Page 47 of Big Knot Energy (Shadowverse)

Her scent rose above the others, but that was more than likely due to my absolute obsession over the introverted beta.

Would she still be an introvert once she finally got over the bullshit she’d been fed her whole life, when she fully accepted us as her alphas and Amir as her omega?

I couldn’t wait to see her shine like the diamond she truly was.

Stripping my clothes on my way to the bathroom, I dropped them wherever they fell, then let the hot water sluice down my body, washing away the sweat and stress of the day. My muscles loosened with every minute I stood there soaping up until I was more than ready to drop onto Issa’s bed and let sleep drag me under.

The three of us had invited Amir to the club again tomorrow. Friday nights were when we introduced new choreography from the male dance review…notstrippers as my packmates liked to call us. We didn’t dance in thongs; we didn’t swing around a pole. And to me, that was what separated us, regardless of whether we brought someone onto stage or removed our shirts.

After drying off, I tugged on a pair of boxers and padded barefoot to Issa’s room…

And froze in the doorway.

Her phone sat on the nightstand, Amir’s face and body filling the screen as he jerked off. Issa laid on the bed in nothing but a t-shirt she’d snagged from one of us, her fingers thrusting into her cuntwhile her other hand rubbed her clit in quick circles until they both got off simultaneously.

As if the sight wasn’t enough, the sound of their moans filling the room sent every drop of blood in my body straight to my cock until I was dizzy.

I sucked in a gulp of air as my lungs constricted and my alpha pushed to the forefront, demanding I charge across the room, rut into my beta, and clamp my teeth into her flesh.

Instead, I gripped the frame of the door until my knuckles cracked under the pressure.

Issa’s eyes went wide when she spotted me, and she scrambled to end the call and pull the blanket over her lower half.

A growl ripped from my chest the moment she was covered.

Fuck.Don’t move. Do not fucking move.

Because if I took a single step toward her, my hindbrain would take over and I could never hurt my beautiful girl.

“I’m sorry?” she said, the statement sounding like a question.

“For what?” Damn it. My voice was deep, the vibrations of the growl rumbling through each word.

Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Her sweet and warm scent was strong on the air and was as fucking boner inducing as any omega’s.

“You have nothing to apologize for, baby girl.”

Once I felt like I wouldn’t lunge at her the moment I put one foot in front of the other, I moved further into the room, my eyes going from her to the phone then back. “You two were having phone sex?” It was meant as a tease, but even I could hear how deep my voice sounded.

Her head nodded quickly up and down, and her throat moved on a hard swallow.

“I don’t blame you…or him.”

Her full lips fell open and her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. When her eyes travelled from my face down to the tent in my pants, her warm, sun-dried linen scent turned sweeter and floated on the airand landed on my tongue, sending even more blood to my cock until my knot throbbed with the need to be buried inside of her.

But she was a beta. Her body wasn’t built for a knot. And I would never hurt my sweet girl.

When she blinked a few times and started to chew the inside of her cheek, I knew her nerves were strung tight. I should leave. I should back out of the room and let her…

What? She’d already gotten off. Maybe she’d want to call Amir back and explain the abrupt end to their call.

I’d caught the smirk on his face when he’d spotted me standing near the door just before she’d ended the call, so he knew I’d seen enough.

Just as I’d made up my mind to force my body to turn and give her some privacy, she pulled the blanket away from her lap and pushed to her knees. Her hands shook as she grabbed the bottom hem of her tee and slowly peeled it over her body, revealing those tits I was obsessed with but had yet to feel or taste.

“Issa…” But any other words dried up on my tongue when she rested back against the pillows and spread her knees in invitation.

“You don’t have to…I don’t want you to think…” Fuck. I couldn’t think straight let alone form a coherent sentence.

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