Page 65 of Knot So Social

Or maybe on her dominant hand where she’ll see it every time she reaches for something.

Shit, am I really daydreaming about bonding this omega? Maybe I might need that mouth guard tucked in my bag. I thrust harder, chasing away the forbidden desire. After a few more rocking movements, my knot finally bumps into her ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Willow,” I purr, gazing down at her.

She gapes, hardly able to breathe and twitching all over. So fucking gorgeous.

“Ready to come for me again, darling’? Because I need to see your face when you do.”

Her soft yellow lashes flutter seductively, lips trembling around every breath. I did this. I turned this angel into a pulsing beacon of pleasure. With a soft groan, I bend until I can kiss those perfect lips and suck the damp air from her lungs. Joining us in harmony.

Willow’s heels dig into my leg and when I stroke her feet, her toes curl up. She just loves to be touched, I feel it in my bones. Reaching between us, I hunt down her clitoris and rub my thumb over it. She arches off the bed. With a growl, I drive my cock deep inside her, holding her by one leg to keep her from sliding away.

Mine. My omega to pleasure.

Even if it’s just for this one precious heat.

A delicate scream explodes from her mouth, and her pussy grips me tight. So tight, literally squeezing my cock. I gape, my mouth falling open as the sensation tugs all through my chest and up into my throat. With a heady ignition, my balls tighten and release in a rush.

My body pulses against hers, and our cries mingle with the soundtrack to create a new song. But it’s still not enough. With a roar, I drive deeper, determined to give her everything. My knot catches, teeters, and slips inside her, trapping our shared cum. Tears prick at my eyes as we finally lock together, alpha and omega, just as we were designed.

Willow shudders and cries out, gripping me wherever she can reach. The broken noises and sweet pressure pulls a second orgasm through me and I lean over her, gasping and swearing under my breath. I’ve never felt anything so powerful, so life changing.

The woman in my arms lets out a long moan and a moment later she goes limp. I balance over her lovely form to catch my wind, before drying sweat and water off her with a towel. A quick temperature check reveals her numbers have come down slightly, which is a good sign. After moisturizing her lips and pulling that favorite rainbow blanket out of the bedding, I roll us onto our sides, cradling her in my arms.

I didn’t think I was tired, but the depth of sensations left me weak. My lids sink closed and I drift off, my omega’s soft breaths ghosting my skin.

I never want her heat to end. Because when it does, my heart might break.

Chapter twenty

Alessandro

My phone’s burning a hole in my pocket as the days stretch without Willow texting me back. Every time Mammina sends me photos of the babies in her sphere, my heart sinks. As much as I love my mother, it’s Willow I want to hear from.

I have the supplies for the fencing upgrade but can’t install anything until she contacts me back. Given how beautiful her gardens are, she no doubt has a regular contractor, so what if she asked someone else to do the work and I can’t see her again? I also wonder how Mr Shares is going, with his silky coat and mischief-making. Every day when I’m working in my little shed, I keep one eye on the back fence.

It’s normal for clients not to call me back right away, but this silence eats at me. Like something is missing in my life.

Makes no sense.

The unforgiving summer sun beats down on me as I clean old grass clippings off my lawnmower and service it, changing the oil and filters to keep the motor running well. The machine does a lot of miles every week.

Footsteps crunch on the gravel, announcing an arrival, and a moment later Mrs Warkow peeks around the shed. No doubt she’s feeling the heat too, because she wears a bikini with a sarong tied around her hip. The dogs, Fox and Coyote spill past her, checking around the shed and sniffing my machinery.

“Hi, Alessandro,” she says barely above a whisper.

I straighten and wipe my hands on a rag. “Hello, ma’am. Were you looking for me?”

“Yes. Could you come help me with a curtain rod in the guest house?”

“Sure thing.” I turn back to wash my hands properly and get a shirt, but she calls me.

“Don’t worry about that. Just hurry. I think it’s about to fall.”

Sounds urgent. I swipe my drill off the bench and hurry after her, the Dobermans scouting ahead of us.

The landlady holds the door open for me to enter the rectangular little house on the far side of the pool, offset from the main residence at a ninety-degree angle. I peel my boots off by the front door, so I don’t track grass stains across the floorboards.