Page 2 of Knot Broken

“What do you need, omega?” the man said, in a growl that was just like I’d imagined it would be.

“Don’t you know?”

Some of my confidence faltered then. On the phone, Brendan and I had hammered out the exact scenario I wanted to experience. It took a lot of coaxing on his part, but he’d promised to make it happen. I’d asked for what I wanted in detail for the first time ever. It couldn’t all go wrong before I’d even taken one piece of clothing off.

“Think I’m gonna need you to say it.”

His hand going under my chin, tilting it up slowly so my eyes met his. That slow, sexy smile. My heart rate slowed instantly and a great whoosh of breath escaped me.

Everything was going as planned.

Brendan had urged me to add this section to the fantasy. Learning how to ask for what I wanted in a safe space, where I was guaranteed to get it, would help to start building some new neural pathways. With time and repetition, he assured me I’d become more confident with actual sexual partners. Having horrible, dry, shitty sex ended now.

“I want…” My hand landed on his chest and dear god, he was just as big and well-muscled as he looked. “I want to touch this shirt for starters because wow, this feels even softer than I thought it would.”

His lips twitched, a small smile forming.

“You can touch whatever the hell you like,” he rumbled.

Abort, my brain told me. GTFO. In my head, some ancient robot was flailing his arms around, telling me I was in danger. I went to pull away, to make for the doorway, because that was not what I wanted.

Grant, putting my hand on his dick. Grant, pushing my head down. Making me touch him, please him, do whatever the hell he wanted and not giving a shit how I felt about it. Shooting the man an apologetic look (and what the hell was that about?), I went to pull away when a hand covered mine. I stopped and stared, almost able to count every single hair on the back of his hand.

“What I really, really want to do is touch you, omega, but I’m gonna need you to tell me that’s OK first.”

“Please.”

I stared up into his eyes, mutely pleading with him to just follow the script. I’d be more forthright next time, I promised myself. Right now, I just wanted things to go the way I planned. For him to take control for my pleasure, not his.

“That’s what I needed to hear.”

I let out a yelp as he picked me up in his arms like I was little more than a doll, carrying me into an adjoining room and then kicking the door shut.

“You really went all in on the fantasy,” I said, looking at the construction gear littered around the room, then zeroing in on a workbench as we approached. Without letting go of me for a second, pencils, plans, everything was swept off the table and then I was placed on top of it.

“Need to know a whole lot more about that fantasy,” he said, stepping between my legs, “but right now we’re going to fulfil mine.” My fingers gripped the edge of the table, nails boring into the wood. “I’m going to strip you bare, then set you down on your hands and knees on this table, right before I devour every inch of you.”

My spine began to straighten as he described my exact fantasy. A hand went to my foot, slipping off my sandal.

“Going to start at your instep.” A thumb pressed into the arch, then wound its way around my ankle. “Working my way up slowly. By the time I reach your cunt.” I jolted at the sound of that word, but it wasn’t an unpleasant thing. “I want you dripping. Need your slick all over my face, omega.”

OK, that was hot.

Any guy could’ve said the exact same words and I’d have recoiled back, thinking him a creeper, but Brendan or whoever he was, had skills. He delivered the lines with such intensity, I felt a pulse start up between my legs in anticipation.

“Is that what you want?” Those blue eyes rolled up to stare right into mine. “Say yes and I’ll do whatever it takes to make you come.” Yes, that, I wanted to say. “Two, maybe three times, before we move onto something even more fun.”

Having one orgasm with a partner was rare enough, so more…? I stared right back at him, mentally praying to the gods of sex to finally hear my pleas.

“Give me everything you’ve got,” I said.

Chapter 2

Tex

This job just got a whole lot more interesting.

When we got the call from Crowe Corp that they wanted to refit some of their office spaces, I’d groaned. Me and my friends ran a one-stop-shop commercial interiors company. Grey was the serious one and did all the electrical work whereas Ethan made a space look pretty with new paint, carpet, whatever. Me? Just as this omega noted, I was a chippy by trade. I was supposed to be cutting up timber to fit some shelves, but the boys would understand when they realised what distracted me.