Page 139 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

“It’s been so long since you had one, hasn’t it? But I have one for you. You just need to be my good boy and turn around. I’m going to make you feel so good. You’re going to purr in my arms.”

“Blaze,” he whines. “This is not…we were supposed to talk…”

“No, you and Roseland talked. And you left. And I didn’t get to say a word, and I was good, and I behaved myself, and I didn’t go grab you by your hair and drag you back down here and fuck you five ways to Sunday, but here you are. How can I possibly let you go?”

In the time it’s taken me to say all that, I’ve gotten rid of my shoes and socks and stepped out of my jeans.

My cock brushes his, and he shudders.

“Blaze, what are you doing?”

I grab his hip and turn him, while he’s still staring at me with glassy eyes.

Even his ass is tattooed.

“One day, when I have enough time, I’m going to trace every single one of these tattoos with my tongue.”

He gasps. I grab handfuls of his ass cheeks and spread him open, looking at that gorgeous pulsing ring.

“Ready?”

He growls, and when I line my cock up, rubbing through the slick that has him soaking, he moans. It’s enough. I watch in possessive adoration as I feed my cock into his grasping hole.

“Blaze!” he moans, tossing his head back.

I pause and then snap my hips forward, slipping into his hot heat easily.

He scratches at the door, but I can feel him pressing back into me.

Daega snarls. He looks over his shoulder.

“You dick.”

I lay my head on his shoulder and lick the skin.

“You’re so pretty.”

I’m going to keep him. Sage said to be patient, and I was. Now, he’s mine. That thought transforms my playful thoughts into something darker. I wrap my arms around his chest, plastering myself to him, so there’s almost no space between us. I was going to fuck him, but I want to do it properly later.

Right now. I just want to own him.

I knot my omega.

He growls, straining and thrusting as I pull him back from the wall, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, marking him again as I come. It’s almost secondary. The main, important thing is making sure he can’t leave me. That he’s mine.

I hold him in my arms near the stairs where I first saw him as he relaxes and slumps in my hold.

“I have you. I’m going to look after you now,” I whisper, stroking his face.

I grin, turning us to face the alphas standing in the doorway of the hidden bunker.

Roseland looks horrified but aroused, while Sage just looks pleased. I glance down at my omega, seeing three bite marks that are bleeding. He’s bruised and covered in hickeys, and he’s almost completely drunk on my knot.

I reach up and squeeze his pec, then tweak his nipple, watching as Roseland and Sage advance slowly towards me.

“Blaze, baby. Is it my turn to mark him yet?” Sage teases.

I growl at him, but that makes my omega flinch, so I cut the noise off. My knot is deflating, and now that I’m soft, it’s getting harder to stay joined, but I don’t want to come out of him.