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I made an undignified sound of agreement, a noise I’d never heard myself make in my life, throwing my head back and letting the wave of pleasure consume me. My pussy contracted around Kit’s cock, and he let out a low alpha growl that had all my nerves tingling, his entire body stiffening. With an effort so agonising, I could see it in his face, Kit pulled almost the full way out, just the tip buried in my pussy as he came, his knot swelling in his hand.
Don’t growl, I told myself, trying to ignore the visceral reaction I was having tonotbeing knotted. The fact that Kit looked like he was suffering more than I did—roughly massaging his knot while he bit down hard on his lower lip—made me feel somewhat placated.
I released his shirt, pushing his hand out of the way so I could wrap mine around his knot, squeezing it in a poor imitation of what my pussy would feel like.
Kit watched me work before lifting hooded eyes to meet my gaze, and I almost came again from that look alone. When his fingers traced my inner thigh, I gladly took the excuse to break eye contact, looking down as he oh-so-slowly pushed the cum I was leaking back inside me.
Oh, Margot. You are in so much trouble.
Chapter 12
Kitreluctantlydisappearedtograb my bag and some towels from the communal pile—omega problems—and I did my best to calm my breathing and get my wild emotions under control—not an easy feat in a confined space that reeked of our coupling.
I’d had sex with Kit.
Greatsex.
Sex that I very much wanted to have again.
Shit.
Obviously, it didn’t mean anything. That went without saying. This was clearly a one-off.
Best if I just forgot about this entire thing.
Kit slipped through the laundry door, laden down with supplies. “The downstairs shower is free if you want to make a run for it?”
I pasted on my most unbothered smile and gestured at the puddle I was sitting in. He snorted, setting a towel down on a clean patch of counter and then lifting me around the waist like I weighed nothing and plonking me down on it.
Blushing something fierce, I did my best to discreetly clean myself up while he tackled the counter, grabbing a lemon-scented bleach cleaner from the shelf and hiding the evidence of what we’d been up to in here. Bryce and Kane always had a cleaning crew through the house the next day, but all of us guests tried to be as considerate as possible with our bodily fluids. That was just basic decency.
The moment he was done, Kit shouldered my bag and scooped me up bridal-style—towel still in place—ignoring my protests as he carried me through the blessedly empty kitchen to the downstairs guest bathroom.
“Okay, well, thanks,” I mumbled as he put me down in the tiled walk-in shower. I hurriedly turned the water on, careful to avoid the cold spray. “I’ll just meet you out there?”
Kit frowned, standing at the edge of the glass partition.
“Unless you want to shower too,” I tacked on, realisation suddenly hitting me. “Of course you do, you reek of me.”
The night was young, and the party was just getting started. No other omega out there was going to touch him with a barge pole while he smelled so strongly of my slick.
I dropped the towel and peeled off my silk dress, handing both of them to Kit when he held his hand out, before stepping into the shower and angling the spray of water down so I didn’t ruin my hair and makeup.
“I don’t want to wash off your scent,” Kit muttered, still standing at the edge of the shower, watching as I pumped a generous dollop of unscented body wash into the palm of my hand. “Ireallydon’t want to. Why is that?”
I blinked at him before turning away to wash between my thighs with some modicum of privacy. “I’m not sure, Kit. Maybe it’s just been a while? Don’t answer that, I’ll start growling, and it’s embarrassing.”
That wiped the confusion off his face, a smug smirk replacing it.
“Or maybe you just like my scent.” I shrugged, finishing my rapid-fire wash before someone else needed the bathroom. “As you’ve pointed out, I smell glorious.”
Like a vanilla-scented cock sleeve, custom-made for an alpha’s knot.
I’d been joking, but Kit growled out a sound of approval. “Yes, you do.”
I snatched up the clean towel he was holding out, my face so hot I was probably melting off my makeup, drying my body and moving around him to get clean clothes out of my bag.
Usually, I didn’t get to the shower-and-change point until the early hours of the morning when I was ready to get home. The comfy grey track pants and slouchy black knit sweater weren’t party clothes, they were leaving clothes.
