Page 112 of Unhinged Omega

The thought sends fresh fear through me, but there's a thrilling spike of heat, too. This is dangerous.Insanelydangerous. The omega in me is railing against the idea ofallowing this alpha's massive cock anywhere near my pussy, but there's an entirely fucked up part of me that's genuinely interested.

And not just as a way of getting out of my heat.

A low growl rumbles through the Knight's chest, startling me out of my thoughts. I jerk my head up, half-expecting to see rage in those glowing blue eyes. But there's only confusion there.

And beneath that... hunger.

He's a typical alpha in that regard, at least.

He doesn't attack, though. Doesn't move at all except for the rise and fall of his broad chest. Taking that as permission to continue, considering it's not like he speaks, I slowly begin to rub him through the fabric of his gray pants.

"I'm going to make you feel good," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady despite the way my heart is pounding.

The Knight makes a low sound somewhere between a growl and a moan. His hips buck involuntarily into my touch, seeking more friction. I almost laugh. Here he is, this terrifying creature of my nightmares, and he's reacting just like any other man would.

But he's still holding back.

Afraid to hurt me.

Afraid to touch me.

"That's it," I purr, using my free hand to gently push him back against the trunk of the tree holding up our shelter. "Just relax."

He goes willingly, allowing me to maneuver his massive frame. He's so tense, like he can't believe what's happening. That makes two of us. If someone had told me yesterday that I'd be jerking off the monster from my nightmares, I'd have laughed in their face.

But here we are.

My hands tremble as I reach for the waistband of the Knight's pants. Part of me still can't believe I'm doing this. But my heat is in full force now, overriding any remaining hesitation.

My fingers fumble with the worn fabric of his pants as I tug them down his hips. His cock springs free, and I can't help the small gasp that escapes my lips.

I knew he was big—I could feel it through his clothes—butseeinghis cock is something else entirely. His massive knot is already swollen at the base, and I realize with equal parts awe and hesitation that I would need both hands just to wrap around it completely. His shaft, too.

And I guess today is the day of giving in to all my intrusive thoughts, because I actually fucking do it.

I wrap both hands around the Knight's shaft. He gives a low, hungry growl even as the confusion in those blue eyes intensifies. My fingers barely meet as I encircle his girth. The heat radiating from him is incredible, like he has hot coals burning in his ribcage instead of the beating heart I just felt moments before.

Curious, I trace the prominent vein along the underside, following its path up to the crown. Precome glistens at the tip, and as my fingers brush against it, the Knight's entire body jerks. A strangled growl rumbles from his chest, his metal claws digging furrows into the earth.

He's still trying not to lose control, I realize with a start. Even now, with me touching him so intimately, he's holding himself back. It's oddly endearing, in a terrifying sort of way.

My mouth waters as I stare at his cock, my heat raging through me with renewed intensity. Before I can talk myself out of it, I lean forward and flick my tongue against the tip, tasting him.

The flavor of him explodes across my tongue, salty and musky. A fresh surge of slick pools between my thighs and I find myself licking again, eager for more.

He bucks his hips, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. His metal claws dig deeper into the ground, tearing up chunks of earth and grass.

"Shh," I murmur, placing a steadying hand on his thigh. "Hold still."

To my surprise, he obeys, though I can see the tension thrumming through his massive frame. He's trembling with the effort of restraining himself.

I turn my attention back to his cock, realizing quickly that there's no way I could fit even the crown in my mouth. He's simply too big. Instead, I focus on licking long stripes up his length, using my hands to stroke what my mouth can't reach.

The Knight pants heavily above me, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. The feeling of having this much power over a beast so much stronger than me sends a rush straight to my head. Definitely not used to feeling likethat. Usually, I'm the one alphas have power over.

I redouble my efforts, alternating between long licks and gentle suction on the sensitive head of his cock. My heat builds as I pleasure him, slick now trickling down the insides of my thighs. Almost unconsciously, I reach down with one hand, slipping it beneath my tattered robe to touch myself. I'm so wet, my fingers gliding easily through my folds.

Suddenly, the Knight goes rigid. He breathes in sharply and I realize he's scented my arousal. Before I can react, his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist. Fortunately, it isn't the metal one, but panic still flares in my chest.

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