Page 112 of Knot All is Crystal
With his words, the images in my head morph, and I imagine what it would feel like to have his hands on me, his lips…
“Fuck, yeah, okay, that’s hot.” I groan, shifting to hide the semi I’m sporting. “All of it.”
“Right?” His eyes flick to my crotch, proving I didn’t hide a thing from him. “I don’t know, man, I just think there’s something there. Not just sexually, even though, holy fuck, I wanna try that. But emotionally, too. When I see you two together, I want you to look at me that way.”
A flush darkens my cheeks, and I have to look away from the intensity of his eyes.
Who knew that tattooing Crystal would lead to so much happening in my life? It started as a couple of snakes and flowers on a sad Omega, and now I’m in a pack and having a bisexual awakening?
Mind-boggling.
But am I bisexual, or am I just into Maverick? I’ve never felt this way about a guy, so maybe it’s just him, his massive personality, and how he has taken care of me from the beginning. No one has ever cared as much about maintaining a gluten-free environment before.
My stomach twists. What if when I kiss him, it’s super uncomfortable, and I realize that this was one of those things better left in fantasy?
The couch dips next to me when he joins me. I startle at the movement.
I wasn’t expecting him to get so close.
“Hey.” His voice is rough, and his brow is furrowed. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”
I clear my throat, shaking my head vehemently. “No, not at all. I was just thinking.” He hums melodically under his breath but doesn’t say anything. He crowds me, our arms pressing against one another.
We sit silently until I groan and throw my head back. “Can you just kiss me, Mav? Like kiss me, and let’s see what comes of this. We could be talking this to death, and then you kiss me, and you hate my beard and-”
He cuts me off with his lips on me.
They’re surprisingly soft.
And big.
He has a massive mouth.
How did I not notice this before?
I feel the tension bleed out of my body as I melt against the desperate press of his lips against mine. He tastes like the soda he was drinking, and his tongue tentatively brushes against my lips. I part mine reflexively.
A wave of arousal is settling in my stomach, weighing me down on the couch. When Mav snakes a hand to the back of my neck and yanks me closer to him, I finally accept that this isn’t just a passing fancy.
This is a very real attraction to the Alpha.
He rips his lips from mine with a groan and throws his head back. A noticeable bulge has grown in the front of his pants, matching mine, and I can’t yank my eyes from it.
What would it feel like to touch it?
Is jerking someone else off the same as jerking myself off? I mean, logistically? Like, I’m sure he likes it at a different pressure or whatever, but the motions are the same, right? Especially if he’s sitting beside me, because then my hand is in the same position as when I jerk off. But if he’s in front of me, do I need to do a weird little wrist twist?
Is there a “Hey, it turns out I’m bisexual, and I’m not sure what to do with a dick that isn’t mine” for dummies book? That’d be helpful right about now.
Tension lies over us like a blanket, both of us so aware of the arousal sparking in the air between us.
It’s broken by a text chime from my phone.
Crystal
Hey, I’m going to be like twenty minutes late coming home.
Everything okay?
