Page 97 of Knot All is Crystal
Gage turns to face Crystal, asking her a question I’m not paying attention to because his thigh brushes against mine as he does, and my brain kind of whites out at the contact.
He stiffens almost imperceptibly, too.
I haven’t been able to get the image of Crystal coming apart on his lap out of my head. And the fact that it took him over the edge, too?
Mmm. Goddamnit.
A part of me, hiding in the back of my brain, is whispering that Betas have many places in a pack, and they aren’t just for the Omega. That if I wanted to, I could…
“I’m going to take a shower!” I say loudly, jumping to my feet and darting to the bathroom.
Wait, now I have to take a shower.
Naked.
In the hot water.
Alone with my thoughts.
My thoughts that are now going to very inappropriate places.
After everything that happened last night, I shouldn’t be thinking about sex, but I can’t help myself. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to lay my hands on my Omega in that way, and I’m worked up, but it’s not just her I’m thinking about. Gage’s illustrated skin is a starring presence in my thoughts.
The things we could do together to our Omega.
I imagine how we’ll work her over together, bringing her to the brink, leaving her panting and aching for us.
Both of us sliding into her at the same time, the slip of her slick allowing our cocks to glide against one another as her hot cunt grips us together in a vice.
His beard scratching my thighs as I hold his head down, plugging his throat as Crystal bounces on his cock.
I groan, throwing my head back against the wall of the shower as I grip my cock tightly and pump it.
I’ve never had thoughts like this about a man before. I am aware bisexuality exists because I’m not fucking stupid, but I’ve always been firmly team kitty cat until now.
But there’s something about Gage.
I want to make sure he’s comfortable in our pack and taken care of. I love the way our Omega looks in his arms.
And their story makes me want to sob with its beauty.
An Omega with pain and fear in her heart, seeking him out after an incredibly traumatic event to find a way to take control of her body back from a monster.
And a Beta who sees her. He sees through her mask into the ugly, broken parts of her and turns them into something beautiful that lives on her flesh.
Would he see through the mangled bits of my soul, too?
Could he see me for who I am?
I drop my cock, no longer experiencing the feral thread of arousal. Instead, my hand goes to my chest, rubbing my sternum as my feelings threaten to pour out of me in waves.
I don’t know what to do with all of this. What would Crystal think? What would Gage think? He’s given me no indication he’s into me, but fuck maybe he’s just as confused as I am about all of this.
My body slips down to the built-in tub, and the shower sprays hit me awkwardly, but it’s not enough for me to attempt to adjust it.
Can I trust these feelings? Maybe I can’t. Maybe I’m manic, and this is just me getting ready to torpedo a relationship.
I take stock of my body and my mind, searching for the thread that snakes through me when I’m close to having an episode. Sometimes, it feels like my body is vibrating, and I’m moving through life at hyperspeed.
