Page 23 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Violet

T hirty minutes.

I had closed my bedroom door, walked over to my nightstand and put my phone on the charger, then just stood there beside the bed in a daze.

Thirty minutes.

With a jolt, I had rushed into the bathroom, taken a hot shower, slathered myself with my post-shower moisturizer and run serum through my hair, slid on a pair of shorts and a cami, then went back to my bed and sat on the edge, staring at my charging phone.

I’m not the fastest person in the shower, or getting ready in general, and doing all of that in under half an hour was a feat. But I did it.

Five minutes.

With a deep breath, I grab my phone before sliding under the covers, lean back on the pile of pillows against the headboard, and sit, frozen and silent.

The longest three hundred seconds of my life.

But mercifully, Quinn texts my phone the second the clock turns 10:30 pm.

Quinn

Were you waiting for me, sweetheart?

I can’t help the little gasp that escapes my lips. Of course, I was. Anxiously. But do I tell him that?

Me

Only for a minute.

Quinn

Liar.

My eyes widen. How does he know?

Like he could read my thoughts, he texts again.

Quinn

I could hear the water turn off. You’ve been out of the shower for over fifteen minutes.

Huh. A little stalker-ish, but… also kind of hot.

Me

So you were waiting for me.

Quinn

Haha. You got me.

Now. Are you ready?

I have no idea what I’m supposed to be ready for, but I am. I so am.

Me

Yes

Quinn

What’s the name of the main character in the book you’re writing now?

I blink.

Me

Erin

Quinn

And her love interest’s name?

Me

Nate

Quinn

What kind of guy is Nate?

I consider for a moment, then let my thumbs walk across the screen

Me

He’s strong physically and mentally, assertive. A bit of a dominant guy. Loves Erin more than anything. Kind of worships her.

The time it takes for his little dots to pop back up, indicating he’s replying, feels like an eternity.

Then they disappear. Then they’re hopping again.

My heart pounds so hard, I press my fist against my chest, watching the screen with rapt attention.

Quinn

That’s exactly how an Alpha should treat his Omega. Worship her. Leave her wanting more. Make her never want to leave the bedroom.

I throw the covers off my heated body, skin tingling everywhere. Quinn hasn’t even said anything overtly sexual, and my body is already begging.

Damn, I’m thirsty.

Quinn

Isn’t that what you want, sweetheart? An Alpha who will treat you how you deserve to be treated? A man who will do things to your body no one else has ever done? Caress you just right. Touch you in ways you always wanted but could never ask. An Alpha who can read you. Read your body.

My breath comes in a ragged sigh that ends in a whine. My hand slaps to my mouth, eyes wide in disbelief.

Where… where did that come from?

Quinn

I want to be that for you, sweetheart. Just thinking about it

He doesn’t finish his thought. Instead, a photo pops up on my screen. It’s Quinn from the bare naval down, loose gray sweats tented by his rock-hard cock.

My pussy clenches at the sight, breaths coming faster. The warmth is settling between my legs, but my breasts tingle, my nipples ache. Actually, everything aches.

I slide down the pillows a bit, my knees bent and spread slightly.

Quinn

If I were Nate, I’d keep Erin in bed and never let her leave. Keep her wanting and begging, needing. I’d make sure the bed was always wet with her slick, my come. She’d want my dick inside of her at all times, everywhere.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I think… I think I’m going to come without a touch.

Quinn

You still with me, Vi?

Me

I’m here

I type hastily, unsure of how I’m supposed to respond, but knowing I don’t want him to think he’s crossed a line.

I want this. I want him .

Me

I wish you were in my room with me

I send the message without thinking about it, like my mind and body are working together without either being fully conscious.

It’s a while before there’s any response. And then:

Quinn

Don’t play games with me, sweetheart. I’ll be there in a heartbeat. All I want is to fuck you. Knot you. Claim you.

Heart racing, another whine escapes my chest.

Quinn

You like that, Vi? Are you whining at the thought of my cock sliding into your pussy, taking what’s mine?

I freeze. He heard that?

Quinn

If you’re serious, unlock your door, sweetheart. If you’re not, I’ll go back to my room. You’re in control here

My mind swims with thoughts of Quinn, thoughts of his body, his smile, his humor—all of him. And I know what I want. There’s not a question in my mind.

I’m off the bed, phone on the nightstand, and at the door to open it in a flash.

Quinn stands in the doorway, one hand leaning on the frame, phone in his other hand, chest and shoulders rising and falling with labored breaths. Those dark chocolate eyes are trained on me like a predator tracking its prey, and a thrill courses through my body.

I’ve never felt so desired in my entire life.

Wetness slips from between my legs and slides down my thighs, and Quinn’s nostrils flare, a growl building in his chest. His clean, ocean scent floods my senses, making my eyes widen, my thighs clench. It surrounds me like a warm embrace.

When he licks his lips, I nearly faint. Instead, I slowly back up all the way until my legs bump my mattress, leaving him in the doorway where I can admire his form, this time unabashedly.

He’s shirtless, those loose gray pants sit low on his hips.

Hello, V-Cut. I’ve missed you so.

A bit of dark hair peeks out from the waistband, and his cock still stands at attention beneath the fabric, perfectly outlined.

My mouth waters.

He doesn’t move, though.

“Tell me you want this.” His voice is strangled, like he is losing all control.

And I fucking love it.

“I want you.”

That’s all he needs to hear, entering my room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He prowls toward me at the bed and stands a foot away, placing his phone beside mine and looking down into my eyes before letting his gaze rove over my body.

His lips part, that tongue runs over his teeth as his eyelids dip down then back up.

Without another word, he wraps his arm around my back and pulls my body against his rock-hard muscles and even harder cock, dips his face to my neck and inhales like a beast, lifting me off my feet as he does.

I whine again, unable to control my reactions to this man.

Then, he swallows my whine, mouth and tongue assaulting mine in a frenzy, nearly stealing my breath, forcing me to remember to breathe through my nose.

He crushes my body in his arms and towers over me.

My hands itch to touch his hair, his face, and I snake through his grasp to slide my fingers through his cropped golden locks, slide my other hand down his cheek and along his smooth, chiseled jaw.

His skin is so soft, the thought that he must have just shaved crosses the back of my mind.

Quinn groans, his tongue slowing its assault, changing to languid strokes against mine.

I keep pace with him, and his hands move down my back to grip my ass.

He gives a firm squeeze, drawing a moan from me, then hoists me up, making me squeak as he drags my pussy over his stiff cock, giving a thrust along the way, before settling my hips above his where I wrap my legs around his back to anchor myself.

He clings to me, holding my body steady as he lowers me to the mattress, settling his delicious weight on top of me, his waist between my thighs. Those strong, large hands slide up my body, grip both of my breasts and squeeze, drawing a moan from me which he echoes against my mouth.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he breathes.

My chest tightens at his admission, my breath stutters as I capture his face in my hands and push him back a bit to lock our gazes.

Thumbs rubbing his cheekbones, my brows draw as his eyes glisten in the low lamplight.

The emotion swimming there is strong. Much stronger than I’d expected, like his feelings are deeper than I’d imagined possible.

But he breaks the spell, dipping his head to capture my lips again, slipping his tongue between my teeth and coaxing mine to dance.

I acquiesce with a sigh, my fingers gripping the hair at the back of Quinn’s head, pulling him closer, melding out mouths while his strong hands continue to massage my breasts, taunting my nipples between his fingertips, making them ache and peak.

With a growl, he pulls back from my mouth and yanks the top of my camisole down below my breasts, drawing another whine from me.

He stares down at my chest, his shoulders rising and falling fast with his breath, then dives down to take one nipple into his mouth and sucks, hard.

His hand comes up to pinch my other nipple, and I cry out, the pain turning to pleasure fast. Teeth clamp down on my tight bud, my whine intensifies, and there’s a gush of slick that nearly shoots out of my pussy.

My body tenses immediately, my eyes wide, shock coursing through me.

Embarrassment.

Quinn pulls back to look at my face, concern marring his brow. “What’s wrong?”

My mouth opens and closes a few times before I can get the words out. “My… slick…”

His head tilts, nostrils flaring. “It’s beautiful,” he breathes.

My head shakes. “I’ve never… it’s never… been like this.”

“Sweetheart,” he croons, those hands returning to massaging my breasts, a little lighter now. “I love that your body responds to me like this. Your slick is sexy as fuck. You are sexy as fuck.” His face dips to my neck again, his growl turning to something more steady. A vibration in his chest.

A purr.