Page 117 of Knot Your Business

“I can’t even make a joke about taking me to dinner first,” Rylan says. He runs his hands down my neck and across my shoulders, his purr growing louder. I shiver, goosebumps rushing across my skin. His lips follow them a moment later. “But damn,” his voice lowers, “I did not expect that to be what starts our night without Dominic.”

“I guess I could have started with my other question,” I say. Jasper palms my knees and forces them wide, inching forward until my legs bracket his waist.

The sight of him in the windows? Hottest thing of my life.

“What’s that one?” Rylan asks, his voice filled with humor.

He bites the spot behind my ear, and I practically arch off the couch, tilting my head back on a gasp. Jasper slips his fingers under the hem of my shirt, the callouses catching, and I roll my hips even as I force a whine to stay in my throat.

“Your other question, love,” Jasper says. “What was your other question? Before we get too distracted bonding you.”

“Pretty Omega, I think we already have you too distracted,” Rylan says as his lips brush over my ear.

Fuck. Me.

Wet heat pools in my core, and I can’t help the small moan that slides up my throat this time. I know the moment one of them pulls away my scent blockers, slick is going to be dripping down my legs and my scent’s going to be all over the room.

Someone needs to do it. Fast.

“I want you at the same time,” I admit, my cheeks heating.

It’s the wildest thing I’ve asked for aside from the foursome. And I hadn’t technically asked for that.

Rylan laughs. “We should probably move to a bed, then.”

“And deprive Violet of watching you knot her in front of a mirror?” Jasper shakes his head. “We’ll make it work out here. It’ll be my knees that pay the price anyway.”

My breath catches.

Jasper pulls me to my feet, his lips soft but persistent against my own. There’s a rustling of fabric behind us, and then Rylan settles onto the long sofa that faces away from the windows, his cock sitting long and heavy against his stomach, his knot just starting to inflate.

Jasper has me out of my clothes before I can even appreciate the sight that is Rylan right now. He tosses my shirt toward the kitchen, and then his hands are cupping my face and his tongue is delving into my mouth. I shimmy out of the scent blockers, letting them pool at my feet with my shorts and fishnets.

Honeysuckle explodes around us, nearly as strong as when I was in the depths of my heat.

Rylan groans. “Come here, pretty Omega,” he says.

Jasper pulls away from me and urges me toward Rylan, stripping out of his own shirt with one hand. That move is still so fucking hot.

Both men laugh as my scent redoubles and my cheeks grow darker.

Rylan’s hand is soft as I straddle him. His eyes are bright, his cheeks flushed. I want to slam down on him, take him all at once, but I force myself to be patient. As Jasper digs through one of the side tables, I trace the lotus and vine tattoo that covers most of Rylan’s chest.

“Why a lotus?” I ask.

He hums and palms my hips, urging me to rub against his dick, drenching it in my slick. Each small swipe against my clit has my legs shaking.

“They symbolize rebirth,” he murmurs. He grabs the base of his cock and notches it into my entrance, tightening his hold on my hip to guide me down. I tilt my head back as I take him to the hilt and his hands trace up my sides until they circle my nipples. “I got it when Dom, Jas, and I moved in together.”

“Does this mean I’ll get a spot on your skin, too?” The question is breathless, my mind already halfway gone from the sensations of him fucking me.

“Of course, pretty Omega,” he murmurs. “Now be a good little girl and tilt your hips back for Jasper.”

The cool feel of lube pulls me from the building buzz of my pleasure. Jasper kisses the crook of my shoulder as he eases one finger in, waiting until I relax against him to add a second.

“You keep lube in the side table? How did I not notice that before?”

Rylan laughs. Jasper runs his lips up my neck.

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