Page 87 of Knot Your Business

She would have worn scent blockers when she left the house. She doesn’t go anywhere without them.

Fury builds in my stomach, festering under my skin, the strength of her heat making it even worse. I want to fucking pummel that asshole we found her with until he realizes just exactly who he pissed off.

Violet trembles in my arms, her hips rocking against my own, and it steals my attention away from the ideas of violence. Her nipples are peaked and right at mouth level. She shakes as I pull the first one into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue before biting the tip of it.

“Alpha,” she moans as I move to the other and do the same thing.

Her thighs tremble, and her rhythm starts to break. I palm her knees and kiss under her ear, right where an Alpha would place a bond mark, letting my teeth graze her skin even though I know it’s fucking playing with fire. Her hips falter and her knees squeeze my hips as she orgasms with a soft cry.

“Cazzo, sei bella.” I whisper the admission into the bruise I’ve left on her skin, low enough I’m nearly positive Rylan can’t hear me. Not that he would know what I’m saying. Probably.

Wouldn’t it be ironic if it’s the one thing he manages to understand after all these years?

“Alpha,” Violet moans again, writhing on my lap. “Knot me. Please.”

The car eases into the garage as I wrap my arms around her, my palms on her shoulders forcing her lower onto my cock as I fuck up into her, the deep strokes taking me closer to the edge with each passing moment. Even under the artificial yellow light, she’s fucking gorgeous, her cheeks rosy and her chest flushed. Rylan climbs into the backseat, shedding his shirt as he does and letting it fall to the floor.

As he settles in beside me, he runs his hands down her neck and across her collarbones, the touch soft and delicate. It reminds me of the way we fuck Jasper together sometimes. The thought has me racing for the edge, my dick pulsing. My knot swells as I come, and I pull her down harder as I surge into her, forcing my knot entirely inside. She screams, her head falling back and baring her throat. I clench my jaw, breathing through the blinding need to bite her truly and bond her so I can feel her within my chest the way she can feel my knot in her cunt.

“Good job, pretty Omega,” Rylan murmurs. She tilts to the side, falling into his hold. The movement pulls a low moan from my chest, and Violet shivers. “I’m so proud of you. Rest now.”

She nods, her eyes drifting closed. Her weight is oddly comforting as she settles against my chest, her cheek against my collarbone. Her breathing evens out into the cadence of sleep before my knot even releases. I grimace as it does, my cum and her slick mixing into a mess that ruins the suit pants before I have a chance to avoid it.

Rylan laughs.

“Just buy a new pair, Dom,” he says. “Not like you don’t have the funds.”

I roll my eyes but offer a small half-smile.

“We should probably get her inside while she’s out of it,” I say after a few minutes.

Rylan nods. “She’ll need to get out of this dress at the very least.”

He tucks Violet’s hair behind her ear before pulling out the remaining pins from her ruined updo, his gaze equal parts guarded and soft. Her breath hitches, and a corner of his mouth lifts for a heartbeat.

I’ve never been attracted to Rylan. But in this moment? I see exactly what Jasper must see. My chest tightens, my breath ragged.

“Let’s go,” I say, wrapping Violet into my arms and easing out of the car.

Forty-One

RYLAN

Violet whimpers in her sleep as Dominic lays her on the plush bed I ordered for her nest the day before she moved in. He moves away from her like his skin burns, crossing the space and turning on the air purifier tucked into the corner.

“I can’t fucking think with her scent so strong,” he says as he crosses back toward me.

I shrug and ease away the ruined silk of her dress. Goosebumps race down her arms, but she doesn’t move, lost to the deep sleep a sated heat induces. At least until it roars up again and she needs one of us.

Me. Until she needs me.

The reality of having to get her through a heat entirely alone is daunting enough. Knowing it had to be forced by someone and that it’ll make it exponentially worse? Dread coils in my stomach.

Dominic and Jasper didn’t bring up the fact that she wasn’t due for a heat, and no one seemed to notice me commenting that the timing was off. Had she not told the others of her heat in March?

I keep my suspicion of her being drugged behind my lips as I ease the last piece of fabric out from under her and drop it into the large trash can tucked just inside the bathroom. While I wet a washcloth, I grab my phone and send a text to Mark. Tomorrow’s recording session will have to happen without me.

The washcloth is new. So is the mouthwash and the toothbrush and the hairbrush. Everything in here is brand new. She wasn’t supposed to need it for three more fucking months.

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