Page 107 of Knot Your Business

I hadn’t realized she’d put pins in her hair. Where did she even hide them? Her hair had been down, for crying out loud. Jasper pauses beside me, his hands tucked into his pockets. Without saying anything, he eases something into my hand.

I glance down at the small black bottle before grinning.

“Really? You feeling up for it?” I ask.

“Are you?” He raises an eyebrow.

I palm the nape of his neck and pull him into me, his body a hard line against mine. His kiss is soft and curious tonight, a contentment about it that I haven’t felt since we were matched a month ago. Happiness settles deep in my chest, and I pull him even closer to me, wrapping an arm around his waist and tucking my thumb into the waistband of his slacks. His cock lies hard and heavy against my hip, and I can’t help but smile.

“Fuck, Jas,” I mutter against his lips, and he laughs, the sound as light and free as I feel.

“Sirena.” Dominic’s voice is full of humor. “It looks like we might be left out of tonight’s festivities. Seems wrong given you are why we are celebrating, but I’ve never claimed to understand Rylan.”

Violet’s laugh reverberates through the large room. Jasper smiles against my lips even as he works to get the buttons of my shirt undone. The third one down, he gets frustrated. With a grunt, he rips it the rest of the way and tosses it behind me.

“Hey,” I mutter, “that’s supposed to be my move.”

“You got to do it last time. Figured it was my turn,” he says, cupping my face and twisting his fingers into my hair.

Fair enough.

Dominic sighs as he strides past me.

“The living room rug isn’t nearly as comfortable as it looks,” he says, the same dry humor lighting his voice. “Didn’t you learn that rugs are deceptive, Rylan?”

“Worth it,” I mutter, tucking the bottle of lube into Jasper’s back pocket so I can work his own shirt off. I run my hands up his stomach, smirking as his muscles clench from the touch.

Fuck, I love doing this with him.

“Maybe we can convince them to do it in my room,” Violet says, just as snarky as Dominic. “At least then I’ll get to watch and enjoy their scents after they fall asleep.”

Dominic laughs. “You sure you’re ready to watch one of us knot Jasper, Sirena?”

I can hear her choke on her breath over Jasper’s groan as I bite his collarbone, pulling the skin between my teeth to make sure it marks. Dominic laughs, and it skates over my skin, full of promise. A moment later, he crowds behind Jasper, tilting his head to the side and biting just behind his ear.

Jasper’s surprised gasp has my dick twitching and a shiver racing down my spine.

“Except I’m pretty sure it’s my turn, Tesoro, not his,” Dominic murmurs.

Jasper’s groaned words aren’t really intelligible, his hands digging into my stomach.

I sigh and pull away from them. “You always argue that it’s your turn.”

Jasper grabs my waist, keeping me from stepping around them, grinding his hips into mine.

“Fuck me, at least let us get to a bed,” I grunt.

Dominic wraps an arm around Jasper’s waist and twists him around, urging his legs around his hips and walking deeper into the hall. Violet hums, and her eyes are wide, her pupils blown out, as I cross the room and take her hand.

“You’re sure you’re good?” I ask, running my lips across her jaw.

She rubs her legs together, her breath shuddering out of her. “Mm-hmm,” she manages to say as I bite the sensitive spot below her ear. “Just watched the hottest fucking thing of my life. Totally fine.”

Laughing, I pull her into my arms and follow the guys down the hall, kicking her door closed behind me to keep our scents from dissipating. She hums and runs her tongue along my throat, tracing the double snakes like it’s her fucking job. My dick pulses again, my scent so strong it’s suffocating in the space with her scent blockers still on.

Dominic already has Jasper naked and kneeling on the bed, his eyes glazed over and his shoulders red with love bites. The unassuming black bottle of lube is perched on one of Violet’s nightstands. Jasper groans as Dominic starts to fuck him, his invasion slow and controlled just like everything else about him.

Violet whimpers, trembling where she stands in front of me.

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