Page 138 of Rest In Knotty Pieces

“Okay.”

For a moment, I think I imagine the word, but it blooms in my mind, white noise. My omega. Mine. I can’t…I have to…I pant into his mouth then kiss him harder. I pull him up against me, off his feet, and swing him inside, slamming the door closed and locking it, before I drop to my knees.

I’ll make it so good he will never leave.

Sage’s calm comes through the bond, but I shove him away. I need to focus completely on Daega and making sure he’s mine.

His eyes go wide, staring at me in shock as I lick my lips and look up at him.

“You’re my omega,” I say in a stark and raw voice. “Please-”

His bag drops, and his fingers slide through my hair, clenching as he drags me closer to his cock.

“You would kneel for me?” Daega asks, and he sounds shocked.

“I would kneel for my omega.”

“I’m not the one you are keep-”

I don’t let him get that word out; instead, I peel his pants down and bury my face along the length of his cock, inhaling that musty and unique scent I have been missing.

His fingers grip my hair, pulling my head back, but I fight him, relishing the pain, flicking my tongue out along his length.

“Oh, god,” Daega hisses and falls back against the door.

I move closer, flattening my tongue and licking up until I get to his crown. I’m still not close enough to get him in my mouth, but his will is weakening.

There’s a spot on his thigh; I notice it. A spot that doesn’t have a tattoo. I reach out and run my finger across it. His hips jerk towards me, and I open my mouth, sucking hard on the tip of his cock.

He leans against the door, his fingers loosening completely, and groans. It’s a sound of surrender, a sound that promises he’s going to give me everything.

I get my hand around him and stroke, listening to the way this omega purrs. He’s so responsive.

With my mouth watering, I nuzzle that spot on his thigh as I peel his jeans down past his knees and off. I’m quick to get him naked, but I’ve had lots of practice divesting Sage of his clothes.

“Blaze,” he warns.

There’s very little thought in my head. Just that he’s mine, and he left.

I sink my teeth into his thigh, feeling the bond snap up between us. I stare up at him, watching his eyes blaze almost gold in the reflected light as he scowls at me.

“What the fuck did you do?”

I grip his cock and take him down into my throat. Working him expertly with my hands, my mouth. I am relentless, cruel, remorseless.

I don’t stop when his body starts releasing slick. I just work my fingers into his greedy hole and keep working his cock with my tongue and throat.

He’s almost howling when he comes the first time. I gulp down his cum, surprised by how much there is and how sweet it is. An omega is different, I remind myself. I don’t stop, not until he almost falls sideways, and I only stop then because I don’t want to see him get hurt.

I pull my mouth off his cock with a pop and stand up, attempting to turn him around.

“Hands on the door.”

He growls and tries to fight, but I grab his wrists and pin them there.

“You want a knot?”

He lets out a desperate whine.