Page 59 of Knot All is Crystal
I want her to take from me. I want to serve her, to give her everything she could possibly want.
I want to bring her to orgasm over and over until her legs are so weak she can’t hold herself up.
And then I’d fuck her, knot her, bite her, claim her.
Fuck, I want to knot her so badly. I want to see her pale skin contrasting with mine as she lies splayed across me.
I thrust my hips, fucking my fist as I imagine the squeeze of her pussy around my knot, and then I explode, cum drenching my chest and a pained groan ripping out of my throat.
Post-nut clarity leaves me feeling like an asshole for sexualizing my Omega like that, but when I take stock of my body, I have a hard time being mad at the outcome.
Pain level: two.
TWENTY-ONE
“Was that a smart decision?”Paul asks me over lunch.
He peers at me across the table at his favorite Greek restaurant. I’m here at his insistence, not because I want to be. Logically, I know that my best friend is trying to check on me after my depressive episode, but all this succeeds in doing is making me feel like a burden.
An obligation.
“I don’t really care,” I respond with a huff. “It’s done, isn’t it? I’ve got the tattoo. I hope she likes it, but if she doesn’t, I’ll get it covered up.”
“I just don’t know why you went and got a tattoo when you don’t even know her real name!” This is the part that bothers him the most. That I know nothing about my Omega, yet I’m all in.
“I don’t need to know her name. She’s mine. You’ll understand when you meet your Omega.”
Paul scoffs and closes his menu. “Unlikely. You know we’ll never agree on an Omega.”
Paul’s pack doesn’t get along well, and they never have. But they can’t seem to stay apart from one another. He met them in high school, and they’ve stuck together since. Now, nearly thirty, half of them feel the need to settle down with an Omega, and the other half don’t.
“Plus, Jack is exclusively into women, unlike the rest of us. I’m fine exploring all genders, but he’s refusing to even talk to any Omegas that aren’t female.” He sighs, ruffling his blonde hair. “Regardless, we’re not talking about my trainwreck of a pack right now. We’re talking about you.”
The waitress comes up to us with a sour look on her face. “Are you ready to order?”
I peer at her name tag and try to give her a warm smile. “Yeah, Lanie, thanks. I’ll get the falafel.”
“Okay, and you?” She raises an eyebrow at Paul.
“Gyro, please.” She snatches our menus off the table and stalks off. “Well, she’s rude.”
I snicker. “Not like my Omega. Oh my God, Paul, she was so sweet.”
He groans and slams his forehead on the table. “I get it. I know. You have one story to tell of her, and you tell it nonstop. You were both on drugs. There is no telling what she is like when she’s not practically in a heat haze.”
“She’s wonderful. I don’t need to know anything more than that. She’s so cute, with purple and blue hair, a little pink from the faded dye, and the tiniest little nose. I’m just so lucky.”
“Purple hair?” he questions, half distracted by something behind me.
“Yeah, well, blue and purple.”
“Like that?” He points, and I turn around slowly, my jaw dropping because my Omega is at the hostess stand waiting to be seated.
I’m out of my chair before I can blink, rushing towards her. She sees me and takes a step back, crashing into an Alpha. He grabs her around the arms. “You okay, Crystal?”
Crystal.
Her name is Crystal. It suits her perfectly. She’s a gem. Beautiful. Rare. Delicate.
