Page 151 of Knot All is Crystal
I flatten my tongue and give her a long, slow lick before shortening them and focusing on the bottom of her clit. One hand pulls the skin around it back, exposing the sensitive little bud fully to my ministrations as I trail the other up her body to play with one of her nipples. She’s panting and whining underneath me, making my cock harder than I think it’s ever been in my life. I grind my hips against the plush surface of the nest, trying to get some relief from the ache.
When I pinch her nipple at the same time as I quickly suction her clit into my mouth, she cries out, thrashing. Her feet are planted flat, her knees bent, and her hips buck beneath me as she fists my hair and grinds against my face. I lick and suckle her through her peak until she is whimpering and wiggling in the blankets.
“Still with me, Omega?” I ask her as I crawl up her body.
“Yes, knot, Alpha.” I plaster my lips to hers, and she moans, tongue dragging along my lips as if to capture her taste for herself.
I plant the foot from my injured leg flat on the nest while keeping most of my weight on the knee of my other leg. I stroke the inside of her thighs gently. “Can you present for me?”
Every Alpha has the fantasy of an Omega presenting themselves to them. There is something so erotic about the way her body moves fluidly, on instinct, to expose her sex to me. She stretches her arms over her head, resting her cheek on the nest’s plush surface. The curve of her back, the smooth expanse of skin on her thigh…
She’s the type of perfection people write sonnets about. The kind of beauty that causes wars.
It’s not too far from what actually happened.
She wiggles her ass at me with a whine. “Alphaaaaaa!”
I tap her on the ass lightly, chuckling. “I was admiring your beauty, be patient.” But I don’t make her wait any longer, sliding my tip through her lips, slicking it up before gently pushing inside her. I rest my hands on her lower back as I thrust into her, admiring the way she looks beneath me.
Crystal’s making loads of noise, whining and gasping with every drag of my cock. It’s the prettiest symphony I’ve ever heard, but I’m shocked Maverick is sleeping through it.
“Bite, bite,” she chants, craning her neck to look at me. “Please, Alpha, please. Need your bite, your knot.” I groan, her words making me tense in my lower abdomen, knowing that the moment I claim her, I won’t be able to continue and will lose myself.
As if she’s listening to my thoughts, hearing my hesitation, she groans again. “Bite! Now!”
I barely have a moment to think about where I’m going to bite her before I sink my teeth into the top of her right shoulder. She cries out, pain and ecstasy swirling in her wordless plea.
After a moment, before I have the chance to come and knot her, she slips off of my cock and rolls to her back. I pull one of her legs around my waist and thrust back into her.
I guess she’d be more comfortable facing me while knotted.
She grabs my hand, weaving our fingers together, and pulls our clasped hands to her mouth. She kisses the back of my hand with little, sweet kisses before unlacing our fingers. She smiles at me sweetly before digging her teeth into the webbing between my thumb and index finger.
Pain is the first sensation, then blinding pleasure. I pump my hips rapidly and spill into her, my knot swelling and locking us together. It happens so fast it leaves me light-headed, and I’m panting as I look down at my Omega, who is still licking and kissing the wound she left me.
It’s then that I feel contentment, happiness, and adoration in my chest like a door was just opened. I know they come from Crystal.
From my beautiful, smart, brave Omega.
I lay down and press a kiss to her forehead, and she throws her hands around my neck, pulling me tightly against her chest. “I love you so much, Crystal. So fucking much.”
“Emmanuel,” she coos. She’s practically the only person who uses my full name, and I love how it sounds on her lips. “My sweet Alpha. The calm to my storm.”
Chuckling, I flip us so she’s lying atop me. “This whole pack is a storm,” I muse. “All of us in our own ways.”
“Yeah,” she muses, “but you’re what will hold us all together. I can feel it in here.” When she pats her chest exactly where I feel her, where my pack bond lives, I believe her. “I need your gentleness. Maverick needs your guidance. Gage has needed you his whole life. Puck...”
I snort. “Puck doesn’t need me, but I need him. Sometimes, my anxiety gets the best of me, and he’s the only one of us who can see through that kind of thing.”
“Exactly. We don’t work without each other.” She wiggles down on my knot, and I groan. When I feel amusement bubble up in my chest, I know she did it purposefully. “I love you, Emmanuel. All of you. And I can say that because I’ve seen your brain.”
That gets a full belly laugh out of me. It’s easy to forget that she’s handled all my MRIs and test results since before we met. “It’s a sexy brain, right?”
“The sexiest one I’ve ever seen.”
FIFTY-EIGHT
The phonein my hand feels like a fucking bomb for the way it just exploded everything.
