Page 144 of Knot All is Crystal
“Anything off the table?” Emmanuel asks, getting us back on track. “Anything you don’t like, don’t want to do?”
I suck on my teeth, thinking honestly. I appreciate Emmanuel’s desire to get my full consent to ensure we’re all on the same page before we dive into this. I rub my neck, wincing at the memory of Kieran’s hands on me. “No choking. No impact play, either. No degradation.” My face heats, and I duck my head, not wanting to look any of them in the eye. “Honestly, guys, with everything that’s happened, it’s gonna have to be pretty vanilla. Emotionally, I don’t think I can handle…”
“Oh no, poor us, we have to worship our Omega, piling affection, attention, and praise on her.” Maverick throws his hand over his head, swooning onto the floor of the nest. “How will we ever survive such horrific deprivation?”
Snorting, I nudge him with my big toe until he peeks an eye from under his hand. “You don’t mind that I’m not into all kinds of crazy stuff in bed?”
“You’re not into it now,” he says with a shrug before grabbing my foot and lightly kneading the sole as I use Emmanuel for support. “But even if you never are, I don’t care. I love you, not what you do in the bedroom.”
My chest tightens, and my eyes start to burn. “You love me?”
“Cherry bomb, I am so fucking in love with you that I want to give you my kidney just so that I can be inside you forever.”
It takes a moment for his words to sink in. That’s not the type of romantic declaration I expected the first time a man told me he loved me, but Maverick isn’t like any other man.
The sentiment is so perfectly him that my cheeks heat, and I drop to my knees, pressing my body against his.
“I love you, too,” I whisper against his lips before I push ours together. “I love you in the way that sunflowers love the sun. I will always turn to you.”
His hands wrap around my lower back as he groans and pulls me tight against his pelvis. I hear whispers from the others, and in the back of my mind, I notice the metallic smell of Emmanuel’s blood lessen. He must’ve left the room.
“You have to be naked too,” I pant against Maverick’s mouth. “Please.”
He sits us up awkwardly, and I balance on his lap as he rips his shirt off. I shuffle to my knees so he can pull his loose shorts down before settling back on his bare skin. His cock is hard already. I rock against it, letting it slide through my slit, teasing both of us at the same time.
Maverick buries his face in the crook of my neck, groaning as he scents me. “You smell so good.” His voice is gravelly and raw. “Smells like mine. Mine, mine mine,” he chants, reminding me of our first time together. His fingers slip between my thighs, running through the slick that is dripping from me. “All this slick, and all for me. Because you’re made for me.”
Before I can respond, I’m on my back, Maverick on top of me, arms braced on either side of my head. He’s got a wide, wild smile, and his hair is already sticking out in every direction. He dips his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and I palm the back of his head reflexively. He moans against my flesh, his movements clumsy as he’s overwhelmed by desire.
He rises on his knees after laving both of my nipples with attention, grabbing my hips, and pulling me close to him. “I’m sorry, cherry bomb, but I have to be inside you right now. I need you. I can’t wait.”
“Don’t wait,” I reply.
He doesn’t.
Maverick fills me with one smooth movement, and my body melts under him. Memories of our first time together assault me, of the fear and sadness I felt along with the pleasure.
I was convinced that would be the only moment I got with this incredible Alpha.
And now he’s above me, in my nest, thrusting his cock deep inside me and ready to take my bite.
“Bite, Omega. Bite, bite, bite,” he chants, just like he did all those weeks ago.
“Yes, Alpha,” I say through a soft moan, taking his face in my hand. “Bite. Make me yours.”
His brown eyes soften, his pouty mouth frozen in shock, like he expected me to turn him down after everything we’ve been through. “Really?” He stops moving, dropping down to press his body flush against mine while still inside me.
“Maverick, quit second-guessing yourself,” I admonish softly. “I’m not going to reject you. I’m never going to reject you again.”
Tears well in his eyes, and I can’t stand it anymore.
I can’t stand him not being mine for one more second.
I grab his arm and bite right on the top of his forearm, where everyone will see it when he’s mixing tracks for a set.
Where he will always be able to look down and remember that he is mine and I am his.
He cries out, but I cannot tell if it’s in joy, pain, or ecstasy. A moment later, I feel a sharp pain radiating from my bicep and look down to see Maverick clamped onto it. He pulls away, and whatever science or magic it is that ties us together lights up.
