Page 2 of Knot Your Business

Mason claps me on my shoulder as he heads past me and out the side door, his own silent wish for a good weekend. To all of them, this is the trip of a lifetime: the first matching gala we’ll be attending as a registered pack. From their perspective, the best thing that could happen is the Council finds us a good fit with one of the Omegas that will be attending the black tie event alongside us tomorrow night.

None of them knows that’s not even remotely our goal.

I lean into Dominic, tilting my chin so I can take his mouth with mine, easing onto my tiptoes to erase the small height difference between us. I palm his waist, tracing his lips with my tongue before pulling away.

“Time to go,” Dominic says, though his voice has dropped an octave. The barest hint of citrus surrounds us. Rylan grabs my hand and kisses my shoulder. “The sooner I have you on the plane, the sooner we can play.”

Two hours later, Dominic has me spread out on the absolutely monstrous bed at the back of whatever version of private jet he’s told me this thing is. All I remember is that it can hold up to twelve people aside from the crew and that it won’t need to stop anywhere on our way to New York City. And even that drains out of my mind as Dominic’s lips close around the head of my cock.

“Oh God,” I mutter, flexing my hips.

He pulls away from me. Again. He runs his hands down my thighs and palms my knees. Again. He frowns as he sits back on his heels. Again.

We’ve been playing like this for the last half hour while Rylan takes a shower and preps for the evening flight. Dominic’s lost his shirt, leaving his chest on display, while he’s stripped me out of everything. My cock sits hard and heavy against my stomach, but I don’t dare move. I twist my hands into the sheets to keep from reaching for him—or my dick.

“Bellissimo,” he says. “Sei perfetto, Tesoro.”

I moan at the praise. A moment later, Dominic’s mouth is on me again, working me like a goddamn magician, pulling pleasure from me so thoroughly, it’s as if he was made for me. Fuck, but Alphas are something else. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, that I would have gotten acclimated to how thorough they both are in bed when pursuing my pleasure.

My dick touches the back of his throat, and his muscles contract down around it. I can’t help it, I thrust up into him, groaning.

“Oh God.” I moan, panting, trying to hold out, not wanting our play to end.

Dominic has other plans. He pulls off until just my head is in his mouth, his lips stretching in a way that has my knees going weak. He swallows, and my back arches. He hums his satisfaction, and the added sensation is enough to send me over the edge.

“Dom.” It’s a gasped warning.

A second later, my dick twitches, and lightning shoots down my spine, making my back bow again. I moan through the release, my hands tightening in the sheets even as the last bits of it fade out. His tongue runs over me before he swallows again, another satisfied hum making me groan. His mouth leaves me, and I grunt at the last moment of sensation.

He runs his hands up my legs and stomach, wrapping them around my waist. He traces my hip bone with his tongue. Already, my body is trying to coax back to life.

“Why do you always insist on me missing the fun, Dominic?” Rylan asks from the doorway, his Tennessee accent touched with humor.

I turn my head so I can see him. His hair is still damp, falling in soft waves to his chin, and he’s foregone a shirt, leaving the large lotus and vine tattoo along his chest and left arm in full view.

“You’re not missing it if it’s just an appetizer,” Dominic mutters, pulling away from me and stripping out of his slacks. Rylan raises an eyebrow but pushes the new sweat pants down his hips, letting his own hard cock spring free. Dominic climbs off the bed and grabs a small black bottle of lube from his bag.

My tired dick springs back to life. Fuck, I love it when he knots me.

I’d tried to talk him out of it, the first time he wanted to buy the specialty lube that would trigger his knot even though I’m a Beta. It’s stupid expensive, and there was no guarantee I’d even be able to take it.

I should have realized by then that Dominic is incredibly persuasive when he wants to be.

“We have six hours, Tesoro,” Dominic says as I move to kneel on the bed. “Think we can manage to stay busy the whole time?”

Rylan laughs, cupping my face and tilting it back, setting a small bite in the hollow of my throat. Another bruise, another mark. He’s feeling extra possessive tonight.

“Suppose there’s only one way to find out,” I say, breathless with desire and giddiness, tilting my head to give Rylan more room.

I love when they’re in a playful mood like this. It doesn’t happen often, but I revel in it every time.

“Suppose you’re right,” Rylan says, his Tennessee roots coming out more prominently for a heartbeat. He pushes me onto my elbows, his hands soft in my hair as my lips run down the underside of his cock.

We don’t quite make it the entire flight, but it’s a damn near thing.

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