Page 52 of Knot His Beast

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Fuck my face, honey. You know you wanna.

“Bentley…fuck. I don’t want to hurt you,” he gasps.

The thought of that is laughable, and I chuckle darkly as I slow my movements until I’m barely moving.

“You’re…mean,” he complains.

“Fuck me,” I say around his cock, the words completely garbled as I let my spit slide down his shaft until it reaches his balls.

My eyes are on his as I kneel for my omega in supplication, begging him to trust me with his heart and body. Something finally snaps inside of him, and he drags my face closer to his pelvic bone until my nose is pressed against it. Then, he pulls his cock out of the warmth of my throat before thrusting so hard, he blocks my airway.

Tav fucks my face like the wild, obsessed omega I know he can be, until he finally screams out his release, his chest heaving with exertion. Our pets are blissfully unaware that their daddy just destroyed me with his cock and cum, happily sleeping.

My constant noise as I’ve been working upstairs the last couple of days have helped keep Floyd from wanting to follow me around every time I move. Thankfully, he’s accepted me easier into his space than Tav.

Tav pulls me off his cock, and then I’m standing with a smirk. Opening my mouth, I show him I still have his cum inside it, and his face reddens as he perfumes with a shudder.

“Is that a present all for me?” he asks, his voice full of desire.

Fuck. I’m about to have a feral omega in a few minutes.

“Yes,” I rasp, pinching his lips until they open for me. There’s a bit of mischief and intense curiosity in his gorgeous eyes as he waits to see what I’ll do next.

Spitting a stream of cum and saliva into his mouth, I quickly slam my mouth on his before he can overthink it. His groans are full of arousal and not disgust, leading me to believe that he doesn’t hate this one bit.

“Give me a few minutes to fix your nest,” I say breathlessly. “Be a good boy and clean up for me? The warmth of the shower will feel really good before your stomach cramps hit.”

A flash of fear crosses his eyes before he nods. I took all the razors out of the bathroom when I moved in. He can only use them if I’m in the room with him, a concession he surprisingly didn’t fight.

“Are you going to be okay?” I ask carefully.

“Yes. I don’t want to ruin your surprise. I haven’t even peeked while you were working,” he promises. “I’m excited to see it, but I’m also worried I’ll hate it.”

“You won’t hate it,” I promise him, watching with heat in my eyes as he strips off his sweatpants and crosses the apartment naked. “Oh. Well that’s just plain mean. Your ass is screaming for my cock.”

“If I have to be horny, so do you,” he grumbles, making me chuckle.

As soon as the door closes behind him to the bathroom, I get to work bringing the pieces of the floor bed frame up the stairs. Putting it together doesn’t take long, and then I’m returning for the mattress to haul it up the steps.

New sheets are pulled over the mattress once I have it perfectly placed over the bed frame, and I make sure to make up the bed the way that I’ve watched Tav do it. A nice, low level chandelier is easy to install, and then I’m heading downstairs for one last thing.

Tav is such a minimalist, he needs a mostly blank canvas for his nest. Anything else he wants, he can add. However, I know he loves music, so I bought him a portable record player. In case the animals get to be too much or he needs to break in a place that’s pristine and clean, he can come up here and chill out with his music.

“Bentley?” Tav asks, making me move quickly to the stairs. There’s something in his voice that doesn’t sound quite right, and I hurry down the steps toward him.

“Yes, baby?” I ask, breathless from how fast I moved. There’s a slight, unfocused look in his eyes, and I look over his naked body to see if he’s hurt.

He’s wearing a towel and nothing else, and he still has droplets of water over his skin.

“I want you and my nest,” he confesses.

“Let’s go,” I say, holding out my hand to him. “Lose the towel. You won’t need it.”

“Promise?” he asks.

“Yes, I promise.”

Our pets have automatic feeders and water, and the fridge is stocked with food. Tav fussed at me when I came home with more than what his list specified, but I knew this is something he’s been fighting against.