Page 8 of Big Knot Energy (Shadowverse)

Or it could simply be a way for them to sate a primal need since the broken beta they’d brought to their house wasn’t interested in sex.

Though that wasn’t true. I’d just been scared. Still kind of was.

Memories of the times Antonio had caused tears and pain down there when he’d forced his knot into me caused nothing short of terror to squeeze my heart anytime I contemplated having sex with another alpha.

They wouldn’t do that to you.

That little voice had grown louder and louder lately, reminding me these alphas were not the men of my past. They had never and would never hurt me, not intentionally.

When Ax’s pace picked up and he threw his head back on a low moan, I began to back away.

Not only did I not want to get caught watching them, but I felt like I was about to catch on fire. It wasn’t quite like how I’d heard omegas describe their heats, but damn if my body wasn’t warm and my skin too tight.

And an undeniable urge to rush down those stairs and join the two alphas, maybe to wedge myself between them, straddle Cyrus’s hips and ride him while Ax took him was almost overwhelming.

It wasn’t that I was never turned on or horny. It had just been a long damn time since I’d actually wanted an alpha to take me the way Ax was taking Cyrus. I wanted to know how he would feel pumping into me, how Cyrus’s hands would feel on my body, how Enzo’s mouth would feel on my breasts or pussy.

Taking a step back, then another, I turned quickly and jogged as quietly as possible back to my room, closing my door with a quietsnick. Then I stood staring at the door as my heart raced behind my ribs and my breathing sawed in and out of my lungs.

I could no longer hear the moans or the heavy panting from Ax and Cyrus, but that image was burned into my corneas.

Replaying the scene on loop in my head, I let my hand trail down my body, cupping my breasts before trailing to my sleep shorts to touch myself over the fabric. So much pressure had built in thoseshort moments that I was sure I would combust if I didn’t find a release … immediately.

On shaky legs, I headed for my bed and climbed under the blankets, closing my eyes as my hand moved under the blanket, under my shorts, and directly between my legs. I pretended it was Ax’s hand or Cyrus’s. I pretended I was the one lying on that couch, I was the one Ax was pumping his cock into.

Dipping a finger into my core, I circled my arousal around my clit as the tight bundle of nerves throbbed to my heartbeat. A whisper of a moan left my lips before I could stop it, but I refused to stop teasing myself, pushing myself closer and closer as those first tingles of release built in my abdomen.

My mouth parted and I swallowed back the cry as I came harder than…ever. I wasn’t sure I had ever come while with a man, but that had been, by far, the strongest, most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced, and it had everything to do with the erotic display I’d seen downstairs.

We’d falleninto a fairly comfortable pattern. As in, I was comfortable around them, and they were comfortable being themselves without worrying about scaring me.

Honestly, after spending the past few weeks with them, I wasn’t sure how anyone could fear any of these alphas. Enzo could be a tad intense, but only because he truly cared about his pack. And me. They’d alluded to me officially joining as their beta, but no one had come out and actually asked if I wanted to join.

It wasn’t that I was expecting to be courted; I was a beta, not an omega. They weren’t required to perform any grand gestures, there would be no bonding ceremony, no soft, sparkly gifts.

But I didn’t need any of that. I’d had a bonding ceremony. I’d had an alpha buy me shit when he was trying to impress my fathers. And look how that turned out.

No. I just wanted a pack to care about me simply because of who I was and not what my family name could bring them.

I laughed inwardly as I poured my first cup of coffee. My family was dead. Or at least my parents were dead. And with them went the power. My sister was the only omega and she’d bonded with an equally powerful pack of alphas.

A wave of shame rolled over me at the memory of gunmen converging on the car carrying Cora to her bonding ceremony. Antonio, my brothers’ packs, and my fathers all ran while Cora was left alone. We hadn’t known for weeks whether she was dead or alive, whether she’d been assassinated or sold into omega trafficking.

The shame really shouldn’t be in my heart. I hadn’t been driving. I’d had zero control over Antonio’s actions. In fact, I barely remember that day, the events more like a hazy memory from the sedatives my alpha had injected into my bloodstream.

Smiling at Cyrus as he breezed past me, stopping to press a morning kiss to the top of my head, I filled my mug and carried it to the living room to wake up while watching some reruns ofTheAndy Griffith Show. None of the guys grumbled about my love of old TV shows or movies, though they often teased me about it.

“Morning,” Enzo grumbled as he dropped onto the other end of the couch, his laptop under one arm, a steaming mug in his free hand.

“Good morning,” I said, giving him a soft smile before returning my attention to the ever so perfect town of Mayberry.

As I sighed at the easiness of the fictional town and its people, the soft thud of music bumped through the floor.

Turning a frown on Enzo, I asked, “Is that Ax already?”

It wasn’t exactly early at ten in the morning, but the guys tended to work late. Which meant I tended to either wait up for them to get home – I was still too scared to sleep in this house alone – or was woken up when they came through the door since I stayed on the couch until I was no longer here alone.

“Sounds like it. Unless Cyrus is working out.”

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