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Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him put down his backpack and remove his glasses with care before discarding his t-shirt with much less caution.
“You want me like this?” Kit murmured, his hand ghosting over the curve of my hip before giving my ass a firm squeeze. Fortunately, that appeared to be the full extent of his questioning when presented with an eager omega positioned as though she was in heat. With a firm hand in the centre of my back, pushing me forward, Kit thrust into me in one smooth motion, knocking the air from my lungs and every logical thought I had out of my brain.
There was nothing but us, but this. But a strong, confident alpha and a needy, willing omega. We were safe within the walls of my apartment, there was no risk of being interrupted.
His knot was mine for the taking, and we both knew it.
“Margot,” Kit groaned, shifting his grip to my hips, his fingers digging possessively into my skin. “You feel so good, so perfect.”
I threw my hips back against him, using him to get myself off before I did something embarrassingly stupid likecry. Why did he have to compliment me so much?
“That’s it,” Kit encouraged, his voice a low growl. “So eager, my omega.”
My movements faltered at the endearment, but he blessedly took over, slamming me back against him, fucking me the way that any good omega wanted to be fucked—in a way that pleased their alpha. Unlike last night’s clandestine tryst in the laundry room, this time Kit wasloud. Every masculine groan of satisfaction seemed to travel down my spine, sending consistent jolts of pleasure to my clit.
I bit down on the top of the sofa cushion as I found my release, clenching tightly around Kit’s cock as he surged forward, his knot rapidly expanding, stretching me to the point of discomfort. Right as it became too much and I wondered if I could actually bear it, he shifted forward, locking us together, and suddenly that thick bulge was inexactlythe right place.
With a mewling gasp, I was shuddering my way through another orgasm, this one slightly more soul-shattering than the last. Whatever that magical spot he was pressing against—one that none of my knot-shaped toys had ever reached—it seemed to have the added side-effect of destroying the wall I was valiantly trying to keep up between us. There were no barriers when we were connected like this.
Thank all the high powers in the universe that I’d turned around. I hated to think what he’d see in my eyes right now—I was barely holding back a strange and very unwanted bout of tears.
“I didn’t think this through,” Kit said regretfully, sounding winded. “Hold on, I’m going to move us.”
I braced myself as he banded his arms around my middle, gently guiding us backwards so he was lying on the sofa, and I was sprawled on top of him, staring up at the ceiling as a steady wave of orgasms dragged me under, making my vision waver.
With the knot in place, only a small trickle of slick escaped, but I could feel how much my body was producing with each rush of pleasure. I was going to need to drink several litres of water after this.
“You’re incredible, Margot,” Kit rasped, planting his feet flat on the sofa so I was cradled by his bent knees, taking some of the strain off my spine. “Give me another one,” he demanded, his middle finger finding my clit with perfect accuracy, circling my hypersensitive nerves with just the right amount of pressure.
I grabbed his forearm, nails digging hard into his skin, not entirely sure if I was holding him in place or pulling him away. There wasn’t anywhere to really brace myself, and I ended up squirming all over him like a worm, using his body to ground me when I felt like I was going to float away.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Kit murmured, smoothing my hair back off my forehead with his free hand and pressing a kiss to my temple. “You’re doing so good. So good. Relax, I have you.”
I didn’t realise I’d been tensing until he told me to relax. I slumped over top of him like an omega blanket, catching my breath as my pussy continued to occasionally spasm around Kit’s knot, wringing a few more gentle orgasms out of me as my eyes drifted shut. His scent had thoroughly blended with mine, drenching every inch of the room. I was going to have to air out the flat for days or risk turning into a horny, emotional mess each time I stepped foot in the door.
“Are you still with me?” Kit murmured eventually, one hand resting just below my belly button, the other still playing absently with my hair.
“Hm? Yes, of course.” Where else could I be? Our bodies were literally stuck together.
“Sorry for the, uh, abrupt visit.”Now? He wanted to chat now?“I didn’t sleep. I think my instincts were rebelling at the idea of leaving you alone after… last night.”
“Oh. You needn’t have worried,” I assured him, awkwardly patting his arm.
“You were fine on your own?” I didn’t think I imagined the hint of sharpness in his voice. Did he notwantme to be fine on my own? Maybe it was an ego thing.
Before I could respond—and I had absolutely no idea what to say since it seemed to be a sensitive subject—his knot softened. I squeaked in dismay as his cock slipped free, a waterfall of our combined fluids accompanying it.
I don’t have high hopes for the future of this sofa, I thought in dismay. Clearing his scent from the air was one thing. Fluids on fabric were an altogether different beast.
Kit scooped me up in his arms bridal-style, and with a muffled shriek of alarm, I threw my arms around his neck, clinging on tightly.
“You really don’t have to carry me, you know.”
Did he think this was a requirement? Kit had carried me to the shower last night as well, and while I appreciated the reduced slick trail it left on the floors, it was by no means expected.
“I want to,” Kit replied easily, quickly crossing the small space and turning sideways to fit us both in the bathroom door. Kit set me down in the stall so I could finish undressing while slick ran freely down my legs, and I yanked on the lever the moment I was naked, stepping under the spray the moment was somewhat lukewarm.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as Kit took off the remainders of his clothing with more care, his hands briefly rising as though to remove his glasses before realising he’d left them next to the sofa.
