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Horny Margot had entered the building.
“I’m told that my scent is very enticing, and my slick is particularly, er, flavourful,” I replied eventually, my cheeks burning. It was like the omega gods had given me a consolation prize for my lack of looks—a particularly delicious pussy.
Lucky me.
Kit blinked at me. “How the fuck are you single?”
“You’re cute.” I laughed because I’d cry if I didn’t. Because being a good fuck with more-ish slick didn’t make up for my lack of looks, and everyone knew it.
Violet’s back was to Nico, and he leaned over her to cup her breasts through her dress, kneading and squeezing until twin wet spots appeared, turning the pale grey fabric a charcoal colour. As always, they’d attracted a crowd, and Violet was panting as she performed for them, mouth open and eyes unfocused.
“Do you like watching them?” Kit’s voice was a soft murmur in my ear but with the faintest hint of danger to it. Like a loving caress from the blade of a knife.
Was he jealous?
“I don’t like or dislike it. I don’t get off on it, if that’s what you’re asking.”
He hummed, the hem of my dress inching a little higher, and with a mild cramp, I felt the gusset of my impractical lace knickers grow wet.
Kit stiffened, his hand freezing in place and his nostrils flaring. I attempted to stand, not entirely sure how to read his reaction, but his hand pinned me in place, fingers now splayed over my thigh, his thumbalmostclose enough to feel the damp fabric for himself.
It wasn’t helping with the horniness, that was for fucking sure. I was barely stopping myself from begging him to shift his hand higher, to cup my pussy beneath my dress like he fucking owned me.
Instincts. Just instincts.
“I thought you didn’t get off on watching them,” he growled, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smellincredible.”
“I promise, this has everything to do with you and nothing to do with them.” I was breathing like I’d run a marathon, locking my muscles so that I didn’t languish all over him with my thighs spread and ready, a willing omega, desperate for a knot.
Kit used his grip on my thigh to roughly pull me up against him, his hard cock digging into my ass cheek. “Andthishas everything to do with you. So what are we going to do about it?”
Kit could have yanked my knickers aside and sat me on his cock, and I’d have moaned in gratitude, not questioning anything about it until I was well and truly sated. That he was forcing us both to talk about it first was very level-headed and deeply attractive.
On the other hand, why did we need to discuss it? My vagina was in the driver’s seat, and my vagina was ready now.
“Margot,” he chided, giving my thigh a quick squeeze. I was pretty sure my eyes rolled back in my head. “What are we going to do about it?”
“Our regular arrangement is on hold for the night,” I rasped. “We can do whatever we want to do.”
Kit hummed, pressing his mouth to my shoulder. “A lazy answer, and we both know it. You cancelled our arrangement.”
Omegas didn’t growl like alphas. Mostly we whined to get what we wanted, but we certainlycouldgrowl, especially if someone we cared about was being threatened or our territory wasn’t being respected. Neither of those things was true at that moment, but I growled anyway, as fierce as a furious kitten.
Kit shook with silent laughter, his thumb resuming those circles that perhaps he thought were soothing but were actually maddening.
“I’m sorry, omega. I didn’t mean to tease. Will you let me take care of you? Will you let me tend to this sweet, needy cunt?” The question was a sweet plea and a growled command all at once.
I choked my own saliva. “Yes, please.”
“Such a sweet omega.” Kit dropped a featherlight kiss on my shoulder before pushing his skewed glasses back up his nose. “As much as I don’t want to think about what you usually do at these parties, you need to tell me what your comfort levels are. Do you like to perform like Nico and Violet?”
“I keep all the important bits covered if I’m in one of the shared spaces. If you want to… you know, under my dress, I wouldn’t mind.”
“But then everyone will smell that delicious slick of yours.”
I managed a nod. “Well, yes. It’s usually people’s favourite thing about me at these parties.”
“I don’t care about them.” Kit stood, easily taking me with him and setting me on my feet, an arm around my waist to keep me steady. “Let’s go somewhere private, I want you to take the dress off.”
