Page 103 of Knot Their Omega

“The number you’ve reached is out of service,” he declares, and I hear a beeping noise.Meaning he hung up.“Try again later.”

He pulls back just enough so our eyes can meet.

The pulsating tension is so fucking strong, I can jump him any second. That could be why his hands are back on my arms, gripping me with enough force that I can’t simply tug out and tackle this man.

“Nathaníel Morelli,” he introduces himself, noticing despite my struggle to stay coherent and not ride this sexual wave of need between us, I’m registering what he said thanks to my widened eyes of realization. “Senior. Two minutes earlier, to be exact. I’m our parents’ favorite, which is why they added the ‘iel’ at the end of Nathan.”

He smiles then, his eyes twinkling with so much life and excitement, it’s like watching what Nathaniel could be like.

Charming, seductive, kind, compassionate… happy?

It’s pure mindfuckery.

“I’m the ghost singer of Blooming Salvation. I heard enough about your first interaction with my dear brother that I figured meeting you in person would be my best shot at seeing who you’d like more.”

“Like… more…” I repeat the words slowly, making me realize how parched I feel.Only I’m not thirsty for water.

“A coward too afraid of love,” he offers and leans in enough that I can feel his every breath. “Or a man who will take charge and prove a chosen Omega who can handle our group’s madness deserves passion, admiration, and fun in this thing called life.”

To feel the slight pinch of his teeth as they lightly tug on my bottom lip is one thing, but to watch as he further sucks it without breaking our consuming eye contact has me thinking with my pussy and not with fucking logic.

“Which one will you choose, Princess?”

Fuck logic. Let me enjoy being in my Omega energy.

A Diamond In A Sea Of Coal

~NATHANÍEL~

“I’m the ghost singer of Blooming Salvation.” The truth rolls off my tongue without a hint of regret. “I heard enough about your first interaction with my dear brother that meeting you in person would be my best shot at seeing who you’d like more.”

My parents always said this was my problem.

The spontaneous energy in me to act now and think later.

I’m not like my twin brother, who wastes oxygen and lung power talking all that shit. I dive into action head first and claim what I know I deserve.

That’s why I’ve been gone for so fucking long.

“Like… more…” This Omega’s voice is a tone I’ve never had the privilege of experiencing. A pitch of lyrical softness, emphasizing the feminine undertones that are so strikingly beautiful to acknowledge.

I know I’m overwhelming her because I haven’t toned down my Alpha dominance, but Nate was boasting all about his new Omega and how nothing can sway her away from him.

Since he’s so fucking amazing as an Alpha.

That theory was a bunch of bullshit because he’s done nothing to claim this woman truly.

I should show him a little lesson on dominance.

“A coward too afraid of love,” I offer her first choice, summarizing the truth of my brother’s insolence. That’s not a true indicator of how cowardly my brother has been since our sister perished, but why waste my valuable energy explaining the details of truth everyone can acknowledge despite knowing our family’s past in tragedy?

Leaning in further, it takes everything not to kiss her. I’m fighting it hard. This pulsing urge to claim her right now. I have to keep telling myself, ‘not yet.’ Again and again, but I’m struggling.

This man had all the time to talk with such a powerful goddess before him?

A shame he’s going to lose what he took all that effort to brag about.

“Or a man who will take charge and prove a chosen Omega who can handle our group’s madness deserves passion, admiration, and fun in this thing called life.”

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