Page 104 of Knot Their Omega

My restraint is slipping away with every second that passes, our tense gaze making it hard to do anything else but admire her serene attractiveness. I don’t register how I lean in and take a pinch of her bottom lip in my grasp or how I suck it so effortlessly, allowing my body to hum with anticipation of what I dare hope will follow.

A kiss? Her touch? Her acceptance.

The shared intensity of our stare is broken by how her doe eyes lower to my lips. Acknowledging their presence—their power.I see the conviction in her eyes before her actions register in my brain, and I’m already responding in pure relief because she made the first move.

Her lips smashing mine in desperate need.

I’ve met plenty of Omegas across the world. Visited areas full of them, who would be willing to stop their lives just to be claimed by me, but out of so many options, I never met one who carried the boldness to initiate anything first.

They could be all submissive, on their knees and ready for the pleasure I could deliver, but my rejection would be just as loud.

My ability to walk away from it all because who wants a woman who just gives in because I’m a man?

I want to see the rebellion. The spark of feisty confidence. To grasp a woman who can balance both worlds.Most Alpha aren’t in the same league, but I never had the intention of being the same as my peers.

That’s why I gave up on this city and traveled the world to learn if this was just a phase or who I was.

Self-discovery is such a blissful adventure.

Now, look at this reward the moment I step back into the place I ran away from.

Her arms desperately try to reach my shoulders—our height difference is an obvious dilemma, yet this Omega isn’t letting it stop her from trying to climb me like a tree.

As if I’d let her spend so much effort.

It’s a breeze to lift her up, just as easy as it is to get lost in this thrilling connection. It’s mind-controlling. Extremely tempting to get lost entirely in its consuming orbit.

It’s odd to admit just how I’m enjoying this spontaneous passion.

Her scent amplifies, the sweet aroma filling my nostrils that are desperate for more. I’m sure she’s perfuming as if to drown me in her scent, making me want to kindle a purr of approval from her.

Motivations thrum through my being, encouraging my claim to take control of our intense kiss, my tongue tangling with hersuntil we’re lost in a sloppy, passionate kiss that makes the world around us spin.

I could get lost in this sensation forever—the whole interaction felt like a cosmic whirlpool of star-crossed lovers. My brain, even when entangled in lust and hunger, can already begin to plant the seeds of words and emotions.

A melody brewing… begging for its fruition.

If it wasn’t for the click sound, I would have multitasked in enjoying this beautiful Omega and creating a musical masterpiece in the depths of my mind, but I’m not stupid to play dangerous games with a Morrigan.

With one final deep kiss, I pull away enough to look at the slight confusion that forms in this Omega’s lustful eyes. They’re so pretty to peer into, especially with how close we are, but I’m confident this won’t be the last time.

Not after I’ve gotten a taste.

“Sorry, Rebel,” I apologize and further grip her ass, making her take a good scan of our position and predicament.Her plastered on me like an accessory.“If I ignore the gun pressed against my back, I’m afraid I won’t get to enjoy fucking you right. Gunshots are survivable, but spinal injuries would make it tricky for me to please our Omega.”

“G-Gun?” She gasps and leans over. “I-I-Icarus?! Why do you have a gun here? Wait. When did you come back? I have your phone.”

“I figured you did, seeing as I didn’t have it, but then I realized why Nate was blowing up every fucking phone in this house.” He sounds irritated before I feel the press of the gun leave my lower back, only to be lightly tapped against the side of the head.

“Ow,” I feign agony when we both know that didn’t do shit.

“And only violence can pierce through this fucker’s mind. Words only make him ambitious, and I can’t deal with thatattitude unless I have two glasses of whisky in my system,” Icarus grunts. “As for when I got back, it was at the part you were climbing him up like a damn jungle tree.”

I have to look back to see the sense of reason and horror forming on her face, but aside from her blushing face, she’s pointing accusingly my way.

“H-H-He challenged me, and I couldn’t back down!”

“Of course,” Icarus mutters, but he doesn’t seem as mad in my books.Or maybe I’m hallucinating the slight sense of relief in the undertone of his voice.“You’re too stubborn to back down.”

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