His knot. I need his knot.
My thighs squeeze the pillow between it. “Come here, Alpha. No clothes in the nest please,” I request through clenched teeth.
I want to launch myself at this alpha. To beg for him to take the pain away from me. But I can’t.
Not yet.
“Yes, Nia. Or is Little Omega okay?” His purr vibrates directly to my cunt.
“Yes, Alpha.”
He hums his approval, and then I hear rustling as I imagine him stripping his clothes off. In my mind, I try to envision what he might look like, but I come up blank. And unfortunately, the blindfold does its job as I can only guess at the sight before me.
Reaching blindly out, I mewl. “Come here, please.” I do all I can to keep the begging out of my voice.
“Oh sweetheart,” he hums.
And then I feel him, crawling slowly up into the nest until he stops beside me. His hot breath fanning my nipples.
I can’t stop myself. I launch at him.
Luck takes it in stride. Large calloused hands finding my hips as I settle atop his hardening cock. I amwet.My slick attempting to do its job. To ready me for this alpha.
For his knot.
My head falls down, burrowing into his neck. Desperately wanting to scent him.
Whining when I can’t smell anything, I flatten myself to him. My nipples against his scratchy chest hair.
One of his hands holds onto my hip, the other frees itself to explore my body. Rough fingers trace against my sensitive skin.
He stops over a long scar across my side.
“I got that years ago,” I reassure as I feel him tense below me.
“I wish I could see you.” I don’t think he means to say that out loud. But once it is between us, the words seep into the moment.
They burrow into my skin.
I want more than anything to rip our blindfolds off, but I know that regret will shortly follow.
Luck continues his exploration of my body, until he finds his way to my neck. To my mark.
I don’t stop him.
But this time, a surprised gasp escapes him. “I didn’t realize. You said you were mated with an alpha, but Little Omega, your… Your mark hasn’t healed?” His hand cups my neck, covering the mark.
It pulsates pleasantly and traitorously beneath his hold.
“It hasn’t. Yes, I was married and mated to a singular alpha,” I confirm as a flutter of desire fights against a heavy weight of grief. “Please. I can’t right now. That is a wound that I haven’t mended from yet. He died a year ago.”
Luck doesn’t release his hold on my neck, instead he uses it to wrench me towards him. Forcing our lips together in an instant and searing connection. The blindfolds rustle against each other as he deepens the kiss.
My brain short circuits as every piece of my being focuses on the man below me. On the alpha. On his harsh lips that are slightly chapped, on the fluidity of his tongue as it danceswith mine, on the power he uses to maneuver me exactly as he wishes.
And then he is flipping us, carefully, precisely. As if I am nothing more than a feather. He hovers above me, but even still, the weight of his body makes it hard to breathe. He is in control here. He is the protector. He is the alpha.
“Please.” This time, I don’t care that I’m begging. My body is painfully empty. And I know how to resolve it.
