Page 20 of Knot Your Kismet

My annoyance with him pushes me forward, and I plant my hands on my hips and stride into the bedroom area, immediately locking my eyes onto Nolan, lying naked on the bed with his cock sliding between both of his hands as he jerks himself off. He’s so caught up in the motion that he doesn’t even know I’m here.

I don’t declare myself either, my body breaking out in millions of goosebumps as I breathe in the delectable scent Nolan carries, the fruity apple fragrance stronger with his desire.

His fragrance wraps around me, tugging me closer, reminding me of how soft his lips felt against mine. How warm and gentle the kiss was as it lingered. How empty and cold I felt the second it was over. The attraction is real. My desire goes beyond the innate nature of my being. I have self-control. His scent isn’t what lures me forward. It’s the heat blooming between my legs and crawling across the rest of my skin.

I want him so badly, that if he even says my name, I might end up on top of him. Maybe it’s what I need to do to get the sudden need out of my system.

I suck in my bottom lip between my teeth, trailing my eyes away from the quick motions of his hands and onto the hard lines of his abs. Chest hair covers his hard pecs, and I imagine running my fingers over them. He’s so good-looking. I hate it. But I love it too. Things shouldn’t be this confusing.

A soft murmur escapes his lips, his breath heavy as he continues to work his hands over his cock. I draw my gaze over his neck, memorizing the muscles and veins disappearing into his chiseled jaw. And then I realize he’s staring at me. He watches me watch him, his face not changing from the desire clinging to him. Neither of us speak. He doesn’t stop either. He enjoys that I caught him. He loves that I don’t turn around and run away.

How could silence be so heavy? The attraction between us sizzles and burns, and I continue stepping closer until I’m at the edge of the bed. This almost feels like a dream. The scent of our lust mingling the closer I get.

My knees sink into the mattress, and I crawl silently toward him, my body trembling in anticipation. This shouldn’t be happening, but it is. There is nothing stopping me—not my good judgment. Not my anger. And most definitely not Nolan. There is no shame between us. I think my thoughts of his kiss have been building and building, his absence over the last couple days doing nothing. But I no longer want to talk about it. I no longer want to think.

I just want to be in this moment.

Nolan doesn’t move, remaining in his place without touching me. He slows down his hands until they fall by his sides, and I’m left kneeling over him, my hands now memorizing the muscles of his thighs as I work my fingers to his hips.

I continue exploring upward, my hands trailing over the V of his hips and into the grooves of his abs. My breathing quickens, feeling the hardness of his cock rubbing against my leg as I hover over him.

There are so many words that shouldn’t be left unsaid, but I don’t want anything to pull me back to reality. I want to live in this fantasy. This moment that I have chosen to create. The moment Nolan gives me without hesitation.

Caressing my fingers over his jawline, I slide them into his soft brown hair and gently guide his head up until our lips press together. The same spark from before ignites between us, and instead of immediately snuffing it out, Nolan sets it ablaze, the heat unlike anything I’ve ever felt exploding between us.

The second my tongue slides against his, Nolan rolls me onto my back, getting on top of me. His weight does something magical to my being, feeling as if I’m no longer floating helplessly through this life. He grounds me with his weight, his mouth never leaving mine as he explores my curves, lifting the hem of my dress until he slides his fingers between my legs. A moan escapes my lips, and he swallows it up, kissing me deeper as he feels my excitement. Desire hums with my anticipation, and I roll my hips, getting him to touch me harder, more desperately. He grabs onto the hem of my dress and manages to yank it off me completely.

It’s only then that his lips leave my mouth and he rips my underwear right from my body. His teeth find my nipple, and he bites gently, a growl reverberating from his throat and sending pleasure to my very core.

I gasp as I reach between us to align his body with mine. I show him what I want without saying the words. I still don’t want to speak. I don’t want anything to ruin this moment.

I’ve never taken out my frustration in such a way, especially with a man who basically can control my future but does give me freedom to try to make my own way.

It’s that small detail that leaves me open. Things could be much worse. As angry as I am about the situation, I realize that it could be disastrous. Nolan is giving me a break. And I shouldn’t be taking out my annoyance with the world on him.

Linking my fingers to the back of his neck, I pull him to me, kissing him more desperately. I slide my tongue between his lips, and he groans, gliding his tongue against mine while he slowly pushes the tip of his cock between my legs. The pressure only hurts for a second, followed by a wave of ecstasy as my slick drips with my arousal. It’s been a while since I’ve been intimate with anyone, the last time being at the Omega Resort during my heat. But that was completely different. That was more of a job with no feelings. A beta using a toy to satisfy me. No kissing. Just helping with the pain of my body craving an alpha that wasn’t there.

“You’re so beautiful, Cali,” Nolan whispers against my lips.

I steal his breath with another kiss, not wanting him to speak. This isn’t a moment to talk. This is just a moment to exist.

Thrusting deeper, Nolan ignites pleasure between my legs, sending a shiver through my whole body. I hook my legs around his waist, moaning with each deep penetration. It feels so good. It feels like he’s filling a part of me that has been absent my entire life. This is why alphas and omegas are made for each other. And it’s that small thing that makes me hate my existence. I shouldn’t be made for anyone. I should just be me.

I lose myself in my emotions, focusing purely on how Nolan makes me feel until he growls. Pressure explodes between my legs, his knot expanding and locking me to him. It startles me, the sensation stealing my breath as my nature reacts and I orgasm.

I’ve never taken an alpha knot. It’s always been betas helping me with special toys. And this is nothing like that. I’m just thankful this was an act of my choosing instead of me lost to my nature while in heat. Because right now it’s just about us connecting on a physical level. There is no possibility of creating new life or bonding. This is just a test in compatibility. And it’s never been more clear that I am perfect for this alpha.

So why do I suddenly feel as if the world closes around me?

I press my mouth to the nape of Nolan’s neck, tasting the salt of his skin and smelling his fragrance. It’s the only thing that keeps me from panicking.

“Omega, what have you done to me? I can’t get enough of you. I’ve been thinking about you every second. You feel so good. I’ve never felt like this before.” Nolan presses a kiss to my temple, getting me to look up at him.

Our eyes meet, and I can’t think about anything but him. I don’t even know why I was panicking, because the way he looks at me settles my racing heart. We have so many unsaid words, but I refuse to open my mouth. I will ruin it. I know I will.

I moan as the pressure between my legs subsides, and Nolan puts his weight on me, his body pressing me into the mattress as if he wants to keep me from floating away.

“I have so much I want to tell you. I’ve been dying to talk to you.” Nolan breathes against my ear.