Page 7 of Knot Giving Up 2

“I’m sorry I pushed you all away. I just…”

“You don’t have to apologize or explain, sunshine.” Ellis’s eyes are firm, but in perfect Ellis fashion, he smiles and splashes a bit of water at me to lighten the mood. “If you need time alone, you’ve got it. No questions asked.”

“But you should know,” Dante says, “as alphas, our instincts tell us to comfort and care for you.” He grabs a piece of cheese off the snack board and feeds it to me, letting his thumb graze my lower lip. “It’s painful for us to hold back and stay away from you when you’re upset.”

I knew that about alphas, but it’s different coming from him and seeing the look in his eyes as he says it. There’s so much sincerity it makes my heart swell. I’ve never had a man want to take care of me the way they do.

Tears prickle my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. I’ve cried enough for tonight. Now, I want to enjoy these beautiful men.

“Will you let us take care of you now, little omega?” Dante offers me a piece of chocolate and I part my lips for the sweet treat, my tongue grazing his fingertips.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Standing, Dante gestures for me to lean forward. He steps into the water with me and sits on the back ledge of the tub. One leg on either side of me, he urges me to lie back as his hands massage my shoulders.

“Let us make you feel good.” He brings his lips close to the sensitive skin behind my ear. “We’re gonna make you feel so good, little omega.”

“Mmhmm.” I smile and let my eyes close.

Fingers graze my thigh under the water, and I know it’s Ellis. His hand wraps around my calf and squeezes the muscle as he massages down my leg. Dante rubs the tight muscles along my shoulders and down my upper arms. “We missed you.”

It wasn’t even an hour that we were apart, but I understand the feeling. I can hear the smile in his words with my eyes closed and loll my head to the side to let him work my neck with his skilled hands. Below the water, Ellis’s gentle tug pulls my leg to the side as he spreads me wide open for him and slowly massages his way up my body.

Any thoughts of the fading bubbles or my wrinkled toes vanish as his hand reaches the apex of my thighs.

“Can I play?” Ellis’s fingers gently stroke my flesh and my reply is a quick nod.

With my leg over the edge of the tub, he’s surely getting wet, but he doesn’t seem to care as his hand grazes my core. Dante’s fingers trail up into my hair and the little tug he gives on my tresses feels sinfully good.

I’m sure they’re communicating through that magical bond they have, but I keep my eyes softly closed and let them have their way.

“I love how wet you are for us,” Ellis says.

“I'm in the tub.” I give him a little splash, and I'm rewarded with a tug on my hair courtesy of Dante. The pleasurable pain makes me moan.

“That’s not what I meant.” Ellis chuckles and slides two fingers into the wetness he was referring to.

Slick and needy, I arch forward, but Dante keeps me reclined between his legs. His hands leave my hair, snake down my chest, and cup my breasts. He squeezes and roams until his fingers give my pebbled nipples the attention they crave.

“So beautiful, omega.” His praise heats me further. It’s different from the other times we’ve been together, when he whispered dirty words in my ear and told me all the things he wanted to do to me in that dominant tone of his. This is softer, like maybe he's as shaken up by today as I am.

“So beautiful,” Ellis echoes, as his hand between my legs shifts. Placing his palm against my clit, he curls his fingers inside me, and I’m a whimpering mess.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh god, that feels...”

“That’s it.” Ellis purrs. “Just let us make you feel good.”

With Dante deliciously torturing my nipples, and Ellis stroking my g-spot while he puts pressure on my clit, my orgasm hits me like an ocean wave. Pleasure ripples out from my core in soft moans and tingles down my limbs. I feel weak and melted in the warm water, thankful for Dante’s legs propping me up.

“Good girl.” Oz’s voice from beside the bathroom door breaks me out of my post-orgasm haze. “Good fucking girl.”

He tosses Ellis a hand towel and holds up a large towel for me. “Disappointed I wasn’t invited to bathtime.”

“You snooze you lose,” Ellis playfully replies, helping Dante out of the tub and toweling off his wet legs.

“Hey, I was just respecting her wishes, unlike you impatient horndogs.”

I giggle, beckoning Oz to me as I stand. “Thank you, baby. But I’ve had enough time alone now.”

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