Page 46 of Knot That Delicate

That didn't mean I was traumatised against the idea of ever having sex. Heck, I'd been thinking of these guys in a semi-sexual manner for days now. I wasn't just okay with the idea of having sex with them—I wanted it.

I wanted to experience all the things I'd missed out on. Most women my age had taken the leap and had many sexual experiences. Whether it be sharing their heat or finding a pack, most women my age were satisfied sexually.

And I wholeheartedly believed that Pack Reid would be able to keep me totally satisfied.

“Juniper?” Carter asked gently.

I shook my head, turning to him. In my utter surprise, I hadn't answered Dylan's question. Who did I want first? Yes, my body was crying out for all of them, but realistically, for the first time, one partner would be preferable, but this wasn’t a normal situation.

“Just one of you?” I asked.

“We don't want to bombard you,” Asher said, though I could see from the outline of his cock in his sweatpants that he was already hard.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t think this is a take-things-slow situation, if you catch my drift.” I groaned, clutching at my stomach.

“You could try and do this alone, if you want. We will do whatever you want,” Carter said.

“Though, I've got to say, if you’re thinking you want to do this alone, let me know soon, because I'm going to have to be in a different room than you.” Dylan growled. “Holy fuck, you smell amazing, and there’s only so much one alpha can take.”

My smell was affecting him that much? Dylan always came across as so composed, so stoic, there was something about the idea of my scent being too much for him that was downright heady.

There was no denying the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the countertop, and his jaw was visibly tense.

“And what would you do if I stayed in this room?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. I knew exactly what I was asking for. I knew exactly what I wanted. For once, I was going to grab the proverbial bull by the horns.

My past lack of heats had been for survival.

Now it was time to enjoy myself.

And with three alphas at my beck and call, I got the impression that I would greatly enjoy myself.

One time. Let yourself have one time before things go back to normal, a voice in the back of my head pressed.

Dylan’s face broke out into a grin. “Well, maybe it will be easier to show you,” he said, his hands reaching for my hips. He lifted me off my feet with ease, and my arms flew around his neck, desperately looking for something to hold on to.

I was only in the air for a brief second before my butt was placed on the cool granite kitchen counter. Dylan’s scent of pine, musk, with a hint of woodsmoke was somehow even warmer and richer up close. There was no missing the prominent bulge in the front of his trousers, either.

“I think I need a taste,” he said simply, throwing a grin my way before sinking down to his knees in front of me.

Oh, holy…

My mind was running a million miles a minute as Dylan slowly pulled my sleep shorts off my body, throwing him to the side. Every part of my body felt tense and needy.

I was only in the early stages of heat fog, but I was already too far gone to worry about being self-conscious. If a hot alpha wanted to get on his knees in front of me and make me feel good, then I was not going to question it.

I whimpered as the cool air hit my pussy. Holy fuck, I was overheated and oversensitive. I was ready to explode just from the sensation of cool air alone. When Dylan's warm breath joined the mix, I nearly passed out.

How could I be so close to exploding when he hadn't even touched me yet?

“What are you waiting for?” I whined, my hand coming to rest in his hair, lightly tugging at the soft strands.

“Patience, I’m just taking in the view,” he said.

“You can take in the view later,” I growled. “For now, I am in pain, and I need you to make me come.”

“Who am I to disobey a direct order?” Dylan chuckled. “I bet your pussy is going to look so good leaking all my pack mates’ cum after it’s been knotted again and again.”

My body reacted to his words, my pussy clenching and more slick flowing. If he didn’t do something soon, I was going to be leaving a puddle on the kitchen counter.

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