Knot Your Damn Omega: Chapter 38

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in days,” Luke breathed into my neck.

“You haven’t, really,” I pointed out.

The exciting news Rylan teased me with was a screen test. Eva had been putting things together behind the scenes, and the test was scheduled for right after she was back so producers could get an idea of how everyone interacted, and if the energy they brought was something they were interested in filming.

The five of them had been distracted for the last week getting ready. Everything revolved around it, getting the studio ready, managing the equipment needed, paperwork, their actual clients, and casual rehearsals.

Which meant less sex for me.

Not zero.

It had been raining all week, so when we were home, we were inside and not going anywhere else.

Ben and Rylan pulled me down to the pool and took turns teasing me with the underwater jets and their tongues before they took me together. A game of pool turned into all five of them fucking me on the table, and probably ruining the surface of it forever.

But it was less with the distraction of what was coming. And I understood it. This was an incredible opportunity, and I wanted it for them just as much as they wanted it. But I also wanted it to be over.

“Well,” he said with a grin. “I have you now.”

I looked up from under my lashes at him. “What are you going to do with me?”

Luke rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “That’s a dangerous question, little Omega.”

“Is it?”

“You remember what I told you would happen?”

A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. “Seeing how far down the rabbit hole I wanted to go.”

“That’s right. And it’s up to you how intense this is.”

After days of them being distracted and long nights at the studio, only having all of them home one night, I wanted fucking everything. “Show me all of it, and we can pull back if we need to.”

Luke’s scent deepened from a salty ocean breeze to the darker scent of water and night air. “I see.”

We were in his bedroom, and he stood from the couch and closed the door before pulling his shirt over his head. The rest of his clothes came off with smooth efficiency, and I watched him from where I sat, drinking in the sleek beauty of his body and the length of him—already hard.

He sat on the end of his bed and looked at me. There was a different air around him. The quiet air of power that crackled when he stepped into this role. I fucking loved it.

“Stand up.”

My body obeyed without me fully processing the thought.

“Take your clothes off. All of them.”

I did, stripping out of my t-shirt and the shorts I was wearing, and leaving them on the couch along with my underwear.

Luke nodded in front of him. “Come here.”

When I was standing in front of him, he smiled, but it was still full of that silent power. “What was the word you used with Kade? To stop?”

“Camera.”

He nodded. “We’ll use that then. If you need me to stop or check in, just say it, okay?”

“I will.”

“Good.” Reaching out, he brushed my arm. “I’m hopeful what we explore doesn’t have to make you use it, but don’t be afraid to.”

Staring at him, I raised an eyebrow. “Are you stalling?”

His stare went from warm to steely.

Alpha.

The hair on the back of my neck rose under his stare, and everything tightened.

“Kneel.”

My knees dropped out from under me, and I landed on the soft carpet. He dragged fingers through my hair and ran them down my cheek, lifting my face to his. “It’s been too long since I felt your mouth, sweetheart.”

His cock was level with my gaze, and I looked at it now, vividly remembering the way he knotted himself in my throat. Warmth and arousal swirled under my skin at the memory.

Luke’s hand squeezed once, getting my attention. “Suck my cock, Omega. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Leaning forward, I took the tip of him between my lips and swirled my tongue around his head. No point in taking it slow—I dove down the length of him, taking most of him in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I love Omega biology.”

A laugh choked out of me in spite of my full mouth. There was very little we couldn’t take, and we knew it. I loved it too, knowing I was prepared to accept whatever they had to give me.

The first time he fucked my throat it was with the others, and there’d been so much sensation I hadn’t really been able to focus on just him. Rylan took my throat with casual arrogance I loved, and Kade was something different all together.

But Luke? With his quiet power and complete control? I wanted to feel what it was like with him. Pulling back, I looked up at him. “Am I allowed to ask a question?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“I know you’re in charge, and we’re exploring it. But will you fuck my throat? Please? The way you want to?”

Luke’s cock jerked in response, and his eyes widened. It wasn’t what he’d expected, and I loved shocking him.

One corner of his mouth tipped up into a smirk. “Since you asked so sweetly.”

He fit the head of his cock against my lips, and the world changed. Both of his hands gripped my hair, guiding me down his shaft, all the way to his balls in one go.

Oh, fuck.

He was on his feet, keeping me pressed against his stomach. “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? For me to take this throat and make it mine?”

Pulling back, he slammed in again, all the way to the hilt. And again. He cursed under his breath and unleashed himself on me, fucking my mouth just as hard as if he were in between my legs.

There was no air to be had, and just like with Kade, I accepted his choice, and everything felt hotter. More awake and alive. There was sharp pleasure under my skin and a desperate need for more of this. Of the taste of him and the brush of his cock across my tongue.

He yanked me off his cock and allowed me breath. I coughed, dragging in air and trying to steady myself.

“Do you need to stop?”

I shook my head.

“Good.”

Luke made my throat his. I spiraled down into that gorgeous space of only reaction. Floating and light, blissful and content to give my Alpha pleasure. When he was so deep his balls pressed against my chin, it felt like he was meant to be there. When he held my head still and fucked, I tried to take him even deeper.

My thighs were wet with need, whole body spun tight waiting for the moment his pleasure would spill over into mine.

He pulled me back, fisted hand making me look up at him. “Who’s throat is this?”

“Yours,” I gasped. “It’s yours.”

“Good girl.”

The thrill of his words sank through me just in time for him to pull me back onto his cock, all the way down. My lips sealed around the base of his shaft, and he held me still, fucking deeper. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

We stayed like that, frozen, as my supply of air diminished. I swallowed out of reflex, and Luke moaned. “God damn, Omega. Your throat is a fucking miracle.”

He didn’t move, holding me down. It was hard to describe the peace and joy zipping through my veins. It felt so strange to be drenched in euphoria with a cock down my throat.

There were no decisions to be made. Only an Alpha to be savored. He was giving me exactly what I asked for. Taking control and allowing me the freedom to do nothing but feel.

He pulled me off, and the world slammed back into full color with air in my lungs. It didn’t change the feral, deep joy I was feeling. Lack of oxygen wasn’t tainting my thoughts.

“I could fuck your throat all night, sweetheart. Maybe someday I’ll watch a movie and you’ll spend it on your knees for me. Would you like that?”

“Yes.”

“Get on the bed.”

He helped me, spinning me so my head hung into open space. “Open. I’m going to use your throat to come before all my other plans for you.”

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. It was even easier to take him like this. Luke’s hands landed on mine, pinning them to bed as his hips worked my throat in long, rolling strokes.

“Yes.” He ground out. “Yes. Yes. Fuck, Esme.”

The delicious heat of him filled my mouth along with the delicate taste of the ocean. There was too much—leaking from between my lips and over my face. I didn’t care. I was wanton and desperate. They could all come in and coat me with cum and I would welcome it.

They made me drunk on their very essence, and the lack of sex this week only made it more acute.

Luke stepped back, helping me slide onto the bed so my head was supported. His breath came in heaving lungfuls, and he stared at me in awe.

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?”

“I know.” I licked his salt from my lips. “And I hope that wasn’t all you had planned.”

He laughed. “Not even close, sweetheart. You seemed interested, so I thought we’d try this.” Luke disappeared briefly, and when he came back, two neat bundles of rope landed on the bed.

“To be clear, I don’t need rope to restrain you. My hands work just fine. But this will feel different.”

Being held down was incredible, and I intentionally didn’t question my instincts when it came to sex like this. Being chased and held down, having my throat fucked into oblivion while I couldn’t breathe… I liked it, and wondering if it was okay for me to do so was only going to twist me up inside.

I had enough of that in my life already.

And being tied up so he didn’t have to hold me down? Yes fucking please. “What do I do?”

“Nothing.” He circled his hand around my ankle, carefully spinning me around so my feet were at the end of the bed again. “I’ve got you. All the decisions are mine, all the work is mine.” Rope circled my ankle, and he wrapped it carefully before slipping two fingers underneath the strands to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

Suddenly, he leaned down, covering my clit with his mouth and sucking deeply. “More importantly, all your orgasms are mine.”

“Fucking hell, Luke.”

He laughed, muffled by the way his mouth was sealed to my skin, tongue working me in quick, fluttering strokes.

It wasn’t nearly enough when he abandoned my pussy and went back to the rope. He pressed my knee upward to my chest, and I didn’t realize what was happening until the rope twisted around my wrist, attaching it to my ankle. This was only one side, but when he did the other…

Arousal whipped through me, making me writhe. When he finished I would be completely open for him, and there was nothing more Alpha and Omega than that.

Luke was quick, repeating the process and checking to make sure things weren’t too tight, but I was floating on a cloud like the pinned butterfly I was. I pulled on the rope to see if I could move at all, and nothing. My hands and ankles were going to be best friends for a while.

Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he knelt where I’d been before. “Where was I?” He murmured before licking me like an ice cream cone.

I couldn’t reach for him and pull that amazing tongue and mouth closer. The way I was bound made it hard for me to even lift my hips and beg for it. I was simply here, bound for him to do whatever he wanted.

He spread me open with his hands, licking and sucking every part of me. Torturing my clit with his tongue before fucking me with it.

My arousal rose so much faster now because I couldn’t move. There was nowhere to go to mitigate the need building in my core—I was simply going to tip over the edge and go screaming down the best roller coaster ever.

As I was cresting that peak, Luke pulled away, the orgasm fizzling into mist. “Wait, no—”

“Remember when I said all your orgasms belong to me?”

“I didn’t know that’s what you meant.”

Luke’s face appeared over mine, all Alpha. “It means you come when I say you can, and not before. It means, little Omega,” he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me with my own flavor on his tongue, “I can choose to take you all the way to the edge as many times as I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You know what you can do to make me stop.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to?”

Fuck me. The smirk on his face told me he already knew I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to be tormented with pleasure just out of reach, and yet I did. God, there was something wrong with me. “No. Don’t stop.”

His purr rumbled between us. “Good girl. Don’t worry, Esme. I’m not only going to deny you.”

“Just a lot?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out.”

He fit himself against me, pushing in, and the way I was spread made him feel bigger than he was, stretching me and making me moan. The bulge of his knot pressed against me from his first orgasm, but he didn’t lock us yet.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel good,” I told him. “Really really good.”

The pleasure was right there, waiting for me to come to it again, pulling me up into pre-orgasmic bliss like a slingshot.

“Esme, you don’t have permission to come,” Luke said. “If you have to, you will ask, and asking doesn’t mean I’ll say yes.”

It was right there, barely out of reach. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Please may I come?”

Luke’s lips grazed over my neck. “Not yet.”

He slowed down his pace, my climax fucking evaporating, and I moaned, the loss nearly painful. “Cruel Alpha.”

I felt him smile. “Absolutely.”

Pushing my bound legs wider, he fucked me again, a ruthless driving pace carrying me toward ecstasy. Again, I could see the blinding fireworks from a distance, and again, Luke told me no, letting everything wink out into darkness.

“You’re going to kill me,” I breathed. “Please, Luke.”

He stared down at me, stormy blue eyes cold with power. “Please what, Omega?”

“Please fuck me, Alpha, and make me come.” The last word was shaky and breathless. He didn’t have to say yes. He could keep me here all night and say no. Why did that thought bring me so much closer to going over?

Luke thrust deep and hard, bringing back the fireworks in full force. No matter if he said no this time, I wasn’t sure I could hold myself back. The orgasm train was already on the tracks at full speed, and the brakes were out. “You can come, sweetheart.”

“Thank fuck,” I moaned, and I barely heard his low laughter through the rushing in my ears. Rapture rolled into me, an ocean tide as strong as his scent, carrying me away with the force of all the pleasure he’d denied me.

His knot thrusting into me and locking us together started the wave all over again. My head was floaty and fuzzy, all of this fizzing through me and hovering, waiting for me to come back to myself.

“Why do you like it?” My words were slurred slightly. “I mean, I know why I like it, but I want to hear it from you.”

“Well,” Luke said softly, “for one, seeing you orgasm like that is better than any movie in the world. Second, it feels good here.” His hand slipped between our bodies and pressed to the center of his chest. “That my command is more important than your desire for pleasure.” A kiss on one cheek. “Or your need for air. Holding that power is like holding a live wire.”

He moved slowly, releasing the ropes from my limbs and rubbing them, easing the stiffness and working blood back in. “And I hope I don’t have to tell you that sex with you is incredible.”

“Back at you.” The awake part of my mind—the piece which wasn’t currently in control—rolled her eyes.

Luke lifted us together, moving us to the head of the bed where the pillows were. “But it’s more than being tied up, or even me saying you can’t come. It’s an exchange. You coming to me and knowing for a little while you don’t have to make any decisions. You can just rest, and let me do it.”

“It doesn’t really seem fair to you.”

“We choose what’s fair, sweetheart. If you were forcing me to do it, then no, it wouldn’t be fair. But you’re not. I’m offering. Holding power and those decisions for you makes me feel the same way letting go does for you. It feels like I can finally breathe.”

He kissed my forehead, and together we did breathe, slowly easing back from that exchange to just the two of us. Words were in my chest, but the fear was still there, even if I hated it. Still, I couldn’t let this moment pass without saying something.

“Luke?”

His eyes flicked to mine.

“You know I have a hard time saying things sometimes, right? It doesn’t mean I don’t feel them or want to say them. Everything gets stuck in my throat and it feels like I can’t breathe, but it’s still there.”

For a second, he froze. Then he pulled me close, wrapping his arms fully around me so we were tangled together.

His purr nearly overwhelmed the whispered words in my ear.

“I love you, too.”