Page 17 of Knotty New Year

Before I could form words to ask, my gut cramped up as a rush of fluid spilled from between my legs onto the pillows and clothing beneath me. He groaned again, and lowered me slowly until I was standing.

“Why have you been crying, princess?” He tucked my hair behind my ears, cupping my cheeks. I felt a soft, strong purring sound start up in his chest, and I pressed my hips against him, rubbing on that hard cock again. He wasn’t kissing me now, but this was almost as good.

“You don’t want me,” I said before I could stop myself. “You know, that’s the only thing about being an omega I thought might be good. That someday I would meet an alpha I would want. And he would want me back. And you gave me all these clothes, and then you just… left.”

I smelled his clean, pure scent change, his body stiffening. Was he angry?

“I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry. I should never have given you those clothes. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve been trying to stay away—”

I threw myself away from him, across the closet, burying my face in shame. “Go away. Oh, god, goaway. Ithurts.” The ache in my core, the pain from the heat, was nothing compared to the agony inflicted by his words. I wanted to claw my own eyes out so I wouldn’t keep wanting to stare at him. Wanted to tear my heart out, it hurt so much.

“Princess, I can’t leave you.”

“Please go. You already hurt me enough.”

“How?” His question hung in the air.

He needed me to spell it out? I lifted my face, speaking to the back wall of this closet. “You can see what I’ve done. I built a nest. I invited you in. If you’re not going to help me, if you just came to torture me with what I can’t have, leave me alone.”

“I didn’t mean—” he began, but I screamed, “Go!”

I cried so hard, I thought I would run out of tears even before I felt him turn away. I sensed the lessening of his almost-oppressive pheromones as the outer door opened and closed with a soft click.

I wept and suffered, wondering if it was possible to die from a combination of humiliation, heartache, and sexual frustration. My mind was fuzzy, though not as much as a normal heat. So I knew what I’d been asking, when I’d begged him to bite me, claim me.

But I’d been almost certain. No, Iwascertain. He was my true mate. Omegas only ever had these weird mini-heats when they met their one perfect match. And I was so lacking, so pathetic… I held my breath, hoping I would pass out and not have to feel any more.

A gravelly voice broke the silence of the sad nest. “I brought you some things, Omega.”

He’d come back? I smelled the sharp tang of fruit and the mellow softness of cheese, and hunched into a ball. Why had he returned? To gloat, taunt me? Tell me how young and insufficient I was?

Before I could think of a reason, I felt his arms circling me, warmth enfolding me as he pulled me onto his lap, my back to his broad, warm chest. “You need to eat, Omega.” His purr rumbled up from his diaphragm, setting everything inside me thrumming with anticipation. I kept my eyes shut. He needed to stop calling me Omega. The way he said it made it sound like a title instead of only a descriptor. Like I washisomega.

“Just leave it and go,” I mumbled. “I’ll eat later.”

“You’ll eat now, Candy. And from my hand.” My eyes snapped open, and my jaw dropped. For a moment, that thumb was in my mouth again, pulling my lower jaw even wider. “Look at that sweet mouth, open for me. What a good girl,” he purred louder in my ear, then fed a bite of sharp cheddar cheese between my lips. “Now swallow.”

He repeated the motions, until the plate of cheese and soft bread and the cup of pineapple juice was gone. Then he reached around me with both arms and began to slowly unbutton the front of the dress shirt I’d scavenged from his pile.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice so low and monotone it was almost a hum. His purring never stopped, and I pressed my hands on the tops of his thighs to feel more of it. “When you walked into my house, I wanted to throw you down on the floor and knot you, claim you, right then. Take this body and worship it the way perfection like this deserves. With my hands, and my lips.”

He ran his nose up the side of my throat as he undid the final button, opening the shirt to expose my breasts. He hummed, scraping his short beard along the length of my neck, as he encircled both breasts with his massive hands, his fingers rolling the tight pink nubs around gently at first, then harder. Dizzy with the sensations, I gasped as he spent the next few moments nibbling at me and kissing, while exploring the line between not enough and too much pressure on my nipples.

He pinched one of them harder as he reached down with the other hand to part my dark, trimmed curls, and ran a thick finger through my wet lips. “Dripping for your alpha like the good girl I know you can be. Spread your legs, princess, wide as you can.” He tilted his hips forward so I could feel the length of his cock pressing against my back, and I rubbed against it like a cat while I obeyed. “Look at that,” he purred. “Open your eyes.”

I did, and saw what he meant. The back of the closet had a gilt-framed, floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the scene reflected in it was obscene and beautiful at the same time.

“Watch yourself, princess. Watch how this pretty pussy gives me what I need.” He ran the backs of his nails over my inner thighs, his other hand still torturing my nipple, then slowly circled closer and closer to my swollen, glistening clit. I was dripping slick all over the clothing beneath us, and he gathered some of my fluid up and began to circle my clit faster, every so often dipping into my channel for more.

“God, I have to taste that.” He brought his hand up to his mouth, sucking his fingers. “Fucking delicious. Gonna drink every drop you give me, Omega.” I began to shiver, my orgasm approaching already. His fingers returned to the center of my pleasure, winding circles at just the right tempo, just the right pressure. “Look in my eyes, princess, when you come. Look at me, and see who’s giving you your orgasm. The first of many.”

Meeting his gaze in the mirror was terrifying, the way this exposed not just my physical needs, but my emotions. Still, I did as he commanded. I stared into his glowing, nearly jet-black eyes as I fell over the cliff, shouting, “Pax!”

He gentled me down from the spirals of pleasure for no more than a minute, then moved his thick fingers to my wet slit and plunged inside, curving them to hit that perfect spot that was still connected to my throbbing clit by a thick cord of pleasure.

“Too much,” I cried out, twisting away from his probing hand, but he moved his grip from my breast to my throat, and turned my face to the mirror again.

“Do you really want this to stop now, Omega? Are you sure you want all this pleasure to come… to… a halt…” He slowed his thrusts as he spoke, and I whimpered.

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