Page 44 of Knot Giving Up 2

No. It can’t be.

The dog barks, pulling towards the open door, and they break apart and turn. It is! The DEA officer, or whatever he is, just had his tongue down Emily’s throat and his hand on her ass.

She gasps when she sees me and jumps away from whatever-his-name-is. He steps calmly out of the elevator after her.

“Don’t tell Ellis,” Em blurts out. “Please, Dante.”

The other alpha studies me, but says nothing. He’s got the look of a man long accustomed to getting his way and unphased by drama. Dark, salt and pepper hair, unreadable expression, a nose that looks like it’s probably been broken a time or two and a jaw defined by clenching. An alpha who plays his cards close to his chest.

“I don’t keep things from my bonded. You know that, Em.” I step into the threshold of the elevator. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I give her a look that will hopefully remind her this is the guy who could arrest her best friend and send her to jail. How does she know he’s not just using her because he’s suspicious about us?

I narrow my eyes at the slightly shorter alpha. He meets my gaze head on, and wraps an arm around Emily’s shoulder, like he’s not afraid to make his intentions clear. Got to respect him for that.

“Please, D,” Em says again.

I sigh, the ache in my shoulder coming back in full force. “Is this something more than an Olympic fling?”

“No,” Emily says at the same time as the man gives a firm, “Yes.”

Interesting. “I won’t say anything.” I step back and let the elevator door start to close. “Yet.”

If Em’s gonna take a risk like this, my pack needs to know, but I’ll let her be the one to tell them.

24

Ellis

Iwake up draped across my omega, using her belly as a pillow. Best pillow ever. Every night, in the middle of the night, Meggie sneaks into bed with one of us. She always looks chagrined in the morning, when she says she couldn’t sleep, as if needing her alphas is a weakness she doesn’t want to admit.

If these beds weren’t so small, I’d follow her from bed to bed each night, sleeping with her and whoever she’s chosen for the night just so I can stay close to her. I have no problem admitting that I can’t sleep well without her.

I can’t function well either.

These nighttime snuggles are the only physical contact I’ve gotten with her in days, and it’s driving me insane. I miss her. The feel of her. The scent of her. The taste of her. I moan softly, morning wood aching even worse than normal. I’m so hard up.

Dante and I had sex in the shower yesterday, and while Meggie was out with Emily the day before, McQuinn gave Dante a blow job while I took his ass, and Nils jerked off to the show. Harrison said we needed to be celibate, but we all figured it didn’t really matter if we were with each other as long as Meggie wasn’t around to get turned on by it.

It would have been more fun if she had been. I miss my omega. And it hurts me to know that my girl hasn’t gotten the touch or the pleasure she deserves.

She shifts in her sleep, kicking off the blanket. A soft noise slips past her lips, a familiar sound. I groan as I get the subtlest hit of her scent. She hasn’t taken her blockers since last night and it’s clear she’s turned on. I smile, realizing she’s dreaming. I hope it’s about me.

Adjusting her position again, she squirms just a little, like she’s trying to find a bit of friction that isn’t there. I’ll take care of that.

She’s only wearing a shirt of Dante’s and a little pair of cotton panties. Careful not to wake her, I ease her underwear down her legs. Then reposition myself, so I’m resting between her spread thighs. Her scent is a little stronger here, though still weak from the blockers, and for a moment I just bury my nose against her and take a deep breath, savoring it. I’ve missed this so much.

Mouth watering, I’m dying for a taste of her. I don’t care if he kills me for this—I’ll die anyway if I don’t taste her soon. I need her. Now. I need to make her feel good, make those dreams come true.

I slide the tip of my tongue along the soft flesh to the side of her perfect pussy, right along the crease of her thigh. She moans softly, but it’s clear she’s still asleep. I do the same thing on the other side, a slow swipe just to the left of where I want to be. Teasing myself as well as her. A gush of slick is her response, and I wish I knew what dream was playing out in that pretty head of hers.

Unable to resist anymore, I lick her center and lap up the sweetness I crave. Fuck, she tastes good. Even better than I remember. It’s only been a week, but it feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve had her on my tongue. I’ll never get enough of this.

She moans a little louder and her hands tangle in my hair. She’s awake now, but just partially. I leave her perfect pussy and kiss a path up her body. “Shhh, sunshine.”

“We’re not supposed to,” she mumbles, with her eyes still closed.

“Can’t help it.” I kiss her neck. “Need you.” Her cheek. “Can’t go another minute.” Her soft, luscious lips. “So, keep quiet. Let me play.”

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