Page 17 of Knot Giving Up 2

The bedroom door creaks as I push it open, and Oz yells out, “Not yet!”

A weight lands on the door, pushing it closed and jolting me back. “What’s going on?”

Nils peeks out around the cracked open door. “We’re not ready for you.”

“This is ridiculous,” I complain. “Can you please let me into my room?”

“One more minute,” Dante says from somewhere behind Nils.

I groan, exhausted and jetlagged and more than a little irritated. Ellis grabs my hips and spins me against the wall. “I can think of something to cheer you up while we wait.”

“I don’t—”

He stops my complaint with a kiss, and when he deepens it, I groan for a completely different reason.

“We should test out how well your blockers are working, don’t you think?”

“I don’t think pushing it is a good…” But my protest dies when he kisses down my neck, scrapes his teeth where I desperately want his bite, sucks my breast through my thin cotton t-shirt, and slowly lowers to his knees right there in the hall.

“Ellis.” I mean to admonish him, but his name comes out more like a plea.

“Don’t worry, sunshine. I got you.” He slides my sweatpants down my legs and rims the edge of my panties with his tongue.

I squirm, saying his name again, this time with more warning, but he sucks me through the fabric and all my protests float away. Within seconds, my panties are around my ankles with my pants, and his mouth is on me. There’s barely any build up. Just his lips right there, his tongue right where I need him.

Leaning heavily against the wall, my breath becomes erratic with each flattened lick. I moan and roll my head to the side, my eyes catching on Harrison’s gaze. I didn’t realize he could see us from his position at the end of the couch.

His look is so focused and fierce, it’s almost angry. His hands tighten at his sides, and his jaw ticks. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just stares like he can’t look away. I feel hypnotized by his attention, locked onto him like a magnet.

Harrison bites his clenched fist and pleasure shoots down my spine. The look in his eyes is doing just as much as Ellis’s tongue. My breaths come faster and faster, chest heaving, clit pulsing. I’m so close, my orgasm playing on the edges of my consciousness. I gasp and—

McQuinn walks in front of Harrison, breaking our connection. My gaze inadvertently follows the stormy red-head as he walks toward the other bedroom. Our eyes lock, my heart flutters, his lips part, and then a scowl crosses his features and he turns away, shutting the door behind him.

Harrison stands, drawing my attention back to him. He takes one step forward. Another, until he’s right at the edge of the hall, arms stretched out, hands pressed into the wall on either side of him, like he’s chained there.

Ellis pulls back from me and looks at Harrison. “You gonna help me take care of our girl?”

Harrison’s head shakes left to right, but the twitch of his lips gives away his desire. He doesn’t move. His gaze is like a black hole pulling me in. I can’t look away.

A tingling sensation starts at the base of my spine, growing like a tsunami, fast and sudden, quickly reaching the peak it was at before, consuming me. Eyes on Harrison, I gasp, “I’m gonna—”

Charging forward, Harrison slams his hand over my mouth, muting my scream of pleasure. The orgasm shakes me to my core. I cling to Ellis’s hair to keep from falling forward. Harrison leans so close his chest is against mine. So close his hand is the only thing keeping his mouth from mine. If he dropped it, we’d be kissing.

When I relax, Harrison pulls back, lowers his hand, and walks away without a word. Ellis places a gentle kiss on my clit, then pulls up my clothes.

“That was so fucking hot.” Dante is leaning on one side of the open doorway in front of us, while Oz leans on the other and Nils stands between them, a soft smile playing at his lips. I was so focused on Harrison that I didn’t realize they were watching too.

Warmth creeps into my cheeks, a little embarrassed about putting on a show. But then they step to the side, and I gasp.

They’ve hung new thicker curtains over the window and twinkle lights around the edge of the room. All the mattresses are on the floor, pushed close together. There are more pillows and blankets than the IOC provided, so they must have brought them from home. I was surprised they needed so much luggage and now I know why.

They made me a nest.

Tears spring to my eyes. And I’m not sure who to hug first, so I just grab all of them. One fist in Oz’s shirt. A hand wrapped around Dante’s waist. My head nuzzled against Nils’s chest. Ellis presses against my back, and they surround me. My body shakes between them, crying harder than I should at the kindness of their gesture. No one’s ever known or understood my needs as an omega, so no one’s ever tried to meet them. Until now.

“Want me to get you some chocolate and soda?” Oz whispers.

“You remember?” It’s been weeks since I told him my mom used to bring me those things when I cried. I’m stunned that he remembers, and it just makes me cry more. How did I get so lucky as to find these sweet men?

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