Page 108 of Knot Your Business

“And here you gave me shit for starting without you,” I mutter, shaking my head.

I kiss Violet’s shoulder and ease the zipper of her dress down. The second the fabric is pooled at her feet, I’m easing off her bra and scent blockers, groaning as her honeysuckle floods the space like a fucking tsunami. The desperate, spicy edge is gone from it, the ultimate proof that her heat has really subsided.

I shove my slacks and underwear down before kneeling on the bed, just far enough away from Jasper that I can thread my fingers through his hair. He moans at the touch, twisting so he can bite my wrist.

Laughing, I hold my other hand out to Violet. She stands at the foot of the bed, her chest flushed and her nipples peaked, slick already starting to slide down her thighs. Her eyes are wide as she looks between the three of us.

“Come here, pretty Omega,” I murmur.

She bites her lip, messing with the industrial piercing. I raise an eyebrow and wiggle my fingers.

She giggles and climbs onto the bed. “Where do I…” She trails off. “This is way wilder than anything I’ve ever done. I’m starting to understand how Faedra feels when I say something a bit scandalous.”

Jasper laughs, though it’s more than a little breathless. I guide her to me, kissing her until the nervous tension eases away from her and those little whimpers she makes are crawling up her throat nearly continuously.

“Don’t overthink it,” I murmur, and she nods. “And the first couple minutes are awkward. Always.”

She giggles, and I nip at her lip, grinning when the laugh cuts off on a hard gasp. Her scent gets stronger, and it blends with Dominic’s and mine so seamlessly, it’s addictive. I pull away from her, turning her until her back presses up against my chest. Jasper doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward and kissing her, cupping her face and twisting his hands into her hair.

I notch my cock into her entrance, holding her hips to keep her from moving, and then ease into her. The moment I’m sure she’s adjusted and that I’m not hurting her, I ease her forward onto her elbows. She whines as Jasper releases her, and I laugh.

“Give him just a minute, pretty Omega,” I murmur, my voice already haggard.

Dominic palms Jasper’s throat, keeping him kneeling instead of following Violet to all fours as she opens her mouth and flattens her tongue in universal permission. Jasper groans with the first swipe of her tongue, his legs trembling from Dominic’s movements already.

As promised, the first few minutes are awkward, trying to figure out the pace that accommodates us all. And then it suddenly clicks.

Violet’s lips wrapped around Jasper are a fucking sight.

My body is wrung out from the last six days, my stamina nonexistent. My eyes unfocus as I work to hold out, focusing on the feel of Violet in front of and below me, her curves soft and molding to my hands as I trace down her spine and twist her hair around my fist.

“Love,” Jasper grunts.

She hums. He nods, not pulling away as he curses under his breath and his body shakes with his release. The moment I know she’s safe, I pull her up against me and circle her clit, focusing on her body falling apart against me as her release rockets through her. Her whines get louder, her scent so incredibly thick around us. She clenches around me, and I’m gone, my orgasm shooting down my spine and through my legs. My cock jerks inside her a second before my knot swells.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps.

She collapses against me, her cheek against my shoulder, and I kiss her temple.

Dominic grunts, and then Jasper moans. He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, and I run my thumb over his knuckles. We’re a mess of limbs as I guide Violet and me around to lay on our sides, managing to not move my knot so much that it hurts her. She hums as Jasper kisses her, his smile soft.

“Love you,” he murmurs, and she smiles.

“Good,” she whispers.

Fifty-One

DOMINIC

Irun my thumb over the seam of the ring box tucked into the pocket of my slacks as I lean against the threshold of Violet’s open bedroom door. It’s already lost the smells of our foursome from the other night, the sheets changed and one of the windows open on the far wall. The rest of the room is messier though, small items strewn about like she couldn’t bring herself to put them away.

A small collection of porcelain elephants catches my attention where they rest on a simple bookshelf against the wall opposite her bed. They’re white with painted designs, each elephant a different highlighting color. They’re the exact opposite of Violet, and I almost laugh at the irony. She is anything but fragile and dainty.

I force myself to focus on why I’m actually standing in her door like some deranged lunatic.

She sits on the sofa, tucked into the corner, her legs crossed and her hair pulled back in a messy clip. A smattering of papers surround her as well as an unassuming though expensive laptop that’s resting on the cushion in front of her, the screen turned away from my viewpoint at the door. The late afternoon sun reflects off the ocean, gilding her in light, making her seem ethereal.

She glances up as I tap my knuckles against the door, her eyebrows drawn low, her lips bracketed with tension.

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