Page 63 of Knot So Social

I wasn’t misreading things.

My heart hurts as I stroke her back. “Everything here is yours, Willow. I promise I won’t take anything away.”

She nods once without looking at me, but the tension remains, cramping the long lines of her body.

I lower her knees to the ground and grab the massage oil, warming the fluid in my hands before skimming it over her ass cheeks and lower back. She hums with enjoyment, head propped on her hands and eyes closing sleepily. After several minutes of massage, she relaxes.

Someone hurt her. Took things from her.

I don’t know her story, but I can’t forgive them; she’s such a precious, responsive woman, I can’t even imagine depriving her of something she wanted.

If nothing else, I can prove to her that this heat will be different.

My dick stays rock hard as I rub my hands over her. Every dip and bone shape is a mystery I need to explore. Between massaging, I take her temperature and record it in the Heat Wave app, along with our start time. I don’t need to worry about fluid intake just yet, but it’s still in the back of my mind.

I want this heat to be the best experience she’s ever had.

It only takes ten minutes before the next hot flush runs through her, beading her skin with more sweat. She murmurs and flexes, hips touching down to the mattress before rising again.

“Willow,” I call, turning her over.

For a moment she stares at me with a misted gaze, but then recognition flashes through those sky-blue eyes. I feel like the Chosen One as she reaches her arms up to hook around my neck.

I hover over her and stroke her cheek. “Honey, shall I put it inside you now?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“I’m pretty big. Let me know if anything’s uncomfortable.” I rubber myself, dropping the packet once in my haste.

Her gaze slides down my body to the long member sitting upright between my knees. Her eyes widen. “Fuck, Jeremy.”

I press my lips together to stop the smirk.

She rolls to one side and gets her legs under her to sit up, the dazed aura vanishing. Eyeing my goods, she says, “I don’t recall ordering king-size.”

“On the house upgrade.” I tease, rocking back so my body stretches out. “You want to inspect?”

“That’s . . . allowed? You don’t mind?”

I shake my head. Whoever taught this omega to be so hesitant about taking what she wants ought to be buried six feet under.

Willow’s hands quiver as she reaches for me. She drags the condom loose and chucks it out of the bed. The moment her fingers graze my swollen head, a hot thrill pulses through me, so violent I let out a groan.

“Look which good boy likes being touched now,” she says breathily.

“Fuck, do I ever.”

She chuckles and pitches forward. One minute I’m in the realm of humans, the next I’m transported to Valhalla, a Valkyrie sucking me down. Or trying to, considering the size.

“Willow,” I groan out, lightly touching her hair.

She grips my base and sucks more in. My knot, recognizing its new master, swells under her fingers. When she squeezes the rigid muscle, I see stars. Never has touch lit me up the way this omega’s doing.

“You’re gonna make me come like that,” I protest.

She smiles around my dick but sucks harder, perfuming the air with her desire. I gasp for breath and play with her hair, using the touch to stay grounded. Something crackles inside me, vibrating and reverberating in my chest.

Willow looks up in shock as my purr echoes. The saliva coating her lips, the flush on her cheeks, all of it’s too much.