “I’m not expecting that. I’m not even expecting… what we just did.” I rush through the words before I die from embarrassment.

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