Page 54 of Heat Hesitation

The tighter the tension builds the harder I squeeze Enzo’s knot and I can feel him through our bond, wild and lost to the pleasure.

"Can I knot you?" Theo grunts behind my shoulder and I cry, "God yes, please Theo!"

"Unh! Fuck yes, fuck, fuck!" He roars, shoving his knot so deep and hard I accidentally squeeze Enzo's knot in a vice grip like I’ve lost complete control. Enzo shouts, and I watch as white ropes of come coat the floor between his legs.

Theo's locked inside me while I shake. When I release Enzo, I fall forward, and Theo's hand that was wrapped around my waist drops to my clit, and he rubs me so fast and hard I come in a gush, slick flooding my thighs, every nerve ending, every sensation a loose rocket. He doesn't relent, and I'm sobbing, soaking myself, the floor, even Enzo, who's collapsed on a heap in front of me.

Finally, I have to grip Theo's wrist to steady myself, who’s lost to his own oblivion and pleasure, grunting in delirium, his knot thick and hard inside me. I can feel his cock moving, locked as it is, until all his ministrations slow, just a random grunt and buck of his hips like he’s shaking out the last of it. As he comes down, he cradles me from behind, kissing my temple, hugging me close.

Theo's knot deflates, but his cock is so long and thick it stays inside of me. It takes several minutes for anyone to move.

There are basic cleaning supplies near a lovely-looking sink in the corner of the room that doesn't at all look like the shady cleanup situation you might expect in a room where people fuck.

"Be sure to tip Roxy," I tell Enzo, who cleans up around us and taps a few things on the screen by the door, essentially closing the tab.

Theo giggles, and it's so fucking cute. I turn and kiss him. It's bright, sweet, and fun, and I bet I could make out with him for hours.

We get dressed and wash up, shivering from the aftershocks. Both men squeeze each of my hands tightly as we make our way out into the night, back toward the waiting SUV.

Chapter 23

Asher

The house is quiet while Greta prepares meals, since my brothers, including Enzo, are all at the office.

He's getting better at not clinging to Ophelia, and she takes it in stride, but it does make me nervous about how the three of us will act when we finally get to bond with her—assuming she lets us.

Things are heading in that direction and the fact that she not only forgave Theo but actually slept with him is a good sign.

Again, I'm happy for him, though jealous as fuck. The timing hasn't been right with her, and I want our first time to be alone. I want to share her, too, but I want the first time I strip Ophelia down and make love to her, for it to be just us.

Ophelia struts into the living room dressed in a black vest and white shirt. "Can I get a ride somewhere?" she asks politely.

Sully and I have talked about getting her a car, but selfishly, like that she has to rely on us to get around. Though we're the ones who forced her to move so far from downtown, we're not ready to let her out of our sight.

It'll have to change eventually.

"Why are you…" I point to her outfit.

"I've got a gig—just a lunch party at some office downtown. So? Can I get a ride? Or can I borrow a car?"

"Do you have your license?" I ask skeptically.

She scoffs, "Of course I do! Ha Ha, what a crazy—okay, no, I don't. But I know how to drive, I take Red's truck all the time."

My eyes narrow, but she ignores me. Well, at least that's another excuse not to get her a car yet. "I can give you a ride, but… Ophelia, you know you don't need to work, right?"

Her jaw tightens, "Of course, I need to work. I need money. I'm not going to just freeload off your pack—"

"You are a part of this pack now. You accepted that when you bonded Enzo. Look, Sully already set up an account in your name, and whatever you need, you can expense the pack account."

Sully was going to give her a debit and credit card, but every time money comes up, she changes the subject and leaves the room. I didn't expect to be having this conversation with her today, but here we are.

"No."

"No?"

"That's what I said. Now, can you give me a ride, or am I walking?"

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