Knot Your Damn Omega (Slate City Omegaverse)
Knot Your Damn Omega: Chapter 27

All I could see was her. The scent of lilacs filled my nose along with the richness of tea on a winter afternoon. The play between electric blue and the perfect creaminess of her skin was taunting me, and her orgasm still coated my tongue.

I needed her. To be inside her. To knot her and know she was safe and here with me.

Protect what’s mine.

I didn’t even set her down, just shifted my hold and pressed her back to the wall. The fucking dress she wore was so short it rode up her hips, nearly exposing all of that perfect, soaking pussy to me.

The fabric of her thong shredded under my hands, and somehow I managed to get my belt undone.

“Ben,” she said my name, and I liked hearing it in her voice.

I was out of control and I knew it. My Alpha side had never risen like this, and it wasn’t going to fade until it was satisfied with her.

The words felt like rocks in my chest. “If you need me to stop—”

Esme arched her body into mine and kissed me. More than a kiss. A meeting of two people so far out of our own minds for each other nothing else could replace it. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

The growl unleashed in my chest felt good. Powerful. The way Esme’s body shuddered against me. “Take the dress off if you don’t want it ripped.”

My fingers gripped her ass, supporting her as she wiggled out of the concoction of a dress which had been driving me to distraction and had me hard all night.

“Fuck, Esme.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra. Which meant she was naked in my arms except for the shoes whose heels were digging into my back. And she was absolutely fucking everything. Her lithe body was all softness, and all mine.

The urge to bite her rose. In my head, I saw myself biting down on her shoulder and completing the bond that already sang between us.

Instead, I thrust my cock into her, and she let go. Everything she’d been holding on to in the car. She cursed, and I cursed with her. I was sheathed in heat made to take me. Every stroke of my cock was enough pleasure to make me see stars.

I wanted to drown in it.

And every move we made together soothed the feral heat and drove me into comfort and bliss.

Esme gripped my face, eyes wild. “I need your knot, Ben. Please.”

Pressing her harder into the wall, I fucked her. Grinding into her clit and rolling my hips in the way I already knew she liked from her heat. I wanted her to come apart on my cock before I came. The deepest Alpha part of me needed to feel her yield and accept it. “You’ll get it. After you come.”

She shook her head, lips pressed together. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

I pinned her to the wall with my cock, replaceing her wrists and pinning them to the wall too. My Omega liked it when she was vulnerable. It made her fall into the place where she didn’t question what we felt for her and could take all the pleasure we wanted to give her.

Slowing my motion, I eased into her with aching slowness, drawing it out for the both of us. “No,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“I didn’t.” I moved on purpose to show her, savoring the whine she gave me. “Come for me, Esme.” Leaning forward, I whispered the words against her lips. “Beg for my knot.”

“Fuck.” The word was strangled. “Please, Alpha. Please.”

I unleashed myself, slamming to the hilt. Esme screamed and neither of us stopped. She came, pussy squeezing down on my cock like a vise, and it was the best damn thing I’d ever felt.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” The single word was chanted and moaned, dragged out of her every time I fucked.

There. I felt the moment she completely let go, her Omega fully surrendering to my Alpha, and it blazed through me. A meteor and burning star of pride and pleasure and the knowledge I’d done my duty to take care of who and what was mine. Keep her safe, make her scream, and give her my knot.

It swelled at the base of my cock seconds before I came, slamming deep and holding myself there as our bodies locked into place. Esme’s voice was raw. “Oh my god. Oh my god, Ben. Yes.”

Her body hugged my knot so tightly I felt blind. I wasn’t going to be able to keep us upright anymore.

Stumbling away from the wall, I managed to get us both to the bed, laying her out underneath me. This wasn’t a heat knot, quickly released so she could take the next one. My body was more than happy to keep her here for a while.

But my mind was clearer.

Her hair spread out across my comforter, skin shining with sweat from the club and sex, heels from those glorious shoes still pressing into me.

Esme reached up and ran her fingers through my hair before tracing them down my cheek. “You’re back.”

“I’m back.”

She smiled. “I thought I might have lost you to rut for a second there.”

I laughed. “Would that be so bad?”

“Not at all.” There was only truth in her words. “But I like you being here with me. My cupcake Alpha.”

“If I wasn’t knotted in you I’d go get what’s left of those cupcakes in the kitchen and spread it all over you just so I could lick it off.”

I watched her pupils dilate with new need. “We’ll have to try that sometime.”

“We will try that sometime,” I corrected her. “And more.”

“More?”

The image came so sharply into my head, I had to say it. “One day I’m going to borrow Luke’s handcuffs and put you on your knees. And I’ll watch you suck my cock with these lips I can’t get enough of until I’m about to explode. Then,” I paused for effect. “I’ll grab a cupcake and come all over it. Until it’s dripping.” Lowering my mouth to hers, I teased her mouth with mine. “And then I’m going to feed it to you, and watch you swallow all that frosting laced with my cum, knowing you love every single drop.”

Esme’s pussy clenched down on my knot, making me blind for long seconds. She moaned her words. “What are you doing to me?”

I laughed. “Hopefully fucking you again.”

It wasn’t what she meant, but it was still the right answer.

Reaching back, I gently took her shoes off before peeling off my shirt so we were both more comfortable. My pants would be too difficult.

“If I overstepped a boundary with my Alpha—”

“You didn’t,” Esme said. “I promise. It was… well, it was incredible. The man had some balls provoking you like that. I just didn’t want you to get arrested when we could be doing this.”

She squeezed me, on purpose this time, and I swore glitter exploded across my vision. “Fuck, you don’t know how it feels when you do that.”

“Good?” She did it again, smirking. On the contrary, she knew exactly what she was doing.

“If you don’t want me to turn you over and knot you again as soon as this one releases you, you can’t do that.”

“Who says I don’t want that?”

I kissed her. She tasted like sweet tea in the middle of summer. “I’m going to do what I said, by the way. Jason won’t have a problem banning the guy from the club. And for the other thing?”

“There’s no way they’ll listen. I loved that you did it, but this is my life. Our life. They’re not going to stop taking pictures.”

“I know,” I admitted. “But I’m hoping this gets them to take a step back. They take pictures of you because it makes them money. If they leave you alone and interest fades, you’ll be less worth it to them, as crude and cruel as it sounds.”

“I know what you mean. But I’m not sure they’ll listen, given the photo he got.”

My heart faltered. “I’m so sorry, Esme. I should have been more in control of myself. I put you in this position.”

“No,” she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down so we were skin on skin. I slid my hands underneath her so I was holding all of her. Knotted inside and cradling her body, my purr started without me even thinking about it. Her body relaxed even further, and I purred louder.

An Alpha’s purr would always comfort an Omega. But the kind of trust it took for them to completely unconsciously relax? I wouldn’t take it for granted.

“You didn’t force me to make out with you, Ben. I wanted to. And the way you tried to fix it…” Her eyes went glassy and she blinked it away. “I don’t care if I have pictures with you. You help me not to care.”

I understood what she was trying to say. Before, when it was only her, every photograph was an assault she couldn’t stop. She was alone, wading through everyone else’s thoughts about her. With us, it was just her being with us. We didn’t care about the photos, as we’d made it clear, and we would protect her against the people trying to use her.

“But,” she said, snuggling down underneath me, “since this is supposed to be a date, and we have some time. You need to tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“Hmm. Well, you’ve already met Addison. Sorry about that, again.”

Esme grinned. “I like your sister.”

“That’s good, because she loves you and I’m sure is going to kidnap you for shopping trips. I went to art school before my parents died. It’s where I got some of the skills I use in my tattoos. But I didn’t figure out I loved tattooing until I was getting one after they died.”

“I’m sorry.” She rubbed her fingers over my arms. “You got these for them?”

“It started that way,” I admitted. “But it evolved into more. My dad loved astronomy and was always dragging Addie and me out at night to look through the telescope. It was fun, but I didn’t appreciate it as much as I should have. The other nature stuff is for my mom. Or it started for her. She was a photographer, and she loved landscapes. Some of the places are her favorites, and some of them are mine.”

“That’s really beautiful, Ben.”

“Thank you. I can’t help but see you don’t have any tattoos.” There was something singularly tempting about virgin skin to a tattoo artist. The craving to be the first one to make a mark. But if any one of our pack would be the one to do it, I would be happy.

“I thought about it. I did—do—want to get one for my dad. But I’ve just been a chicken. I already told Avery I don’t like pain.”

Normally, as a tattoo artist, I rolled my eyes when people said that. But it wasn’t always easy, and the idea of my girl and pain made my gut twist in a way I hated. “Well, if you decide you want to, I happen to know some world-class tattoo artists.”

“Oh really? Where? I don’t see any.”

I moved my hand and smacked her ass. She yelped, but she was smiling. This felt comfortable and easy. Anyone who’d looked at this woman and thought she should be something different was out of their mind.

Her lips called to me, and I spoke in between kissing the ever-loving fuck out of her. “Rapid fire. My favorite color is blue, though I’ve become very partial to a shade of brown resembling a certain Omega’s eyes. Italian is my favorite food, and I’d rather lift weights all day than go running. I do traditional art in my spare time. I can kick anyone’s ass at pool, no matter what they tell you. And my Alpha knew you were mine the second it scented you.”

Her small gasp tugged at my heart.

She finally found her words. “I’m glad you weren’t a cupcake.”

A laugh burst out of me, and she collapsed into giggles. By the time we were done, my knot had loosened and we were sprawled next to each other. “I’m glad you taste like a cupcake, though. I will suck a dick all day if it tastes like a cupcake.”

After the fantasy I spun for her, the image of her between my legs, looking up at me as I came to the sound of her moaning had my dick entirely hard once more. “I’m going to keep that in mind.” Grabbing her around the waist, I rolled her over and pushed into her from behind. “But for now, I’m not done being inside you.”

Esme let out a breathy moan that sent all my remaining blood south. I gently bit her shoulder, fantasizing about the day I could break the skin and feel everything she was feeling, too.

“Alpha.” The single word was filled with need.

“Hold on, Omega. I’m about to fuck you breathless.” Wrapping myself around her so all she could feel was me and my cock, I did.