Page 11 of Big Knot Energy (Shadowverse)

But fuck me if I wasn’t more than ready to feel that body under my hands, to finally feel how soft her lips would be against mine, to taste how sweet her cunt would be on my tongue.

Reaching down, I adjusted my cock before it ended up punching its way through my slacks and tugged on my pants to make room for my half-swollen knot.

Enzo pulled the SUV into the secured garage and killed the engine. We ambled toward the door, the twelve hours we’d put in at the club weighing us all down. Even though Issa was a beta, her soft scent had permeated the house and I could smell her the second we stepped into the mud room that doubled as a laundry room and through the kitchen.

She was asleep on the couch, the blanket over her legs, the tank top she’d donned for bed riding up her stomach and showing off a slice of skin that I wanted nothing more than to reach down to run my fingers over the olive hued skin…then follow my fingers with my lips.

“Told you,” I said.

“Told me what? I was the one who pointed out that she’suncomfortable going to her bed when we’re not here,” Enzo grumbled before rounding the couch and gently touching her shoulder to wake her.

She hadn’t even bothered turning off the lamps or the TV, just dozed off while binging a show we’d seen her watch a few times. Something about two brothers hunting demons and monsters and shit. I had a feeling she was watching for the dudes, but whatever…I was hotter than both of them combined.

Cyrus had attempted to lift her and carry her to her room the first time we’d found her asleep on the couch, but she’d woken up screaming and swinging her tiny fists. Not that she’d actually hurt Cyrus, but she’d felt terrible after.

So now, we all made sure to wake her carefully and gently, purring for her so she woke peacefully.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice groggy as she pushed up to sitting and rubbed both eyes with the heels of her hands. “You’re home.”

“We’re home,” Enzo said. And I didn’t miss how soft his face and voice got anytime he dealt with her. I’d caught him more times than I could count simply staring at her with a love sick expression when she didn’t know he was watching her.

We all wanted her. But we’d all agreed anything that might happen would be decided by her and on her timeline.

She stretched her arms over her head with a yawn, that damn tank top raising higher until my knot became fully engorged, and my dick tapped the back of my zipper as though to remind me he still hadn’t had any loving.

For the first few days she’d been here, I’d fucked Cyrus – and vice versa – damned near daily. It had been more of a necessity than a luxury. She was used to us walking around with bonersnow, but none of us had wanted to make her uncomfortable by showcasing the tents in our pants or boxers when she had first moved into our home.

Even when I woke up with my rock-hard cock pressed against her ass, she didn’t react or say anything. Though she was usually still sleeping by the time I rolled out of bed for a quick breakfast, work out, and dance practice.

We all waited until she was on her feet and heading toward thestairs – more like shuffling toward them – before we all filed behind her.

“Pack bed?” I called out behind the other three.

“That works for me,” she said before yawning again.

I hoped someday she would feel comfortable and safe enough to go to her own bed when we were out. We had alarms everywhere, cameras pointing toward every inch of the house and property, even sensors to let us know if our property was breached from any direction.

As the three of us headed to our bedrooms to wash off the day and change into clean boxers or shorts, Issa headed toward her bedroom where one of two pack beds was located. The other was in the empty and never used omega quarters. But if my plan worked, perhaps it wouldn’t be long before five of us were cuddled together in a puppy pile every night.

“What about this one?”I asked, turning my laptop toward Cyrus and Enzo.

All three of us sat at the kitchen table with the local Omega Center’s page open, scouring through the omegas interested in finding a pack.

Enzo leaned to the side and scoured the page. “Nope. See there? He’s not interested in a pack with betas.”

“Fuck him, then,” I said, clicking through the one page of male omegas.

Omegas were rare enough. Male omegas were as rare as female alphas. But hey, one of our bartenders, Aryn, was a female alpha. Therefore, I was determined to take that as a sign from the universe that we were meant to have a somewhat abnormal connection with the various designations.

Cyrus didn’t even glance at my laptop, his face mere inches from the screen in front of him. Dude refused to see anyone about getting glasses for computer or close up work.

“I think I found one,” he muttered, almost to himself.

Even though we’d gotten in late, we had all snuck out of the bed at the butt crack of dawn this morning so we could do some digging while our sweet Issa was still asleep.

Enzo and I pushed our chairs closer to him on either side. There was only a head shot of the male omega, but from what we could see, he was hot. Unbonded, unclaimed. Still living with his parents, only omega child with three younger sisters. No information on his family pack. A few hobbies and interests listed.

But what got all of our attention was the fact he had zero limitations on his preferences in a pack, meaning he didn’t care whether it was all alphas, all betas, or a mix. In the spot about willingness to carry a child for his future pack, he enteredwilling to discuss. That wasn’t a deal maker or breaker for us since we’d never really bothered having that conversation. Personally, I wasn’t in a hurry to become a parent. I was having entirely too much fun.

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