Page 46 of Knot Now Knot Ever

“Deal, and I’ll try my hardest to keep my lips and hands to myself,” Fawn said, giving me a playful wink, making sure I knew he wasn’t bothered by the possible changes to his plan.

It didn’t take us long to get to the spa, and the driver brought us right to the door. He pulled a card out of his pocket and handed it to me. “If you need anything or are ready to leave, just text me. I’ll be parked across the street if, for some reason, I don’t answer.”

Looking at the card, I saw his name written on it. “Thank you, Wade.”

He nodded and waited for us to enter the spa before getting back in the car.

Eli certainly knew how to make an impression on a person.

I followed Fawn as we passed through a second set of doors and was instantly immersed in a world of soft lighting. When Omegas built their nests, some chose to make it their bedroom, and others chose to have a separate space they created for optimal peace and serenity. With my previous pack, there wasn’t enough space to have a bedroom and nest, so I combined them. It didn’t bother me since I’d been on my own for so long and never had the chance to know anything different. The key factors for a nest were whether it gave off the feelings of safety, comfort, and tranquility. This whole spa took those three qualities and used them as their guide in all things.

“Fawn, it’s so lovely to see you,” a woman greeted us from the front desk and offered her hand to me. “You must be Lyra, his scent-matched Omega. I’m Alma, and it’s such a pleasure to have you join us here at Oasis.”

Everything about this woman was soft and warm like a hug. Alma’s uniform was a light pink and looked so silky, adding to the luxe feel of the atmosphere. “Thank you. I’m excited to experience your spa. I’ve only ever had a mani-pedi, so I’m a novice with all this.”

“Not to worry at all. I’ll be with you throughout the day and happy to answer any questions you might have,” Alma assured me. “Please follow me, and I’ll show you to the serenity room where you can get changed into your robe. It’s up to you and your comfort level if you want to leave your underwear on, but we ask you to remove all other clothing.”

We followed Alma into a room that looked like it had been pulled out of Aladdin. The walls were covered in rich golden silks, giving it a cozy feel. Ornate lanterns hung from the ceiling in a brushed bronze color, emitting low light that you could still easily see. Two ruby-colored lounge chairs curved to fit the body were in the middle of the room, with white silk robes laid out on them along with matching slippers.

“Woow,” I said in awe. “This is incredible.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Fawn whispered as he passed, heading for one of the chairs.

Our day at Oasis started with manicures and pedicures since that’s what Lyra was comfortable with. After that, we lounged in the private thermal lounge, where an aromatherapy steam room and four different types of dry saunas were located. My favorite was the clay sauna, a room filled with small marble-size balls of dry clay that were heated by the floor. You had to walk across wooden walkways and then immerse yourself in the warm clay, allowing it to draw all kinds of toxins out of your body. Once we’d had our fill of the thermal room, we were taken to a treatment room for a facial, body scrub, and massage to top it off.

“Laura and I will leave you now,” Alma whispered. “Take your time getting up. There is no rush. This room is yours to use as long as you need. There is a shower stocked with everything you might require so you can both wash up. When you’re ready, I’ll take you back to your tranquility room, where we’ll have a light lunch prepared for you.”

The snick of the door closing confirmed we were now alone, and I sat up, feeling all slick from the oil they’d massaged into my skin. Lyra was stretched out, face down, with only her ass covered by the sheet. Her even breathing told me she’d probably fallen asleep, which I was rather thrilled about. No way would that have happened if she hadn’t been relaxed and comfortable—everything I wanted her to experience today.

Standing, I walked over to the side, where I could see her face, just to be sure. The look of pure serenity I found had me smiling and reaching out to brush hair out of her face. Her eyes fluttered open at the touch, and she smiled sleepily at seeing me.

“Hi there,” she greeted. “Did I fall asleep?”

“For a little bit, but there’s nothing wrong with that. I do it all the time,” I reassured her. “Do you want to nap for a little while longer?”

Lyra frowned and shook her head as she pushed up, exposing her breasts. Of course, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen them today since we’d been naked pretty much the whole time. Yet something about seeing her skin glistening from the oil in the low light made her even more enticing. Before I could stop myself, I reached out and let my fingers stroke from her collarbone to her nipple. Lyra’s eyes fluttered at my touch, then she hissed as I teased her hardening nipple.

“Fawn,” she gasped, taking my hand as she sat up and planted it squarely on her breast. “Please, touch me.”

Not needing any further encouragement, I used my other hand to part her legs so I could stand between them. “How do you want me to touch you?” I asked, not feeling super confident since she was the first woman I’d ever interacted with intimately.

“I don’t care as long as I can feel your skin on mine,” Lyra answered, running her hands over my chest. “It’s so strange… with the others, I want to submit and allow them to rule over my body. However, I crave closeness with you, almost as if my skin is begging for any ounce of contact I can get from you to drink up something only you can provide for me.”

I started at her neck, gripping it with both hands just under the jaw. I slowly let them glide over her skin, letting my lips follow behind, kissing what I’d just touched. Her head fell back, offering me the ultimate surrender, something that was reserved only for Alphas. It was an Omega’s instinctual way of enticing their Alpha into marking and bonding with the Omega—a connection that would bind the two together for the rest of their lives. Seeing her offer this to me was surprising, but it flipped a switch somewhere in my brain that had a possessive need surging through me.

With my hands kneading her breasts, my mouth latched onto her neck, and I bit down just enough to hold her. Then I started to suck sharply, letting the taste of her skin flood my mouth, causing me to groan at how incredible it was. Soon, my body was plastered against hers, my hips jerked, thrusting my cock against her stomach. Lyra’s breathing quickened, and I could feel her breath on my shoulder as her head dropped to rest there.

“Fawn,” she whined. “I need you.”

Hearing her desperation, I broke my hold on her neck and pulled back so I could see her face. “What do you need, angel?” I wanted to be damn sure I knew what she was asking.

Yet when I looked into her cobalt-colored gaze, they were clouded with need and had that look of being in a heat haze. Before an Omega officially went into heat, there was an influx of hormones, and sometimes those hormones could cause the Omega to become high. This was a dangerous time for an Omega who wasn’t bonded or had a pack to trust. In this state, an Omega’s ability to think clearly was nonexistent, and nothing they said could be considered true consent. Just as an Alpha in rut could be a danger to an Omega they weren’t matched with since they didn’t have the protective instinct to override the rut, an Omega in heat haze would let anyone fuck them, lost to their baser needs.

Lyra said her heat was still two weeks away, so why were things progressing so fast?

“Come on, angel, I’m gonna get you cleaned up and head back to your apartment,” I instructed, then pulled her off the table and wrapped her arm over my shoulders. “You said if things got worse, you didn’t want to be here. So I’m making the executive choice to cut the spa day short.”

Thankfully, the shower was an open concept so I didn’t need to struggle with a door. There were two plastic stools for us to sit on and wash ourselves, which is where I planted Lyra. I grabbed the handheld showerhead and tested the water, turning it just shy of an arctic blast. I hoped the cold water might shock her out of the haze long enough to get her home.