Page 35 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)

Feliks

W e make it to my bike before I think better of it. I pause, wondering if I should ask Daphne if we can take her car to…wherever it is we’re going.

“Do I get to ride it?” Daphne asks giddily before I can say anything.

“You don’t have to ask, you can always ride it.”

Daphne looks away from the bike, and I realize she was talking about that. Oh well, the answer’s the same.

“Should I bend over it then? Or lean back on it?” Daphne asks in a sultry voice, backing toward the bike.

My breath catches as she sits on it, looking up at me from under her lashes.

I’m standing over her, legs caging her in, without thinking about it, dropping the food somewhere along the way.

“I’m not sure we should do this out here,” I say, but my hands are in her hair and I’m bending down to kiss her.

I cover her lips with mine, smothering her moan with my tongue. I savor her taste, rich, sweet vanilla mingled with a hint of the creamy raspberries, taking her mouth like I want to eat her.

Her hands are fisted in my shirt, pulling me close, and she whines beautifully. Her tongue ventures into my mouth, and I switch to sucking on it.

Daphne’s perfume blooms around us, the alluring floral warmth blasting any remaining thoughts out of my head.

Later I’ll be thankful I parked in the back of the lot and we’re mostly hidden from prying eyes by trees. I don’t want anyone but my packmates to see our omega like this.

Daphne’s already pulling up my shirt by the time I shrug my jacket off, every brush of her hands against me electric.

She dives for my pants next, but I stop her with a hand in her hair, pulling her back. She looks up at me, pupils blown.

I’m aching to fill her with come, but I want her to come all over me first.

I slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the fabric falling just enough that it hangs off her breasts, where her nipples capture my attention.

She’s not wearing a bra, so with one more tug I’m able to take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking hard.

I catch her as her knees buckle, switching to the other side as Daphne pulls my hair, urging me on.

I don’t notice when her hands move, but she sneaks down to work at my zipper again, her little claws trying to get inside so she can play with my cock.

I growl against her breast and spank her ass. She twitches and moans but doesn’t stop scrabbling for my cock.

With a pop, I let go of her nipple, grabbing her wrists.

“Good kittens don’t rush me,” I say .

“But I want it,” she says with a whine, pouting at me.

I spin her around and lift her up, and she squeaks as I set her on the bike. With her straddling it, her dress hikes indecently high.

“How were you planning to ride with me without showing off your underwear when you lean forward?” I ask, teasing a finger along the skin just under her hem.

“By not wearing underwear,” she says cheekily.

I groan at the thought of her bare pussy on my motorcycle. I yank up her dress to check and find she was telling the truth, her naked lower half fitted to the seat, some of her slick already leaking onto it.

I grab her waist and rub her against the seat, Daphne moaning as her clit slides along the leather.

My distraction only lasts so long, and she reaches for me again.

I grab my shirt off the ground and tear it in two, during which time Daphne pops the button on my pants. I use the pieces of my shirt to tie her wrists to the handlebars.

In this position, it almost looks like she’s riding it, except she’s splayed out further than normal, her hands sticking past the handles, and since she’s shorter than me, she’s stretched obscenely across the large bike.

Her breasts are pressed against it, hair falling over her shoulders, back arched, and ass sticking out of her dress.

I step back and just look, squeezing my cock through my pants. Daphne watches my hand move like she hasn’t had a drop of water in days, and she’s desperate for a drink.

I’d meant to do something else, but…

“Have you learned your lesson about behaving, kitten?” I ask in a rough voice.

She whines and wiggles, seeming to realize she can make herself feel good that way. She flexes her thighs to grind on the seat, her feet useless since they’re dangling off the ground and unable to reach the pegs.

I let her tease herself, watching her writhe and moan as she slides back and forth, breasts bouncing with her jerky movements. Daphne keeps her eyes on me as she does, waiting for me to give her what she really wants.

“It doesn’t look like you’ve learned your lesson. Greedy kittens who don’t do as they’re told get in trouble.”

She whines at my words. I pull her dress up and tuck it around her waist, and she wiggles her ass, tempting me to forget what I’m doing and take her now.

I put a hand on the small of her back to stop her from moving and press her into the bike.

She shivers and tenses like she’s close to coming already.

I stroke one of her cheeks, admiring the smooth, creamy skin that I’m lucky enough to touch. I follow it down to where it meets the seat, feeling how much of her slick has spread around.

A crack echoes through the parking lot, and it takes Daphne a second to react. I watch as her breath catches and eyes widen.

I rub my hand over the red mark where I spanked her. “Are you going to be good now?”

“Not until you give me what I want,” she sasses back, trying to wiggle under my hand, but I hold her steady.

“Hmm, and what is it you want?”

As soon as she opens her mouth, I spank her again, harder this time, watching her ass jiggle.

She squeals, the noise chasing the sound of the blow.

“I didn’t catch that. What do you want?” I ask again.

She inhales hard before saying, “I want—” SMACK “— your COCK.” The last word comes out as a yelp as I spank her.

I rub her ass, both sides nicely pink now, fingers dragging through the slick as more drips down to splash on the ground.

I grab one cheek and squeeze, pushing her against the bike to grind her pussy on it.

She moans and tries to push back into my hand.

“Please, please, I’ll be good. I just need your cock so badly,” she whines.

My cock jumps with every noise she makes, and that made it throb so hard I almost thought I was coming.

“I don’t want to rush into things before you’re ready,” I say, rubbing her skin to soothe it.

“I’m ready nowww.”

I give her backside one last squeeze.

“You’re ready for my cock now? No more spanks?” I ask.

Daphne peers over her shoulder at me. “Well, maybe a few more.”

I grin, spanking each cheek twice in quick succession. It results in one long moan, Daphne’s thighs twitching as she comes.

Her mouth is still open by the time I get my pants unzipped and slide my cock past her lips.

Daphne’s eyes flutter open, staring up at me as she licks around the crown, teasing the skin bunched there.

I growl and tighten my hand in her hair, pushing deeper. Her moans vibrate around my cock.

I thrust shallowly as she relaxes and lets me stretch her throat, tongue massaging my length as I work it all the way in to the base.

I pull back so she can breathe, her canines scraping lightly against me as I withdraw. I lock my knees so I don’t buckle, vision going hazy as her sweet mind flickers briefly in mine.

I brace myself on the bike before thrusting again, the glimpse into Daphne only exciting me more, and I dig my fingers into her hair to cradle her head.

Saliva coats my cock and drips down her chin, and she tries to suck me back in immediately when I pull out for her to breathe.

My hips snap forward as my rhythm grows more erratic. The wet sounds mix with my panting, but I can hardly hear either over the blood rushing in my ears.

Daphne sucks hard on my head, and I almost lose it. I press my fingers into her jaw until her mouth pops open and releases me.

I tilt her face up to mine, mouth hanging open, chin glistening, and eyes hazy with need. I probably have a similar look on my face.

I lean down for a hard kiss, tasting my earthy spice mixed with her fruity vanilla, licking inside her mouth because I want to devour her. Daphne whines when I break it off, but she won’t miss my tongue for long.

I move behind her to straddle the back tire and lift her legs, resting her knees in the crook of my elbows. She squeaks in alarm as she’s pushed forward, but I hold her steady so she doesn’t fall.

I lick up her center, slick immediately covering my face. More slick drips down my neck as I take my next taste, and Daphne squeals when I suck hard on her clit. She bucks into my face as she comes, but I don’t let up, working her with my tongue and teasing both holes.

Daphne does her best to smother me as I work her over, thighs tight around my head. I spread her wide and lick as deeply as I can, not stopping until she comes one more time.

When she stops shaking, I gently lower her, and, keeping an arm around her waist, I get us lined up and finally sink my cock into her pussy.

We groan when I’m fully seated in her, and I pause to savor the feeling. My cock has missed her so much.

I haven’t stopped thinking about Daphne, my kitten, since we met, her precious flowers and dreams and intelligence, but in the background there was always this ache to be in her, part of her.

When I can bear to separate from her even a little, I pull out slightly just to thrust back in.

I set a quick rhythm, unwilling to leave her empty for long. Daphne moans with each thrust, chest bouncing on the bike.

The world narrows down to just Daphne and me. It’s always like that when we’re together, but now I forget everything else. I forget my name, where we are, how long I’ve had her on my cock, just holding her close.

I strain to get closer still, wanting more, wanting it all, everything washed away except for us.

I don’t forget her name though, my kitten. Daphne. My Daphne. My omega. My mate.