Page 16 of Knot My MC
I picture those gorgeous eyes blowing wide as my knot stretches and fills her.
A startled yelp fills the air and a burst of vanilla and sugar perfumes through the room. I’d give anything to watch her trembling, to watch her come undone and to see the slick covering her cunt. My cock pulses, warning me I’m pushing too far.
I’ve put everything at risk.
I turn my head to the side and bite my forearm, focusing on the sharp stab of pain as Kiki mewls and screams and fucks herself into a mumbling mess. Pressing hard into the floor, I beg my dick to calm down. My teeth clench a little harder, nearly breaking skin.
Kiki comes in a glory of shouts and bucks, the bed above me dipping and creaking until her whimpers subside and the only sound filling the air is her panting breaths. She’s satisfied for now, but I could give her so much more than that toy. An omega needs a knot.
I pinch my eyes shut and remind myself how fucked up this situation is. I remind myself of the promise I made to keep her safe. That is the thing that keeps me frozen under the bed with my teeth clamping down on my arm until she slides off the bed and kicks her clothes toward the laundry basket.
Kiki heads into her bathroom and the shower turns on. I wait until I hear the curtain pull closed before crawling out from under the bed. Her sheets are a mess and despite myself, I lean down and press my nose to where she lay, breathing in deeply, purring as a tiny speck of wetness coats my nose.
Standing, I lift a finger and swipe up the slick and taste it.
Like fucking ambrosia.
I take a step toward the door, but stop and glance at the bathroom.
Don’t,a voice of reason whispers through my mind.
The whisper of rationality is met with an almost uncontrollable urge to revolt.
I’ve already come this far to torture myself, what’s a little more? I’d be breaking more rules, but that’s what I’m good at. It’d be risking even more, but when the adrenaline surges, my feet carry me forward.
Pressing my forehead to the trim, I slowly twist the knob, taking a shuddering breath. My chest expands and I hold it, easing the door open a centimeter. If I were to look in a mirror, I have no doubt my pupils are dilated. I open it a little farther, nostrils flaring as I inhale the Kiki scented steam. I let myself have an inch, peering through and thanking whatever deity for her nearly transparent shower curtain. I can make out faint outlines of her body.
My grip tightens on the metal knob.
This was definitely a mistake.
Drawing up more self-control than I ever thought I possessed, I make myself close the door. I make myself leave her room. I force myself to slip out undetected, without a sound or trace except for the stolen thongs weighing heavy in my pocket.
I take fifty steps away from her. A hundred. Another hundred and then I tuck myself into an alley and hide within the shadows, pulling out my cock and wrapping that delicate silky fabric around myself.
The material is soft enough I can imagine it’s Kiki wrapped around me. I drop my head back against the brick fence, mouth falling open as I replay each and every sound she made. Grunting, I stroke myself a little faster, a little rougher, until my dick gives a hard jerk. I slide her underwear up to my tip and let my cum spurt into the material, soaking it. Drenching it with my scent.
My heart pounds as I come down from the high of doing what’s objectively wrong. It’s creepy to steal her underwear, but I don’t give a damn.
I’ll take whatever I can get until I can see her again, until I can dare her to do something dangerous and share in the exhilaration of wondering if we’ll make it out alive.
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The pencils in my backpack jostle and I drop into a squat, cursing myself for thinking I’d be able to slip into her room undetected. Kiki rolls over in her bed and mumbles something, not fully waking up. I hold my breath and wait until her breathing evens out again before slowly rising and walking toward where she sleeps.
Pulling out my phone, I turn on the flashlight at the lowest setting so I can see her. I point the light toward the ground and let the soft glow bathe her from afar. Her blonde hair is a mess, the strap of her little black tank top has slipped down her shoulder, and her pale pink lips are slightly parted. I take a mental picture, memorizing the contours, the slope of her nose, the arch of her top lip, the sharp angles of her eyebrows.
I wish I could see her eyes again. Those vivid blues haunt my dreams, reminding me of how much I’ve lost night after night.
“Kiki,” I breathe, voice barely audible.
She doesn’t stir.
It’s for the best, still, I find myself reaching for her, almost touching her. I want to see the depth of her irises. Every time I try to capture them, something doesn’t feel right. The light or the color or… it’s wrong.
Maybe it’s because no matter how hard I try to draw her likeness, nothing will ever quite steal my breath the way she can. Pack are supposed to wait to be assigned an omega, but that’s something that’s never interested us. We already know exactly who we need.
