Page 36 of Omega Island
A knot.
When had I last knotted? Three years ago? Longer? I couldn’t remember. I’d been quite sexually active, but the knotting episodes were rarer even with omegas in heat.
I grunted, lifting my head from Senta’s chest, meeting his eyes.
His eyebrows rose. “Is that a knot?”
“Sorry. Sorry, I can pull out carefully.”
“No.” He still had his legs wrapped about my waist. He let out a laugh and lifted his chin to me. “I’m in heat. I want it so badly I can’t see straight!”
I joined in laughing. It was the first time we both actually laughed together, really smiling.
“It feels incredible.” I rolled my eyes back, pressing my lips tight.
“You feel incredible to me, too,” he replied.
He grabbed my shoulders and leaned up. His breath mixed with mine. I nodded my head forward and before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips met mine.
He pulled back, dark-misted eyes studying me. Then he leaned in and kissed me again, hard enough to push my lips apart.
I groaned, opened my mouth to his and we fell back on the pillows together, locked by my knot in his heat, tongues touching, pushing, thrashing in unchecked desire. I held his head in my hands, my fingers scraping across the back of his neck where the fringe of his hair pressed satiny against my palm and wrist.
His palms cupped my face, thumbs rubbing along my cheekbones over and over, a gentle claiming. I had the hugest fantasy that I wanted to sink right into him, my whole body, skin, bone, muscles, all of it merging with him until we were one being never to part.
I thrust gently, the knot keeping me close inside him, and he groaned into my mouth.
As my knot swelled to full proportion, I began to orgasm into him over and over until I was spinning. Only Senta kept me grounded, holding me to him with his strong grip. His omega need for my body made me want to be everything I could for him, even give him my heart if he asked.
I heard him speak.
“Push hard. Knot me. Knot me, my alpha.”
My alpha?As unexpected as that was, I loved that phrase. I wished he meant it. I wanted nothing more than to be his alpha in this moment. And maybe longer.
I had no muscle strength left at this time, my cock throbbing inside him, filling him up with my seed, but I tried to push deeper.
Senta popped his hips up and down and that was enough to send us both moaning in unison, careening into greater pleasure.
His inner walls spasmed around me. Between us, his own release spurted damp and hot.
We barely knew each other. I’d been careful, so careful around him. He’d been straight-forward about his heat but impersonal at first, giving the impression he wanted to handle it himself.
The brightest lightning strike of pleasure blinded my inner vision as I realized neither of us had come to this casually. It had been through need and caring. Now I wanted more and I knew I was getting myself into another tangled knot I hoped I would survive.
My knot continued to pound my veins with endorphins, scattering me like sea foam on the shore of this man. He strained against me. Our mouths met again and again. I could no longer call this fucking. This was passion.
We twisted in each other’s arms. Senta’s legs squeezed around me as we rolled to our sides. The pleasure grew higher, which I didn’t think possible.
We rolled again until he was on top, but he didn’t seem to like that and rolled us again.
He was insatiable and I lost track of time.
When I finally felt the knot give a final release and begin to deflate, my senses returned.
A light rain pattered the roof. The air smelled salty and cool. Senta was a dark figure, smooth and hard, curled in my arms. I still tasted his kisses like raw sugar on my lips.
My cock softened and with a gentle tug I pulled out of him, the sound of slick squishing between us.
