Page 63 of The Knotty Omega

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course I care about you! Why do you think I’m so damn quiet all the time, I’m terrified of saying the wrong thing, fucking this up and making you leave us!” Shit. I’ve said more than I meant to say. This is where she tells me that she doesn’t have time for an alpha with so many hang ups and calls it quits. My head hangs down, realizing that I just fucked this up for everyone.

Imagine my surprise when I feel a hand on my cheek instead, guiding me to look into bottomless pools of blue. “Titus,” she says quietly, “what makes you think I would leave?”

“I…” Defeated. That’s what I am. Pathetic and weak and defeated. “I’ve only ever seen one other true scent match in my life. And she left them.”

Cady’s eyes shine with empathy as she continues to hold my cheek. “What happened?”

Taking a shuddering breath, I close my eyes. “My brother is twelve years older than me. I looked up to him so much. When I was ten, him and his pack…they found their scent match. The four of them were together for a few months, but then she walked away. He wouldn't tell me why, only that she said she couldn’t do it anymore. It destroyed them. Their pack bonds dissolved, and my brother is still miserable and alone to this day.”

“That’s…that’s why you’ve been so withdrawn?” She looks up at me, something like hope staring back at me. “You’ve been afraid? Afraid that you would do something and I would leave?”

I can’t say anything, only look down in shame. She lets out a sad laugh. “I thought…I thought you didn’t want me, Titus. I thought you didn’t want to be my alpha. I thought you saw me as a burden, or a—”

Her words are unacceptable. Wrong.

Because I do want her. So damn much. But now I realize I've made her believe a lie in my atttempts to protect myself. To protect us from the hole she could leave in our lives, when really I should have been protecting her from us.

Before I can stop myself, I’m taking her face in my hands and stealing her breath in a kiss. A kiss that I hope conveys just how wrong she was about everything. I pour every ounce of longing, desire, and desperation into the kiss. Just as quickly, I’m pulling back, pressing my forehead against hers. “You are everything. You will never be a burden. You are a damnhonorto treasure and to cherish.”

She straightens her shoulders, taking a step back, looking directly into my eyes again. Challenging me. “I’m not going anywhere Titus. So do it,” she lifts her arms in a gesture that sayshere I am, “Treasure me. Cherish me. Hell, yell at me. Poke fun at me. But don’t ignore me. Don’t cut me out because you think you’ll do something to make me leave. I can’t guarantee we won’t ever fight, or that I won’t get on your nerves, because let’s face it, you’re a grumpy ass sometimes.” The corner of my lip twitches and she snorts in a damn adorable way. “Okay, most of the time. But I can guarantee that I’m in this for the long haul. That I see every inch of your infuriatingly grumpy soul and I am still here. So fucking give me your all, baby. There’s nothing you could do short of intentionally screwing me over that would send me packing.”

At her words, her honesty, her willingness to put me in my place, my fear takes a backseat. I prowl towards her, and she backs up, but there’s no fear in her eyes. Only excitement. Her whole speech was an attempt to get me to show her how much I care and it fucking worked. She’s about to find out just how damn obsessed I am with her.

Her back hits the wall, and she lets out a little gasp as I get in her space, my chest brushing hers. At my smirk, she gives me a feral smile and jumps on me, her arms wrapping around my neck and bringing my lips to hers. I devour her as I push her against the wall so she’s propped up between it and my body. Her legs come around my waist as she opens her mouth, her tongue brushing against mine, sending a shiver straight to my already hard cock. I swallow her moans as I grind my hips against her, nothing but the material of my pants and her thong separating us, since the skirt she was wearing has ridden up around her waist.

My hands reach up under her shirt to grope at her breasts, a perfect handful that has me salivating for a taste. A high pitched keening sound leaves her, and the sound of footsteps approach us, which I promptly ignore, continuing my exploration of her body.

“Fucking finally. Simon, you owe me fifty bucks!” Ollie’s voice shouts from next to us, and I only pull away from my girl long enough to growl at his smirk.

Simon pokes his head in and smiles. “I see you guys finally got it figured out.”

My gorgeous flower actually blushes and nods, hiding her face in my neck. I move my hands under her pert ass, supporting her weight as I move us from the living room to the stairs.

“Can’t get any damn privacy around here,” I grumble, and suppress a snort when I hear Ollie shout behind me.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be feeling up the omega in the living room! It’s forliving, Titus, not groping!”

Cady shocks the hell out of me when she shouts back, “But are you really living if there’s no groping going on?”

That does drag a laugh out of me, and I press a quick kiss to her lips before going up the stairs. “You are fucking perfect.”

She blushes again, and it’s now my goal to get her entire body that color. I take her back to my room without thinking, and lay her on the bed, peeling her out of her clothes before removing mine.

She lays stark naked on the bed, propped on her elbows, and I don’t miss the way her eyes roam my body and linger on my already swelling knot at the base of my cock like I’m the masterpiece here, and not her luscious curves. Her tits sway slightly with every breath she takes, and I want to bury my face between them.

“You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?” My voice is husky as I stare at her naked body. “Your body is fucking sinful, and you have the face of an angel. My angel. And my one way ticket to heaven.”

Her orange vanilla scent is heavy in the air, and I don’t waste any time, diving on to the bed, ready to taste it straight from the source. The scent that’s been haunting my dreams every night since Archie came home with it on his jacket two months ago.

The first drag of my tongue is pure ecstacy, and her head falls back, telling me she feels the same. “Ah, shit! Titus!” She cries out, her fists tight in the sheets. I flatten my tongue and run it over her clit, then quickly scoop up the reward of her sweet slick gushing from her pussy with my mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, Titus! I need you! Please!”

“What do you need, angel?” I ask, needing to hear exactly what she wants.

“Knot me! I need your knot!” Her voice is keening as she tries to use her hands to drag me up her body.

“Okay, okay, angel, I got you.” I move up her body until my arms are on either side of her head, then line my aching cock up with her soaking wet pussy. I slide in, her walls clamping down around me so tight it’s like they’re trying to suck me in.

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