Page 109 of Knot All is Crystal
My tongue darts out and licks his pulse point, and he shudders beneath me. “What’re you doing there, Omega?”
“I wanted to see if you tasted sweet, too,” I say casually, licking his neck again. Emmanuel and I haven’t taken things further than kissing, and I am eager to break past that barrier with him.
We’ve been taking things slow, but honestly, the more I’m around my pack, the more I ache for them.
He squirms beneath me in a way that makes me wonder if I made him uncomfortable. I sit back, gazing into his dark eyes. “Are you okay, Emmanuel?”
“I am, yeah. I just… I don’t date, Crystal.”
“Me neither,” I remind him. “Kieran would’ve killed anyone who was around me regularly.”
“Yeah, but people have been helping you through heats, right? I’ve never…” He looks up at the ceiling, his cheeks darkening. “I’ve never been with an Omega. And it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone.”
“That doesn’t bother me.” I sling a leg over his lap and straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I like knowing that I’m your only Omega. But I also don’t want you feeling pressured by me.”
His hands rest lightly on my hips, and I can feel him thickening between my thighs. “I’m not feeling pressured.” His voice is soft and quiet as he traces small circles on the skin under my shirt. “Is it wrong if I don’t want to take it slow?”
“Emmanuel, some base instinct that made you smell like dessert told us we were meant to be together. The moment I met you, I knew I had met my forever. And yeah, we need to get to know each other better, but we will spend our whole lives doing that. Nothing about having a scent match is slow.”
“When you put it like that,” he says with a chuckle, “it almost seems like taking it slow is an insult to our match.”
“You said it, not me.” He chuckles and captures my chin in his hand before pressing his lips against mine gently.
Kissing Emmanuel is like drinking cold water on a hot day. It’s a balm on my soul. His kind, gentle nature makes me feel safe in a way that I never thought I could since I met Kieran.
His tongue pushes between my lips and moves with mine in a languid dance. My hips move against him as I chase his taste, and his hardness juts into me from beneath me. It provides a perfect place for me to rest my throbbing pussy as I explore him with my mouth.
I kiss down his jaw, neck, and collarbone before pulling off his gray shirt. He’s soft, not muscular, like Puck, or lean in the way Maverick and Gage are. No, Emmanuel is comfortable and easy to wrap my arms around and snuggle. The softness of his lower belly begs for my hands to stroke across the light brown flesh.
He shudders under my touch but lets me stroke the top of his pants and slip my fingers under his waistband.
In the back of my mind, I wonder if I am so eager to be with him because of the fear of our plan going wrong and something happening to me.
But I try not to dwell, slipping off his lap and pushing his shoulders to the base of my nest.
FORTY-ONE
My body tensesunder her touch. There is a legitimate concern that I am going to lose control of myself the moment she touches me.
I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t do this often. Getting out and meeting people has been too hard, and I’ve never felt motivated to find someone to spend my life with. But now that I have Crystal, I cannot imagine going back to my lonely, painful existence of before.
She hooks her fingers in the waistband of my joggers and raises a thin eyebrow at me. I nod, lifting my hips as she drags the pants off of me. Embarrassment floods me at the sight of my dick tenting my briefs, but that quickly goes away when I hear her sweet little inhale as she stares at my length.
Crystal reaches towards it, her fiery eyes telling me how much she wants me. When she finally makes contact, even though it’s over the top of my underwear, I hiss at the overwhelming sensation. She pets up and down my length, and I throw my head back, luxuriating in the feeling.
A purr rolls out of me unbidden.
Our eyes snap together, but the soothing sound doesn’t slow.
“I thought purrs were only to calm an Omega in cases of distress?” she asks, hand still on my cock and making me ache to thrust into it. “Why does yours sound pleased?”
I shrug, sitting up to run my fingers over the height of her cheekbones. “I am pleased. Your touch is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“I wanna do it again,” she says with a sly grin. “I wonder how loud I can make you purr, baby.” She places her hand on my sternum and pushes me backward again. I go willingly, eager for more of her.
My Omega pulls my briefs down in one smooth movement.
I gasp in shock, feeling exposed but eager for her. My cock is so fucking hard I can hardly stand to keep my hands off of it. But something tells me if I tried to grab myself, she’d stop me.
