Page 19 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)

Daphne

W e meld together, Feliks’s lips fitting perfectly with mine.

Sparks travel through me, and our kiss intensifies quickly as I open my mouth for him.

My body is a riot, nerves firing off everywhere even though it’s just a kiss.

I dig my heels into Feliks’s back, pressing myself more firmly against him, and he groans and palms my ass. He grinds against me, although our height mismatch means my core is against his stomach, the friction making me desperate for more.

I tug harder on his shirt and vaguely hear something tear, but I’m too excited by the new patches of skin that are exposed to pay attention. I keep one arm around his neck and use the other to explore the planes of his chest, brushing through light curls as my hand travels down.

Feliks slides my shirt up and palms my breast, calloused fingers making me moan as they drag across my skin and squeeze my nipple. I press against his hand in a silent demand for more .

Instead, he removes his hand and pulls back. I whine in distress, trying to chase after his lips.

“I didn’t mean to go this far. You looked so precious I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you before I left. That was all I planned to do, I swear,” Feliks says, panting hard.

I hear him, but I don’t care that we just met and we’re making out in my place of work, I want more.

I pout at him, unable to think enough to form words, but he just smooths the hair back from my face and kisses my forehead. He lowers me to the ground (I’m not even sure when he picked me up), and I try to cling to him before a better idea strikes.

I let him set me on my feet and then grab his hand and lead him away from the exit.

Feliks huffs out a confused laugh. “Where are we going?”

I take us further down the hall, cutting the corner quickly in my haste and almost bouncing off the wall, until I reach our destination.

I push on the heavy door, and it slowly creaks open, having been neglected for too long.

I pull Feliks in and push him onto the couch we keep in the extra storeroom that we basically never use. Small clouds of dust billow up as he lands.

I must have surprised him, because I easily maneuvered him despite his size advantage. I turn on a small lamp and close the door before following him down onto the couch.

“Kitten.” He grabs my hips before I’m fully seated on his lap, keeping me suspended over him. “What are you doing?”

His hands flex on my hips, and I can see the strain he’s under after our kiss. I want to fix that for him, for both of us.

I push on Feliks’s shoulders to get him to lay back so I can help him, but he doesn’t budge. I’ve lost the advantage of surprise.

“I want to continue what we started. Don’t you?” I say.

His eyes flick down my body and pupils dilate with lust, but he clenches his jaw and returns his gaze to my face.

“I definitely enjoyed our kiss, but I didn’t mean to rush into this. I want to date you, get to know you. I’m not looking for a quick fling,” he says.

That cools my ardor.

Some people assume omegas are quick to get into bed, but it doesn’t seem like that’s what he’s suggesting. He sounds uncertain, like he’s worried I’m not interested in him for more than his body.

I tried to learn more about him at breakfast, but maybe Feliks just takes everything slowly, including opening up to someone.

That’s fine by me. I’m usually slow to open up too.

I’ve never felt this intense attraction before, and I let myself get carried away, assuming Feliks felt the same.

“I want that too. I’m not looking for just a quickie. I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time. Or maybe ever,” I mumble the last part before continuing. “We’ll take things slow.”

I didn’t mean to pressure him, and now I feel bad for coming on so strong and dragging him back here.

I look away and try to get up so he can leave, but Feliks doesn’t let go.

“You’ve never felt this way before?” he asks in a strangely flat voice.

I glance at him from under my eyelashes, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“No?” I say uncertainly .

It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’ve never felt so out of control with a partner, not even during my heats. Sure, my omega made me crave sex and knots, but I didn’t crave my exes specifically. I should have realized that wasn’t a good sign, but to be fair, I had no experience otherwise.

Feliks stares at me for what feels like an eternity but is probably only a few seconds.

“Fuck it,” he says and crushes his lips to mine.

He pushes his tongue into my mouth before I catch up with our change of plans, but once I do, I eagerly suck on it and Feliks groans.

I moan as he drags my pussy along the ridge of his cock and tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging on it to spur him on. He thrusts up into me, and I work to match his rhythm, scratching at his back and pulling on his shirt, overwhelmed by the feelings zapping through me.

Feliks kisses along my jaw up to my ear, teasing it with his teeth. I whine at the feeling of his teeth so close to my neck. He brushes his lips down my throat but doesn’t bite it.

I return the favor, but after a few kisses and licks, I can’t help biting my way across his neck to his shoulder and digging my teeth in. Feliks bucks up into me and moans, grinding me hard against his cock.

My new favorite toy is suddenly tugged out of my mouth, and I flip through the air to land on the cushy couch. I open my eyes wide in surprise and find Feliks already straddling me, yanking his torn shirt off.

I prop myself up to touch this new treat, but only get to stroke his chest briefly before he pushes me back down. He puts his hand on my neck, using his thumb to tilt my chin up for a hard kiss .

When he lifts the hem of my shirt, I raise my arms to help him get it off.

Feliks stares down at my exposed chest before diving in to cup my breasts and press his face against them, kissing and licking.

I drag my nails across his back as he teases me, rubbing my slick-drenched thighs together. Before I get too desperate, Feliks shifts to kiss my stomach and slide my pants partway down my thighs.

Feliks gets up to take off his own pants. I watch as he hastily unzips his jeans, glad he’s as eager for this as I am. He pulls his jeans and boxers down together, large cock leaning toward me. Precum is already dripping down the side, making me thirsty.

I’ve never seen a beta’s cock in person before, but Feliks’s seems just as big as any alphas’, it just doesn’t have a knot, the bulge at the base that would swell and lock us together.

With no knot to stop us, we could keep going after he comes, depending on his stamina and interest. In the past, there were times I wanted to keep going, but my exes locked us together before I was ready for things to end.

I try to kneel on the couch, but Feliks left my pants hampering me, so I’m struggling to get up.

Before I can get to his cock, Feliks pushes his jeans down and kicks them off, having already toed off his boots while I was distracted by the show.

He pushes me back on the couch again, kneeling to pull off my shoes and pants.

He lifts my feet, putting one over his shoulder and the other on the couch, spreading my legs wide for his broad shoulders to fit between them.

His breath is hot on my white cotton-covered pussy. Feliks looks up at me as he licks my pussy, only the thin material separating us. I whine and try to press closer, but his arms on my thighs keep me trapped on the couch.

Feliks keeps licking, teasing me through the fabric and tracing the slick that trickled down my thighs.

He presses his tongue in like he’s trying to get it inside me, stretching the fabric.

A tearing sound follows a sudden sting on my hip as Feliks rips off my underwear.

Now that there’s nothing between us, he circles his tongue around my clit, making me buck, and pushes his tongue in. His nose bumps my clit as he undulates his tongue, my slick dripping down his chin.

I hold on to his hair and grab the back of the couch to brace myself while he eats me.

It doesn’t take long for me to come, legs shaking as Feliks holds me open so he can keep licking me through my orgasm.

He’s still licking by the time I come down, making my muscles twitch as the pleasure builds again. It’s too much and not enough, but I’m jittery and can’t muster up the strength to go after what I really want.

I settle for pathetically tugging on his hair to get his attention before saying, “Put your cock in me. Now.”

Feliks jolts like my voice caused an electric shock and stands up, aligning our hips.

I’m so busy being smug he followed my order that I almost miss watching him guide his cock in.

I moan as it stretches me, my slick making it easier for him to work the big head in. He thrusts shallowly, slowly pushing farther in. I tighten my legs around his hips to urge him on, but Feliks puts a hand on my collarbone to hold me in place while he continues at his own pace.

The anticipation is driving me into a frenzy, when I’d rather he be driving me into the couch. I whine and scratch at his arms, but he just gives me a stern look.

Eventually he puts his knees on the edge of the couch and thrusts forward, giving me half of his cock. My legs twitch and shake with every slow withdrawal and thrust, but I need more, more of him.

His cock hits a sensitive spot, and I let out a plaintive whine at the gentle torment. It makes my eyes water, needing more but being denied. I scratch at him again, digging my nails into his arms and shoulders.

This time I get more of a reaction, and he puts his hand on my neck, thumb lightly pressing on the base of my throat.

“Behave, kitten,” Feliks says firmly.

I freeze and stare up at him, wide-eyed. I like this dominant side of him…but I still want what I want, and I’m not getting it.

I slowly and deliberately dig my nails into his arms again while maintaining eye contact. He clenches his jaw but otherwise doesn’t move or try to stop me.