Page 58 of Big Knot Energy (Shadowverse)

I was supposed to be the voice of reason tonight, the sober one. But my alpha hindbrain decided then and there as Amir’s sweet chocolate and strawberry essence coated my tongue and mixed with Issa’s warm linen smell that I would have them both tonight. By morning, both would carry my alpha mark, both would be bonded to me, and Amir would officially be pack.

I just hoped when we all came down from our high – whether natural or alcohol induced – there would be no regrets.

A hand slid down my chest, my abs, to my hard cock, squeezing lightly before stroking me through my pants.

The hand was too small to be Amir’s. My Issa was toying with me, touching me, and I feared I would blow my load before ever having her body wrapped around me.

This was another moment when I wondered whether I should pull away, if for no other reason than to suggest taking this little party to the bedroom. Or at least the couch.

But when the button then zipper on my slacks were undone and slim, warm fingers wrapped around my shaft, teasing the head and smoothing the precum beaded at the top, all logical thought was gone.

Rut. I was so close to fucking rut. I did not want my first time with either of them to be when I was out of my head, but the more Issa touched me and Amir kissed me as though trying to meld his soul with mine, I was quickly losing my fucking sanity.

My hips rocked, fucking myself into Issa’s hand as Amir’s fingers tangled in my hair, his tongue damned near claiming my mouth.

Alpha hormones warred with Amir’s perfume. Enzo and Ax were somewhere nearby, watching this overt display of sexuality. And I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t want this to stop. In fact, I wanted both Issa and Amir naked, wanted to taste them both, have them both on their hands and knees, presenting for me so I could take my time fucking into first one then the other.

Get your shit together.

Reluctantly, I pulled from Amir’s kiss and gently pulled Issa’s hand from my pants. “I will not have you for the first time on the kitchen counter.”

The little vixen was drunker than I thought, because she actually leaned back on her hands and smiled up at me, watching me through her lashes. “I don’t mind doing it on the counter.”

“You might in the morning,” I teased.

I didn’t want to stop, but I also felt as though I was taking advantage of the beta and omega. Could they technically give consent in their condition?

“Living room,” Enzo said, his voice deep and bordering on his alpha bark.

By the way Amir jerked, he’d felt that command deep in his bones.

I helped Issa off the counter and shook my head when she intentionally slid her body along mine, almost pulling my pants down with the move. And definitely making me even harder, something I wasn’t aware was possible.

Amir laced his fingers through Issa’s and they followed Enzo and Ax into the living room. The two vixens sat side by side on the couch, their lips kiss swollen, Issa’s red lipstick smeared around Amir’s mouth.

Lifting a hand, I wiped my fingertips across my mouth and came away with the same fire engine red. Damn. Why was that so fucking sexy?

Enzo sat on a coffee table directly across from the two while I leaned against the wall, zipping and buttoning my pants so I wasn’t waving my hard cock around the room. It was obvious Enzo had a few things to say.

He was quiet a few seconds, but his lips twitched as he fought to hold back the smile at the way Amir and Issa giggled and snuggled against each other.

“Neither of you are capable of giving consent tonight,” he announced. And fuck if it didn’t feel like I deflated under those words.

Not my knot, though. That was still swollen and throbbing with the need for release.

An omega whine tore left Amir’s chest as Issa crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip in the cutest fucking pout. I wanted to drag that lip between my teeth.

“I can consent just fine,” she protested.

“Same,” Amir said.

I huffed a laugh and coughed to cover it when Enzo shot me a glare.

The whole thing was just too damn funny. Amir had a few inches on her, yet they sat side by side like partners in crime while Ax sat in a chair across from them, his hand over his mouth as he hid a smile.

They were both horny. That was obvious. And I totally got it because I was pretty sure I could break through a concrete wall with my boner at this point.

But Enzo was right – if they were drunk, they couldn’t fully consent. We all wanted her, wanted the same bond Ax now had with her, but she needed to be in her right mind before that could happen. They both did.

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