Page 133 of Knot a Good Idea

I nod, struggling to find a reason to argue with him.

There’s something wrong with me, right?

Why would I want him to keep me?

I nuzzle into his hold, breathing deeply at his neck, inhaling him.

He’s masculine and rich, just like Liam, but with a spiciness Liam doesn’t possess.

“Fuck, you smell so sweet,” he groans. “The whole house smells like you, now. I can’t get your scent out of my head.”

I whine and bite at his skin, and he growls.

“Baby, I can’t be gentle if you start with that,” he hisses. “I won’t be able to take my time.”

He’s dressed only in his boxers, and I run my hands down his abs, tracing lines over his tattoos with my fingers. He jolts at my touch, and when I reach out to pinch a nipple, he flips me onto my back.

“You know self-control has never been my strong suit, right?” he says, rocking against me. “So what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I laugh and bare my teeth at him. “Trying to getfucked,” I growl. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“Fuck, where have you been,” he breathes, pushing his cock out of his boxers. “Where have you fucking been all our lives?—”

His cockhead is at my entrance, and I lift my hips eagerly.

“No, fuck that,” he hisses, sitting back up. “On your hands and knees, baby. Let me see those pretty holes.”

I don’t argue. I comply easily, my inner Omega ready to do anything as long as she gets knotted.

Hunter’s hand slaps my ass, fire exploding on my backside, and I rock into it.

Yes.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” he hisses, fondling my asscheeks. “I’m not going to be able to go slow when you look like this.”

“Then don’t,” I moan, backing up onto the tip of his cock. “Don’t make me wait.”

And he doesn’t.

Hunter slams into me with a brutal force, my body stretching to accommodate him. I almost lose my balance, but I keep myself upright as his cock hits me at a delicious angle.

All I can smell and sense is him. All I want is him.

All I need isAlpha.

I rock back on Hunter, taking everything he gives me, moaning and whining at the sensations. He grips my hips roughly as he fucks me, filthy sounds filling the air. Pleasure builds in me, and I’m close to coming when another scent swirls around me.

It’s sea salt, with a hint of driftwood.

Donovan.

I don’t see him, but I hear him.

Donovan’s in the room with us, he’s watching me take Hunter’s cock?—

Another orgasm hits me. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I scream, drowning in pleasure as slick spills out of me and all over my nest.

“Get on your back so she can ride you,” he tells Hunter, his voice low and commanding.

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