Page 40 of Knot As It Seems

She looks between me and Clement, tilting her head and subconsciously messing with a strand of her hair. “That's both of you now that have made a verbal claim on me. Are either of you at a point where you're considering bonding me? I know things moved kind of quickly with Monet, and that Calloway and Edric bonded me when I was vulnerable and needed reassurance; Anderson was…well. Anderson needed to happen. There's nothing really pressing on us right now, so I'd like to know where your heads are at. I think we all know exactly what'snotgoing to come of my relationship with Moon, so you two are theonly ones I really need clarity on. Is there a reason you're both tiptoeing around me when we're at home?”

Startling us out of the surprisingly heavy moment that the kissing turned into, an aggressive knock slams on the door. “Five minutes sir,” somebody yells before the footsteps walk off.

Clement stands up, sighing and pulling his hands through his hair. All of my attention is focused on Fable, who’s holding her breath while he gathers himself and straightens his clothes, then reaches out a hand to help her stand before explaining things to her. “I did not want you to feel pressured in any way, Fable. That's why I've been giving you a little space; but clearly, I've given you too much if you're questioning me. I keep forgetting that you require reassurance because you're from a different world than I am. You haven't had stable things to depend on, and maybe that was true of me at one point, but I've had the steady hand of my pack behind me for years, and I incorrectly assumed you knew that bonding Monet was as good as bonding all of us.

“I know you still want the official bite, and as soon as it feels like we're in a good situation to make that happen, it will; but you’re pack. You're our omega whether or not you have our bite. I'm all in, princess. And don't write Moon off just yet. I have a feeling he’s going to surprise you.

“I have to get out there and host my show, apparently. I would love it if you kissed me one more time so I can go out there smelling like you. It's always fun to get people talking.”

I bring my hands up to frame her hips, generously guidingher up while Clement pulls. She leans into me, letting the hardness of my body press into her longer.

“How much do you want them to talk?” Her tone implies she’s ready to be a little bit of a menace, and I’m obsessed that we were able to pull that side out of her.

Clement stares at Fable, studying her to try and discern what she’s getting at. Do we want the entire room to know he’s taken? I don’t know exactly what she’s thinking yet, but fuck yeah. Scent marking him is sort of the omega equivalent to pissing on your territory. I don’t think she’d bite him right now. Even if she was ready to for that, they’d both need recovery time after. That’s something we don’t have at the moment.

What she can offer though, is a little something to remind him she’ll be thinking about him and looking forward to spending more time together later, an invitation I hope extends to the both of us.

Clement’s eyes dilate quickly as her hands fall back to the hem of her dress, lifting it inch by inch until she’s standing there, hips still bracketed by my eager but restrained hands, and covered cunt on display.

I peek over her shoulder because I’m only human. I figured she’d be wearing scent blocking panties to get through the night, and objectively, maybe the nude-colored fabric isn’t the most exciting fabric choice, but on this omega? I have to pull my hips back so she doesn’t feel how ready my body is for hers.

Unwilling to miss out, I pivot to the side of her, keeping my hands in place. I’m just in time to watch her pull those panties to the side, baring herself completely as she commands Clement to get on his knees.

Yeah, Clement is happy about being bossed around for once.

He’s clearly waiting for the catch, because she hasn’t been shy about needing bonds before getting physical, but something must have shifted, because she’s not holding herself back from something she seems to desperately want.

Clement lifts one of her high-heeled feet and presses kisses to her ankle, then up the side of her leg as he drapes it over his shoulder, pausing to take a deep inhalation of her scent where it’s most potent. His eyes roll back into his head as he falls on her, and it’s all I can do to uphold my alpha duty by keeping her upright.

His mouth is crazed as he licks and nips at her, enjoying the hell out of cleaning up her slick. When he looks up at her through his lashes, his lips glossy with her arousal, Fable’s expression says she’s gone for him.

Unable to keep to myself any longer, I start brushing lingering kisses along the side of her neck, my cock hardening against her back while my packmate satiates the both of them, but we all know we don’t have the time we want right now to do much more than a deep tease.

After another pound on the door, Clement gives our wound-up omega one last lick before sliding her panties back into place and fixing her gown, not bothering to wipe his face off as he walks backwards out of the room.

When the door closes, she nearly swoons into me, but I’m ready. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Can I take care of you, Omega? Quell the fire he just ignited? I can use my fingers on you and get you off in under a minute, guaranteed.”

She nods. “I don’t want to miss his speech, though.”

I keep my position behind her, one hand creeping down to pull her gown up and hold it out of the way while my other one wastes no time in slipping under the flimsy barrier of her panties. I’ve always thought my fingers were a bit thick, and it feels almost wrong to be touching her with my callouses, but with how much Clement worked her up, I’m able to slide right past her clit so I can tease her entrance before plunging two fingers deep inside of her, forcing her to stretch around me.

Fable’s knees go weak at the onslaught of sensations, but once again, I’m steady and dependable as she wordlessly watches my forearms flex. Huh. Is this why women get worked up about men’s forearms?

“That’s it, Omega. Make whatever sounds you need to. There’s no one here to be quiet for, and your alpha has been dying to know what you sound like when you come.”

Her head falls back against my shoulder as she starts to ride my fingers, my wrist at a steep angle to accommodate her body. I lean into it, curving my fingers just so, brushing against even better places, and then start ramping up the attack so I can make good on my promise.

She’s soon a whimpering, shameless mess in my arms, but I’m about to make her come faster than I thought was possible, using the heel of my palm to press against her clit. At this point, I’m suspending her entire body up with one hand while I fuck her with it, and she’s gripping onto my forearm like it’s a swing on a zipline. She pulls herself up and drops her weight against the fist I’m making outside of the fingers being utilized, her body trying to swallow it like it’s a knot.

“Gods, you’re the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Fable. I don’t even fucking care if you pull this arm out of the socket completely. It’d be a hell of a story to tell when I got it reset.”

With a keening cry, her orgasm finally ends, leaving her jittery and weak. I sweep her up against my body, opposite arm now wrapped firmly under her ass to support her weight as my other hand slips to my lips so I can clean himself off. I’m half tempted to throw her onto the chair and clean her up fully, because she’s so decadently rich and sweet, but I think she needs to come down and re-stabilize herself more than I need to get her off again.

I can almost feel how wet she is through her gown as I carry her down the hall, but she doesn’t ask me to stop so I continue on my way, confident as fuck with her in my arms. I helped her get in this state, and I kind of want to just walk right down the catwalk and show her off. I won’t, but I want to.

It’s not a challenge to quietly exit through a side door so I can get my omega to the rest of my pack, to the seats reserved for us right up front near where Clement will be standing and talking. I got her out here just in time, because as soon as we sit down, he sends Fable a wink and licks his lips in an obscene way before addressing the room and thanking everyone for coming.

He might be talking about his new collection and all the hard work from everybody on his creative team that’s gone into making tonight happen, but his eyes flick to Fable every fourth word and I know he’s imagining what I did to Fable once he left the room. Hard not to when she’s refusing to leave my lap and my whole forearm is burning from overuse.