The truth is, I've largely suppressed that part of me for years. I know what ubers are capable of, but there isn't much Corbus and I can't achieve without unlimited resources and a solid plan.
“Okay, but now you’re making me sound like a carnival ride.” That earns me an amused huff, and I run my hands soothingly down her spine. “The only difference between me and the next guy, sweetheart, is that my knot is hard to miss. But I learned a long time ago to ignore it.”
I’m trying to comfort her, because it really isn’t that big a deal to me, but her mouth turns down in a frown. “It shouldn’t be ignored, Bram. Worshipped, maybe.”
I suck in a breath, because she’s rocking on my lap, her eyes hooded as they stare into mine. “Kate…”
“We don’t have to do it here, but I want to see it. I know I’ve been staring at it for three days, but it wasn’t up close.” She bites her lip, her gaze locked on the middle button on my shirt. “And it wasn’t because of me.”
I swallow a groan, because she doesn’t know how wrong she is. Yes, I’ve just bonded Dash, but that doesn’t mean I was immune to her during his heat. In fact, I loved having her eyes on me as I claimed him, and every time we made love, some part of me was imagining her right there, taking my cock and cryingout my name. As for when her pretty quarterback was fucking her right in front of us… Well, I have each and every one of her soft, breathless orgasms playing on a loop in my head.
“Sit on the desk, sweetheart.” She looks at me in surprise, but then scrambles back into her original position. “If you want to see it, it’s all yours.”
She sucks in another breath and glances at the door. “Do I need to lock that?”
I smirk, because I can’t tell if the idea of someone walking in freaks her out or excites her. “It’s self-locking. Like I said, all the security measures.”
“Mmm. Very boy scout of you.” She gives me a cheeky smile, but as I unzip my pants and tug them down my thighs, her eyes go wide. “Now that’s a knot.”
“Pretty much at full capacity,” I tell her, pressing my cock against my abs so she has an unrestricted view. “And if it’s not blindingly obvious, this is all because of you.”
“Me?” She sinks forward suddenly, as graceful as Dash as she goes to her knees. One hand is balanced on my thigh, but the other lifts to skim over my straining bulge. Knots aren’t exactly pretty, but her eyes glow as she gives it a gentle squeeze. “It feels nothing like a foot.”
“Thank fuck,” I grunt, since she hasn’t seen those hairy monsters up close, and hopefully never will. “It looks better with your pretty hand wrapped around it, though.”
She bites her lip as she studies the ring Corbus gave her. I’m glad she’s wearing it, although she might panic if she knew it was insured for close to a million dollars. Not only is it an extremely rare and valuable opal, but it’s also officially part of the Janssen Jewel collection, curated by Corbus himself. There are only a dozen pieces that make the grade, each one almost priceless for their rarity and beauty.
And doesn’t it look beautiful as she moves her hand up my shaft, her thumb tracing a throbbing vein. “You smell amazing, by the way,” she hums, leaning closer to draw my scent into her lungs. “I thought it was that big sexy chair you’re sitting in, but it’s all you.”
I bite back a groan, my head suddenly a mindless weight on my neck. This show and tell is pushing me to my limit, and I can’t resist asking, “Why don’t you tell me how I taste?”
I kind of meant the precum clinging to her thumb, but she leans forward and licks my knot, right at the base of my shaft. Seeing her pink tongue flicking against the angry red flesh makes my head spin, and that groan I tried to muffle rattles out of my chest. Kate doesn’t stop, licking and lapping until she’s traced every inch of my cock, including the slit that’s pumping out precum like it’s a Las Vegas fountain. I pride myself on my restraint, but I have to grab my knot and ease her back before I blow all over my office.
She stares up at me, her lips glossy and her eyes hazy. “Why are we stopping?”
“Because unless you’ve whipped up a pair of trousers to go with that jacket, I’m going to be wearing a huge wet patch the rest of the day.”
She smiles, raising her brows at me. “That can be arranged, but maybe not today.”
I give a frustrated grunt, and while she scoots back to her feet, wrangle my knot back into my pants.
So much for putting the damn thing out of my mind.
When I’m finally done, Kate is still lingering in front of my desk, and I realize there’s a different note to her perfume. Not so much a scent, as a vibration in the air. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“Can you feel Dash through the bond?”
There’s no envy in her voice; just curiosity and a little wistfulness. “I can. He's happy as a well-pampered clam right now.”
“I like that,” she smiles, wrapping her arms around herself. “Lee wasn't ever really clear to me through the bond, but then I'm not sure I really knew him at all.”
“That was his loss, sweetheart.” Less said on the subject of her fucking ex the better, especially since she’s finally lost that haunted look when his name comes up. “One of the advantages of being an uber is that things are magnified. I’ve always had a sixth sense about Corbus, but now we’re sharing an omega, it’s a lot clearer.”
“Mmm.” She pokes me with the toe of her shiny shoe, and there’s a wicked light in her eye as she says, “I saw how good you guys are at sharing omegas.”
I give her a pained look, since my cock just about erupts from my pants. “I promise you, Kate, even if something happens to your hormones, odds are we'll still have some amazing chemistry.”
That must be the right thing to say, because she gives a happy hum as she slides off the desk. “I’m going to take your jacket back to the salon for a couple of tiny tweaks. Are you ready to go home soon?”
