Page 96 of Knot Your Business

“I’m not going to last,” he mutters.

I speed up my movements, running one hand over her hip until I can play with her clit.

“Good,” I say, my voice rough. “Neither is she.”

Jasper’s ragged gasp is the only warning he manages, but Violet isn’t bothered at all, her throat moving as she swallows. Jasper shakes, his hands trembling as he works them through her hair and across her cheeks. The moment he pulls away, she smiles and tilts her head to him.

“You’re perfect, love,” Jasper mutters, urging her to kneel with a finger under her chin.

He claims her lips, the kiss messy, and I increase my tempo, holding Violet’s hips so she doesn’t move. I run my lips across her shoulder and up her neck before following the same line with my tongue. She clenches around me, moaning into Jasper’s kiss.

The orgasm hits me out of nowhere, plowing into me with the strength of a freight train. My vision goes hazy and my fingers tingle.

“Fuck,” I groan as my knot locks us together.

Violet screams, shaking in our arms as her release washes through her. She collapses back against me, her head resting against my shoulder. I kiss her temple as her eyes drift shut and reach for Jasper’s hand, lacing our fingers together. His eyes are just as soft as he focuses on me, the love in them so pure and strong it steals my breath for a moment.

“Love you,” I murmur.

He nods and squeezes my hand. “I know.”

Fuck, I hope she can forgive Dominic.

Because this? I want this for the rest of my life.

Forty-Five

DOMINIC

My phone vibrates just as the car pulls up to the curb in front of a mansion that could seriously rival my parents’. It sprawls out in both directions, the traditional architecture nearly overbearing in the bright green landscape that’s typical to the Pacific Northwest. It strikes me as ironic, actually. Violet’s the opposite of this in every way I can imagine.

What’s odd to me is that I never once suspected that she came from this amount of wealth. She doesn’t flaunt it with large, gaudy purchases. And she doesn’t wear subtle designers, either. Nothing that would indicate the amount of cash she must have access to. Not to mention that she worked on campus at UCLA and maintained a second job as a waitress.

For some reason, I never thought to connect the dots between her last name and Fallon Capital. It seems obvious now that all the pieces have been laid out on a single map.

I take a deep breath and step out of the car, giving a single wave to let the driver know he’s welcome to leave. I take my time heading toward the mansion, observing as much of it as I can—the windows, the doors, the streamline security system tucked every thirty feet or so across the front façade of the house. It feels like overkill considering they’re already in a gated community and the nearest house is over an acre away, but perhaps growing up in a pack is different than growing up as part of the Italian mafia.

The front door opens before I make it up the steps and onto the porch.

All three of her fathers stand in the entry, dressed in variations of dark jeans and simple polo shirts. Johnathan’s eyes are softer than the others, a concerned wariness about him rather than overt hostility like what bleeds from Kurt and Phillip.

It’s easy enough to figure out which one is Kurt. His expression is nearly a carbon copy of the one I saw Violet use on Friday. Her coloring must come from her mother, though, because his pale skin and blue eyes are nothing like Violet’s gorgeous tan and hazel.

“Dominic,” Johnathan says as I close the distance to the door. “You really didn’t need to discuss this in person. We are not strangers to the demands of an Omega’s heat.”

“It’s only one night,” I say as I shake his hand. “Rylan will manage well enough. He used to work at the Haven in LA until we registered last fall.”

Kurt’s eyebrow raises, but he doesn’t say anything. He holds out his hand, and I take it as easily as Johnathan’s, intent on making sure I don’t cross them until it’s necessary. I’m hoping it’s not necessary, that what Jasper had said last night about her fathers being devoted to Violet is the truth.

Phillip and I exchange a small greeting, and then Johnathan guides me inside the lavish home. We don’t go far, only a couple doors down the main hallway. The French doors open into a large sitting room, the sectional a clean blue velvet that coordinates with the other classic furnishings. Johnathan motions toward the sectional, and I settle into one corner of it, crossing my legs and messing with my watch while I wait for the others to choose spots and get comfortable.

Phillip stands near the door, his hands clasped behind his back, while Kurt sits on the opposite corner of the sectional. Johnathan opts for the chair across from me, leaning forward on his elbows and resting his chin on his folded hands.

I start in on the small talk before they can ask direct questions about yesterday.

“She’s applying to graduate programs,” I offer. “I’m not sure if she’s heard back from any of them yet. I know that the parameters for newly matched Omegas vary.”

Or at least I do now. I gave myself a crash course last night when I couldn’t sleep after Jasper came home.

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