Page 29 of Knotting Before Them

“Hey, there.” She smiled over her shoulder.

I was a goner, and I knew the others weren’t far behind.

I kissed her slowly, pouring all my devotion into one kiss. My tongue tangling with hers before I bit down on her bottom lip, and she sighed happily into me.

Heaven. She was heaven.

“But what about Wylder?”I asked as Noah gently picked me up and brought me downstairs.

“I’ll get my turn,” Wylder assured me, a glint in his eye.

I was a little worried, yes. I just had his cock in my mouth, but inside me was a different thing. I wondered how the piercings would feel, if I would feel one by one going in.

I clenched, and Noah growled in my ear, “Patience.”

True, the fever has lessened, but I still needed more. I’ve never been sexual like this before. I liked kissing. I liked sex just fine, but I never trembled for someone. I never got so slick between my legs that I had to remove my underwear.

All my senses were heightened around them. My skin felt different, tuned to their touches, and my mouth craved for their kisses.

Noah sat me on the table, naked still. But they all were, and no one seemed to care. Theo went for the fridge and looked me over his shoulder. “A sandwich okay?”

I nodded. Now he said that, I was starving, pizza seeming like two lifetimes ago.

“What time is it?”

“Just past six in the morning,” Noah replied, bringing me a glass of water and checking my temperature once again.

“You guys fuss too much over me.”

“You’re our omega. That’s our job.”

Their omega. I couldn’t help but furrow my brows. I went to sleep in the normal world, and I woke up in need of being knotted. It was a lot to take in, but it was more than alphas and omegas. I was having trouble with the notion that they actually wanted me.

No one else.

Me.

“You can ask questions,” Wylder said, watching me.

I gulped the last of the water down and put aside the glass, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Explain it to me. Everything. Why do you guys have knots?”

“How come others don’t?” Wylder shrugged.

Theo tsked from the counter as he prepared four sandwiches. “Alpha communities are everywhere, Julia. We don’t know for certain why we were born differently, but we were. We keep to ourselves, our costumes, and our way of life. People come and go, and we just never announce to them what we are.”

“And it’s not just here?”

It was Noah who shook his head. “All over the world. Small communities of alphas, omegas, and betas. But we’re dying out. There aren’t many of us out there anymore—not enough omegas, not enough children being born.”

I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t. I felt like a bitch when I asked Theo why he was single, and I wasn’t going to repeat it.

But he smiled, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes showing. “The last omega of this community mated twenty years ago. We never thought we were going to find anyone.”

“Not even in other places?” I asked.

“They tried to reach out to other villages,” Noah said. “But our people really like to keep to ourselves. No one volunteered.”

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