Page 150 of Knot All is Crystal
In retrospect, maybe a more attentive parent would have taken him to the doctor to have that checked out. I wonder if it was a symptom of his gluten intolerance.
But now that I’ve fucked our Omega at the same time as him, I need to accept that he’s grown. It won’t be an easy adjustment, but we’ll figure it out.
“Nest,” he grumbles, pulling a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water from the fridge door. “Where’s Puck?”
“He’s in Crystal’s room talking to Pack Lupine before things get too crazy. To ensure they won’t need him and that he can focus on our Omega.” Will I ever get tired of saying that I have an Omega?
I don’t think I will. Whenever I think of her, I get a warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest.
He drains the glass and refills it. “Cool, cool. You’re up in there. Maverick is asleep, and I need to confirm that Trina is good to care for Burger for a few days and get him over there. Do you need me to pick up anything?”
“My meds, please. I really should start keeping a pill case here.” Who knows if my daily med does much, but I’m too afraid to go off of it for the risk of my migraines getting worse. “And I guess some clothes?”
“We’re not going to be wearing much clothing,” Gage says with a snort of a laugh. “But sure. I should go get Mav’s meds, too.” He disappears into the nest and comes back fully clothed, patting me on my back as he grabs his keys off the hook by the door. “Distract her so she doesn’t notice I’m missing, ‘kay?”
With the last of the groceries put away, I slink into the tiny nest. My Omega is naked, hair plastered to her face and neck with sweat, with an equally nude Maverick resting his head on her chest. She peeks open one eye, and a sleepy smile stretches her lips.
“Hey, Alpha,” she whispers. “Need you.”
I kneel next to her, doing my best to extract her from beneath the other Alpha gently. He snorts and falls off her, rolling to his other side and curling up, still asleep. Once free, she crawls into my lap, immediately feeding her hands under my shirt and plastering her palms on my chest.
They’re burning up.
“Hey, Omega,” I say, burying my face in the crook of her neck and getting a hit of that cool peppermint scent that I can’t get enough of straight from the source. “How are you feeling?”
“Need you,” she whines again, digging her fingertips into my skin. “Need your knot.”
It’s impossible not to get turned on by her words, her scent. It’s overwhelming, blanketing the nest in her desire. My cock aches in my boxers enough that I don’t even notice the lingering pulsating of the gunshot wound on my thigh. I fucked her just a few hours ago, but you’d think it’d been years.
“How do you want me?” I ask as I pull off my shirt. She immediately pushes me backward and starts licking and kissing my chest.
“Purr, Alpha,” she says against my skin. My chest immediately starts rattling in response, and her sweet little purr answers mine.
I prop myself on my elbows to watch as she kisses down my sternum to my belly button and then runs her tongue over the top of my boxers. She growls like a kitten and paws at them clumsily. When she starts to pull them off, they get caught on my injured leg, and I yelp.
“No!” she cries, immediately backing away from me. “I hurt you!”
“It’s okay, Omega,” I soothe, adjusting myself to pull the boxers off without much pain. “They’re off, see?” I hold them up and let her watch as I toss them across the nest. She tracks their path with her eyes before she returns to me, leaning down to place a kiss next to the bandage on my leg.
She’s more lucid than I expected while in heat, but I’m not complaining. Especially not when she crawls up my body, places a searing kiss on my lips, and whispers, “Let me take care of you.”
In seconds, she’s got me flat on my back again and my shaft in her hand. She strokes me so gently that the anticipation of more almost hurts. It’s not enough, never enough, and I need more.
My hips thrust into her hand, and she rewards me with a tight squeeze as she leans down to suck my head into her mouth. My eyes roll back in my head, and my breaths quicken as I feel her warm tongue circle me, toying with me as she keeps up her punishingly slow strokes.
I want to touch her. To please her. Her scent is overwhelming, and I know slick must be dripping from her. I want to taste it.
My desire for her is so strong it’s overriding the pleasure she’s giving me. I can’t focus on it.
Pulling myself out of her grip to loud protests, I crowd her up against a stack of pillows. “Omega,” I growl, unable to keep my eyes off her heaving breasts. “Don’t you ache for me? Isn’t your pussy crying for my tongue, my fingers, my cock?”
She whines, nodding rapidly as her wide eyes stare at my mouth.
“Then why are you teasing me, making me smell all that slick, and not letting me taste you?”
“Please, Alpha,” she pants, sprawling herself backward and spreading her thighs. “I want it, I want it, I need it.”
Satisfaction curls in my belly, and I kiss her softly on the nose. “Your wish is my command, mi amor.” I waste no time, dropping between her spread thighs and running my nose up her slit. Her scent relieves the pressure that always lingers in my head and allows me to focus entirely on her desires.
