I make quick work of his belt buckle and whip the leather out from the loops of his trousers.
That gets his attention.
He jolts and shoots me that stern frown of authority, the same expression which never fails to get me twisted up between frustration and arousal.
He swipes for the belt, but I hold it out of his reach. In a move I learned from Blaze one night while bored around the campfire, I twist the belt around Knox's wrist and tug it tight.
His breath hitches, and he stills. "What are you doing, Omega?"
I blink at him, waiting for him to break out of the belt loop. He can. With his strength, a mere twitch would render the strap useless.
He doesn't.
So I tie his other hand as well and look up at him sweetly.
"You won't touch me because you think you'll hurt me, right?" I ask, but don't wait for his reply. "Better keep your hands above your head then, Alpha."
He looks at me as if I’ve lost my marbles, but after a moment’s hesitation, he raises his arms above his head as I asked.
I desperately want to tell him 'good boy', but swallow the words. That'd be pushing it too far with Knox. Blaze however...
“Now hold 'em there.”
I don't drop to my knees. I don't have to. Knox is so tall that I only have to bend at the waist. I grab his waistband, unzip his trousers, and pull him out.
He's thick, hard, and the mushroom head is an angry shade of red. It stands at attention, pointing right at me in accusation. Frack, even his dick demands my obedience.
I look back up at Knox. There is tension in his jaw that tells me he's barely controlling his need for control.
I take mercy on us both and press a kiss to his weeping slit.
"Rutting fuck!" he swears, his head banging backwards against the truck again.
Distantly, I hear faint laughter from the Pack.
If the others didn't know what we were doing before, they know now. It only makes it hotter.
His precome tastes strong, like a punch of testosterone right to my taste buds, and I quickly want more. I'm not experienced at blow jobs. I gave one to a Beta during one of my heats at The Omega Division, but heat sex is different to sober sex, and a Prime Alpha cock isverydifferent to a Beta's.
I follow my instincts.
My hand closes around the base of his cock, where the skin is a shade darker and the skin texture is rougher, and squeeze.
His knot.
The moment I touch it, Knox sucks in air through his teeth and it starts to grow, reacting to my touch. Like an echo, my body responds, and an ache builds between my thighs.
Frack, I’m turned on, but this session isn’t about me. It’s all about Knox.
I pump him a few times, watching with fascination, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm nuzzling his cock. I rub my cheeks against it, scenting myself by smearing his precome over my face. It feels right and I can't even stop to question why.
There is a thick, pulsing vein running along the side of his dick, and I trace it with my tongue until I finally come to the tip again.
I glance up, wait for him to meet my heated gaze, and take him into my mouth.
Knox groans.
His eyes turn from burgundy to glowing red and he’s breathing heavily through his nose.
