Page 68 of Tying the Knot
Arriving back homeafter some seriously shady dealings with recording the meeting between Elijah, Kaleb and Pierce with Morgan in attendance, I didn’t need words. The picture will be more than enough for Adam to hit the roof and once the Happs’s disintegrate and start accusing each other of God knows what betrayal, they will lose sight of the bigger picture. However, as shady as this business is, it’s not going to be anywhere near as dark as what I’m almost certain Blackstock will do once he finds out who grassed him up. I’m not even going to warn them; just let the cards fall where they may.
It's tough shit, as far as I’m concerned. They made their beds, and now they can lie in them and all the other cheesy cliches that fit this situation.
Entering the house, I hear laughter and chatter coming from the kitchen. I smile and feel a warmth and contentment settle over me. Usually, it’s doom and gloom silence with everyone in their own rooms or sneaking into the kitchen for a quick dinner before resuming their solitude. It’s not that we don’t like each other’s company; it’s more that we never had anything to glue us together, really. We had nights where we’d stay up talking or watching films, but not every night, and fewer since the omega issue started becoming a problem that Elijah wouldn’t fix. I get it now, though.
Totally, one hundred per cent.
He was waiting forthe one. He was waiting for Morgan.
Smiling, I shove the kitchen door open and see her sitting on the kitchen island in my black tee that she took from the washer the other day. And only that. Her shapely legs are crossed at the knee as Kaleb feeds her Doritos and salsa while Dylan cracks open a bottle of beer for her. We have dude food. At some point we are going to have to go shopping to buy some food she wants.
“Hi,” she says brightly, seeing me first as she is facing my way. “You’re late to the party.”
“But I’m here now,” I point out, knowing that she has been with both Dylan and Kaleb since they arrived home. I can smell the mingle of scents, not to mention the apparent case of undress that she and Kaleb are sporting. She has her hair tied up in a high ponytail, which shows off a bite that I’m pretty sure Dylan gave to her. Kaleb wouldn’t have done that outside of her heat, nor before Elijah. I flick my gaze to Dylan and discover that she bit him too.
“Lots been going on here,” I murmur.
“Catch up time,” she says so seductively my cock springs to attention. “Just you and me. Is that okay?”
I gape at her. “Okay? Jesus, woman. More than okay. I need it.”
She giggles. “Good, now come here and kiss me. I want to taste that rainforest scent.”
I approach her slowly as Kaleb and Dylan back off. I’m grateful for the alone time. I was hoping for it. “And I want my shirt back.”
She shocks me by reaching for the hem and pulling it over her head to expose her magnificent tits.
“Wow,” I growl, practically launching myself at her.
She opens her legs as I dive between them to cup her face and kiss her, the heat of anticipation radiating through my body. Words…who needs them? Kisses. That’s all I need from her right now. Kisses and her soft body pressed to mine.
Her chocolate-orange scent lingers in the air, and the tension of the moment suddenly overwhelms me.
She looks at me, her gaze bright green and intense, her eyes full of longing. I can feel her desire, and it stirs something deep within me. Slowly, I edge closer to her, her hands resting on mine as our lips barely brush.
The kiss is like a deep embrace, one that I want to last for an eternity. Our mouths move in perfect harmony, our tongues exploring each other's. My hands tangle in her hair. I feel her body quiver beneath my touch.
The world outside melts away, and the only thing that matters is us, locked in an embrace that has my cock raging against my pants, desperate to be inside her. But I don’t want to stop kissing her. It’s more intimate. I’ve never been big on kissing. The omegas I took during the ruts weren’t there for kisses and intimacy. They were there for my knot, nothing more. I know it hurt some of them, because they wanted it, but to me, kissing is reserved for the omega you wish to pledge your life to. Morgan is the one. My heart races, and my breath is coming in shallow pants as I move my hands from her hair across her body.
I trail my fingers down her neck and feel my skin heat up when she runs her hands under my shirt. I continue my journey, caressing her curves and exploring her body. She gasps when my hands move over her hips, my fingers tracing circles of pleasure across her skin.
Eventually, I draw back so I can move my mouth down her body, sending shivers of pleasure throughout her. I’m tense with anticipation as my tongue circles around her nipples, and my hands move further down to explore her inner thighs. I tease her, causing sparks of heat that make her body tremble.
I bury my fingers deeper inside her. My core heats up with desire. I drop to my knees and bury my head between her legs. I need to taste her. My hands move her body in time with the thrusts from my tongue, ensuring she feels the pressure inside her increasing with each stroke.
Her pleasure mounts, and finally, with a passionate cry, she releases her climax, her body shaking as the waves of pleasure sweep through her.
“Nik!” she cries out.
Groaning, I taste her slick, coating my tongue with it. Breaking away from her, I rise, looking at her with a smouldering intensity that sets our hearts on fire. She returns it when I lean forward and scoop her up in my arms, carrying her out of the kitchen and into the dining room. I lie her down on the cool wooden surface of the 8-seater table and experience a thrill of anticipation as her eyes rove over my body. I strip off quickly so I’m as naked as she is, eager to be inside her. She looks up at me, unable to contain the desire that burns within her. I want to pleasure her some more with my tongue, but time is running out if I want to knot her. And I do. Fuck me, I do. I need it.
I lower myself on top of her. She gasps as I press my body into hers and begin to trail kisses along her neck. I feel the heat of her breath and shiver in delight.
She writhes beneath me in pleasure. My mouth finds one of her nipples, teasing and tantalising as I kiss and suck each in turn. Morgan moans with pleasure, her body arching against me as my lips move over the ripe peaks, begging me to bite them. Elijah already has. He staked his claim on her probably because he knew he couldn’t mate with her yet. I want to wait. I want the moment to be right, and as much as this is perfect in its intensity, her heat has all but faded, and my semi-rut is flittering away.
Morgan lets out a loud moan and thrusts her hips against me, wanting more and more of my touch. I smile against her skin and plough into her pussy with my rock-hard cock, sending her over the edge of pleasure and into a blissful, undulating sea of ecstasy.
She purrs loudly, bucking on the hard table underneath her as I slam into her, forcing her climax to the surface again. I need it to happen quickly now. I need the knot inside her.
