Page 39 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)

Kieran

I t’s all I can do to keep myself from falling into a rut with Sterling, his side of the bond an alluring, compelling pull of lust and instinct, focused on fucking our omega.

You would think the presence of so many people around us would drive him into getting Daphne away and somewhere safe first, but apparently not.

Maybe the air purifiers are doing just enough that he doesn’t smell the other alphas, Daphne’s scent keeping him focused on her.

It doesn’t matter. I think we’re about to get kicked out anyway.

A different server than the woman we had before is coming our way, a beta, but he’s large enough that he’s almost as threatening as an alpha. Hopefully threats won’t be necessary, and I can convince Sterling to leave without aggravating his alpha.

I’m still in my right mind (for now) so the server will have no trouble from me.

I grab Sterling again, this time pushing as hard as I can in the bond to get him to follow me, rather than trying to keep him away from Daphne. I gently place a hand under Daphne’s arm, maneuvering her out of her seat, and Sterling follows without breaking their kiss.

Sterling stays wrapped around her as the server reaches our table.

“If I may suggest, we have an exit this way if you’ve found you have somewhere you need to be,” he says, addressing me.

“That would be great. It appears we’re unable to stay for dinner. This should cover the appetizer we ordered,” I say, pulling out some cash and trying to hand it to him so we can get out of here.

He doesn’t take it, shaking his head. “That won’t be necessary, sir. We haven’t brought out the food, so you’re free to go. Thank you for visiting I’m Just a Grill. We hope to see you again another time.”

I would protest, but Sterling and Daphne’s scents are getting stronger, and Daphne whimpers behind me.

I drop some of the money on the table anyway and usher Sterling and Daphne out, following the directions of the server. They come with me mostly docilely since I’m not pulling them apart.

I try not to look at them, worried I’ll be tempted into joining them if I look at Daphne clinging to Sterling like she couldn’t survive without his touch and Sterling tongue-fucking her mouth like he’s about to devour her whole.

We’re so close now, not much further until we’re out of the restaurant. Then, I just have to get them to our SUV and tuck them in the back seat so I can decide what to do from there.

I glance at them as I hold the door open and find Sterling’s hands under the top and bottom of Daphne’ s dress, and Daphne’s unbuttoned Sterling’s shirt so that most of his chest is showing.

I got us out of the restaurant just in time.

I pull on Sterling’s jacket collar, herding them away from the door and down the alley we’ve found ourselves in.

I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and look back before I think better of it. Sterling has Daphne in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist.

Since I stopped walking him, Sterling pushes Daphne against the brick wall.

When I realize what he’s planning, I lunge to stop him. “Sterling, wait—” but a tearing sound interrupts me.

Sterling rips Daphne’s dress down the middle, suddenly freeing her breasts, the shreds of fabric falling like confetti to celebrate the reveal.

I zero in on her chest, pale breasts, hard, pink nipples visible only briefly as Sterling covers them with his head and hands.

Daphne moans and arches into him as he plays with her, lips parted, the tip of her small tongue just peeking out, but now I’m sucking on it, cradling Daphne’s head as I finally kiss her.

Her sweet and almost spicy vanilla taste enters my system in a rush, spreading through me until she saturates me, a paintbrush filling a cup of water with its color.

Our omega digs her fingers into my hair, nails scratching my scalp, making my brain buzz. Everything is vibrating, and I can’t think straight. The rumbling purr may be coming from my chest, but it’s exciting me just as much as it’s enticing our omega.

Everything narrows down to us, the feeling of our omega in our arms, tongue on hers, mouth on her breasts, hands touching her silky skin. She moans and writhes between us, but we don’t let her escape. Based on the amount of her perfume we’re drowning in, she’s not trying to get away anyway.

We tear away the rest of the fabric keeping her hidden from us. She squeaks as the fabric strains across her ass before snapping loose, making her thighs and ass jiggle. We crouch before her and lift her thighs, spreading them wide so we can taste her vanilla sweetness.

All of us groan at the first swipe of our tongue across her pussy, before ravenously attacking with lips and tongue. We taste everything, circling her sensitive clit, making her legs clamp around our head.

It’s not enough, we have to taste it all, so we leave her clit wanting for now as we press our lips to hers, our tongue reaching deep to drink up her slick.

Our omega moans, muffled by our mouth against hers, drinking down her voice. We press our tongues in as far as we can go, trying to meet in the middle, not possible, but tasting her from each end makes us feel like she belongs to us.

Her pussy clenches as we rub the sensitive spot deep inside, undulating our tongue as she floods our face with slick. We don’t stop, spreading her wide to feast.

Our omega’s whines come faster and louder, panting into our mouth and grinding on our face as she gets close to coming for us.

Our thumb presses on her clit, forcing her to come. She freezes, hardly breathing, as her pussy clamps down and she squirts on our face, come dripping down our chin despite our best efforts to lap everything up.

Her legs shake as the orgasm rolls on, but we hold her steady between us. We lick and kiss until she stops, when touching her pussy makes her twitch and moan .

To give her a break, we shift to licking her other hole, but that doesn’t seem to settle her, her legs shaking again and she whines into our mouth.

The fresh slick encourages us though, so we continue circling her tight hole with our tongue and sliding our fingers into her tight pussy. Our knuckles bang against each other as we finger her, but her slick makes it easy for us to alternate strokes and stretch her.

We let go of her mouth so we can play with her breasts, freeing her mouth to make as much noise as she wants, her whimpers and squeals bouncing off the alley walls.

Our mouth sucks and tugs on her nipple, while the other hand plucks at the neglected one. We twist and squeeze until both breasts are red and wet from our attentions, nipples pert and begging for more.

We replace our tongue with fingers, playing with her pussy and ass in tandem.

Our omega pulls on our hair, holding us to her and pushing her hips against us for more.

We’re happy to oblige, playing with her ass until we can get two fingers in, her pussy filled with four, squeezing them and trying to pull us deep.

Our omega is a trembling mess between us.

We’re not sure if we want to taste her come one more time before we knot her, or if we need to fill her now. Our tongue teases around her clit, and the decision is made for us as she comes with a cry, the noise echoing back, surrounding us.

We lift her up, keeping her legs spread wide, and free our cocks by shredding our pants.

We ease her pussy onto our cock, slowly stretching her over the head. She doesn’t agree with our slow pace, digging her nails into our arms to pull us deeper. We let her take the lead, and she takes us down to the knot. We growl, chests vibrating on either side of her.

Her pussy squeezes our cock, and she uses her claws to try to pull herself back up. We oblige by lifting her, sliding her along our cock, enjoying the way she caresses it.

With our help, she sets a fast pace, bouncing on us.

We’re unsure where to look, at her pretty face slack with pleasure, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, or our cock disappearing into her greedy pussy.

Should we close our eyes and focus on the feeling of her heat wrapped around us, her noises of pleasure filling our ears?

We need everything, all of our omega.

Her pussy presses against our knot with each stroke, and she tries to pull herself onto it, but we don’t let her, not yet. We still have to fit our other cock in her.

We hold her still, cradling her to our chest, and our omega whines in protest that we stopped. When we start circling her other hole, she calms down. We spread her cheeks wide, rubbing our cock through her slick, and she whimpers, nails clawing at our neck to drag us close.

We ignore her, knowing she’s too desperate for us to realize we need to start slow. We push in with shallow thrusts until eventually she swallows the rest of our cock with a drawn-out whine.

We grind her clit against our knot, making her clench around us. It only takes a little friction before she comes, clamping down and trying to milk the come out of us.

We hold tight to our own orgasm, fucking her hard and deep.

Our omega claws at us, but we don’t mind. We want her to mark us with her claws and her slick, so other omegas know who we belong to.

We rock her back and forth, stretching her over our knots. Her body shakes as we fill her, rubbing against each other between the thin skin separating us.

With one last push, our omega takes our knots, biting our chest hard as she comes again. Tiny sharp teeth dig in, lightning in our bloodstream, blinding our minds. Our knots swell, locking us together as we come, a temporary tie just like her bite.

Her mind swirls around us, our pleasure mixing with hers, a storm of alphaomegaalpha.

She digs her teeth in harder, making our cocks jerk as we fill her.

We keep going until there’s nothing left, giving our omega everything.

As her orgasm ends, she releases her bite, head falling limply on our chest. Her pink lips are stained red, with more red droplets falling on her breasts, red petals on a cream tablecloth.

We’re pleased our omega is satisfied, her body still rippling around us, but she’s taken all she can handle for now. Her come and slick trickle down our thighs, our come still safely locked deep inside her.

We hold her close, never wanting to let her go, making sure not to tug on where we’re connected and accidentally injure her.

We look for somewhere safe to rest, but there’s nothing in the hard alley that would be comfortable for our omega.

This was our mistake, too eager to please her, not thinking enough about her needs and comforts. It hurts our alphas that we didn’t give our omega a comfortable nest, but we can’t fix that now.

Later we’ll make her the best nest an omega’s ever had. The perfect, cozy space where every surface is cushioned and there are lots of places to store snacks so she’s never left wanting.

Hopefully she’ll forgive us for this one time where we didn’t provide her with a secure, snug place to rest.

Our omega lolls between us, undisturbed by our surroundings or lack thereof, but we know we could have done better to shelter her.

The only thing we can do is hold her until our knots release us.

We crouch carefully, our omega’s legs around our waist so she doesn’t touch the rough brick or hard cement, and kneel with her suspended between us, keeping her warm and safe with our bodies.

We stroke our omega and purr, her breath evening out as she rests.