“Is it stupid to ask whata knot is?”
Shit.I should put some distance between us, or she’ll see how hard she makes me. It’s not the fucking time or place, but my body doesn’t seem to care.
“The knot is a swell in the base of my—”
“Of your…?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “My cock, darlin’.”
She blushes so pretty, and I groan, not missing the sweet perfume making me undone.Jesus fucking Christ, I never had a chance to survive this woman, that much is fucking obvious. Silence is thick between us, vibrating as it’s alive. Suddenly, it feels like it was a very bad idea to drag her all the way here. I don’t think I can be alone with her right now.
“And what does that do?” She licks her lips.
I sigh. Damn, what does she want me to say? That my knot will split her in two, will fill her up and not let a drop of cum out of her cunt? I can’t tell her that.
“It’ll tie the Alpha and the Omega together. Like one, you know?”
My hands shake, but I don’t let her go. I don’t know what to do if I let her go. My heart hurts with every torturous beat, and I feel weak and strong at the same time. Talking about this to her opened something inside me, something I thought was dormant for a long damn time.
“Derrick?”
“Yes?”
“Can I see yours?”
Nothing but burning flames courses through my veins, and I groan. Really, I should be saying no. I should tell her that the town hall has a bunch of biology textbooks issued by the Alpha-Omega Alliance. All very official. She can read to her heart’s content, but I don’t tell her that.
Instead, I take her chin between my fingers. “You want to see my cock, darlin’?”
“It’s just what you’re saying is impossible, right? But this would prove it.” She licks her lips and nods eagerly, agreeing with her own assessment. “Just so I understand what it is, you know? It’s only fair.”
There’s nothing fair about this, and she knows it. She’s sweet, but I know she’s into mischief right now, asking to see my cock and licking her lips like she’s not breaking me in a thousand pieces. There’s nothing I wouldn’t gladly give Veda if she asked. She can ask for anything under the sun, and I’d deliver it to her on a silver platter, even if it’s my cock.Especially if it’s my cock.
It’s so fucking wrong, but I nod, taking my hands away and showing her back to the rock to sit. She doesn’t argue, but takes my hand in hers and only lets me go when I’m close enough to her sitting spot.
“Just for science, huh?” I ask, hands already on my belt.
“Right, yeah. Of course. It’s nothing but…”
She trails off as I dip my hand under the elastic band of my boxers, feeling myself before I take it out. I’m painfully hard. I’ve been this way since the moment she arrived at the ranch. I’ve never fucked my hand so much and so hard my whole life, so it’s instinct to stroke slowly, watching her reaction.
“Oh god.”
She practically moans, rubbing her thighs together and perfuming the whole goddamn woods. I’m all twisted for this woman, on my feet, but in my head, I’m on my knees for her.
I refrain from stroking again and show her the whole shaft. My knot is bulging at the base, begging for a tight grip, but I don't give it now.
“That’s your knot?”
“That’s my knot.”
Her eyes are glued on me, and it’s getting impossible not to do anything about this desire building inside. It takes everything in me not to start rubbing. Her gaze burns over my skin, her perfume grips me by the throat. Every ticking second feels like I’m about to fall apart before she even has the chance to really look at my knot. I'm a weak man, and I’m barely holding myself together, so I give myself a small relief and squeeze my knot hard.
“And that will fit in me?”
Fuck. Me.
“Yes.” I throw my head back. “It’ll fit you. It’ll fit you sogood.”
