She tries to talk around my fingers, but it causes her to gag instead. I don’t let up on her as I continue rutting into her with no finesse.I just need her. I need to feel every inch of her body against mine.
I kiss her bond mark before I bite her, making her groan against my fingers.
“Mine,” I growl in her ear as I pick up my pace. Her clit grinds along the edge of the sofa as I fuck her. Her walls clench around my cock tightly, causing my knot to swell completely inside her and we both reach our release at the same time. She moans while I groan as I’m taking in the glorious view of her ass up in the air and her pussy filled with my knot.
I place kisses along her spine as I pant against her sweaty skin.
I don’t even want to know what it looks like when I pick her up and hold her as I slowly sit on the couch. I groan when I go to sit down, and I shift away from her. She sits on my lap, her back to my chest as I kiss her shoulders and rub her hips.
“Your hips okay?”
“Yeah,” she says breathlessly.
“Do you need to come again?” I ask as I slip my hand toward her clit.
“No, I might pass out. Just hold me,” she says. I grab the blanket, covering us as I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her shoulder. Unsurprisingly, I purr for her as she relaxes against my chest. She hums her approval.
“I’m never letting you go, little star.”
“Good, cause I would probably kill you and be the one in jail.” I groan, and she laughs. “Too soon for jail jokes?”
“Too soon,” I mumble and rub her bond mark with my thumb, not being able to do anything but savor the fact that she’s in my arms again. “Do we have to go upstairs?” I plead with her. I’ve pretty much come to terms with my selfishness. I want to show my thanks to our family and friends, but I want to show Cami how much I missed and love her more.
“Just for a little while, and then we can do this all over again.”
“Okay, just let me have you to myself a little longer.”
She turns her head as far as she can. Her nails scratch against my beard as she plants a gentle kiss against my lips.
“You know my mom isn’t going to let up on the whole wedding thing.”
“I want to marry you. Do you want a proposal?” I ask her, genuinely wanting to know. I’ll give her whatever the fuck she wants.
She shrugs her shoulders and relaxes against my chest. I draw little patterns against her skin as we both just enjoy each other’s touches waiting for my knot to go down. This is what I’ve been missing in my life. Someone who makes me feel so comfortable that we can be knotted in silence—it’s pleasant. I kiss her shoulder and think about how lucky I am to finally have her back in my arms.
Once my cock is released and a mixture of her slick and my come glides down my thighs, I groan. The sight is enough to make me hard again as my naked Omega gets up and stands before me.
“You’re really sure we have to go upstairs,” I whine again, being a little shit.
“Yes, we can fuck in the shower, but no knotting,” she says with a devilish glint in her eye. She starts to run for the bathroom, but I quickly follow.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I pick up my small Omega and throw her over my shoulder, smacking the curve of her ass as I walk to our shower. I sigh and make a mental note that Cami is the only person I will ever allow to watch me shower again.
Chapter 28
I’vehardlybeenableto untangle myself from Cami’s embrace the past week. We haven’t left the house. We’ve tried to separate ourselves from the outside world. Though we have failed a few times. What they have been saying about me in the press pisses Cami off so much it’s just easier to try and keep her away from it.
Sadly, the time of hiding is over, and she has plans for how she wants to handle the media. I’m not looking forward to her plan. But it’s what she wants to do, and I support her completely.
She’s standing in front of the mirror looking beautiful while she does her makeup. Cami is wearing tight black jeans and a black crop top with her ‘Knot Thot’ logo on it, accentuated by a signature Deja Fox pink wig. Cami puckers her lips putting on her lip gloss, and it makes me think of all the ways she’s used her mouth in the past week.
I didn’t realize the bond would be this all-consuming. Of course, I realized it would be intense, that my pull to her would be strong. But it goes beyond just wanting physical touch with her. I want—no,need—to keep her safe and make sure that she’s always cared for. It’s almost like our wellbeing is tied into one. Our happiness is tied to providing for each other. I’m not sure if it’s the healthiest way to explain it, but it’s the only way I can put it into words. She’s my happiness and I want the world to know it.
While I might not like the idea of her speaking to the media, the idea of her wanting to talk about our relationship does something for me. This powerful, influential woman chose me and she wants people to know it. The possessive side of me is rumbling in approval over her plan and the fact that her bond mark is on full display in her outfit.
“Are you sure that this is what you want to do?” I say, still admiring her as she finishes getting ready.
“I’m tired of everyone telling our story. It’s time to set the record straight.”
