Page 110 of Knot Just for Show

I take the silk velvet dressing gown from Millie, it’s rich oxblood shimmering and buttery soft to the touch. I have to stop myself from rubbing it against my face.

“You know…I wouldn’t mind a bath,” I concede, allowing Millie to lead me.

Millie was not kidding. The baths in the omega suite are amongst the most incredible I’ve ever seen in my life. A massive basin carved from a single crag of creamy white Brazilian quartzstands in the center of the black and white tiled room; polished brass fittings shaped like art-nouveau flowers, leaves, and vines blossoming from the tub and coordinating pedestal sink.

I sink into the hot water after Millie leaves me to my rest and relaxation, sweet almond oil beading atop the water.

Knock, knock, knock—a gentle rapping on the bathroom door.

“Who is it?” I call, sleepily from the steaming water.

“Just me, Sugar.” Ronan’s voice answers from the other side.

“Come in!” I sit upright in the bath—though the tub is so deep—the water is still up to my collarbones.

“Well hello, my bathing beauty.” Ronan flashes me a debonair smile, making his way toward me in the bath.

“Where did all of you boys wander off to? I passed out with you and Lysander and then poof—I wake up alone with Millie twisting my arm for me to take a bath in this incredible fucking crystal grotto. How could you?” I tease—my hands splashing down gently as I flail, a caricature of rage.

“We were working on a little something.” He smirks, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt.

“A little something?” I echo, giving a hyperbolic pout as he pulls the shirt over his head—revealing his bare chest—smattered with tawny freckles; his arms wreathed in all the brilliant colors of his floral tattoos.

“You know— a little somethin’-somethin’” Ronan makes a few smoochy faces, his hands moving to the draw strings of his baggy linen pants.

“Ah-ah-ah!” I lift my finger out of the water, wagging at him sternly. “You’re going to have to do better than that if you think I’m going to let you into my crystal grotto bath after y’all ditched me during a nap!”

“Your crystal grotto?” Ronan gasps, letting his pants drop—his teal boxer briefs giving his half-erection away.

“It’s called the omega suite bathroom—not the gamma suite bathroom,” I assert haughtily, a low groan escaping.

“Ok, maybe not so little—maybe a big something…but the boys and I aren’t ready to tell you yet.” His eyelids droop as he strokes his cock through the thin fabric of his boxers.

I feel my pulse pick up pace, a jittery rush of dopamine coursing through me as my nipples begin to harden, little points of fizzling sensation as I float in the warm water—pinned by Ronan’s hungry gaze.

The two of us are so taken by the moment that neither of us hears the soft sigh of hinges as the door to the bathroom swings open then softly shut.

“Oho!” Ash hoots as he gets a good look at us. “I was wondering where you’d gotten off to.” He nods to Ronan—a devilish grin cutting across the beautiful lines of Ash’s gaunt face. “Well, it doesn’t look like anyone’sgot offyet—” Ash winks at his own joke—already busy with shucking his own clothing—not wanting to be left out. “But I’m happy to help fix that.” He beams, before his face momentarily disappears behind his lifted shirt as he strips it off. “Mavren’s already prepping at the restaurant—and Teddy and Lysander still have a few more stops to make before dinner,” he explains hurriedly—clearly eager to convey to me that the others are otherwise engaged. There’s no reason to delay for them.

Ronan frees his cock from his boxers, and I push up onto my knees—my breasts hanging over the edge of the quartz tub as I take him in my hand, guiding him into my mouth.

As my eyes slide closed, I can just see Ash, naked and white like a perfect marble statue, climbing into the bath. I can feel the water level bob—the current of warm water shifting as Ash moves in behind me.

Ronan reaches down, cupping my breasts with his worn hands—my lips around the head of his cock.

I feel his hip flexors fire under my fingertips, one hand gently gripping Ronan’s hip for support, the other wrapped tightly around the base of his cock as his knot begins to swell against my palm.

“I feel like I can understand how you went so long without going into heat,” Ash rumbles unexpectedly from behind—his hands coming to rest on my love handles as he kisses the nape of my neck.

A little pop echoes through the cavernous bathroom over the sound of sloshing water.

“Oh? And how’s that?” Ronan groans in protest as I free him from my mouth, my hand taking up the work—stroking him hard from knot to tip.

“You’re so fucking hot, so imaginative—so ready…most guys probably could barely handle you on suppressants, let alone in a heat.” Ash’s hands travel lower, each taking a generous handful of my ass and giving it a good squeeze. “I personally—can’t wait to make you cum over and over with my packmates,” he growls into my ear—his cock hard against the cleft of my ass, one of his hands reaching between my legs from behind—two fingers finding my dripping pussy; pink and trembling just above the water’s surface.

“Why wait till I’m in heat?” I pant, increasingly desperate. “You two can make me cum over and overright now,” I whine, spreading my knees wider apart to allow Ash better access.

“You’re not ready for my knot yet, Sugar,” Ronan growls, his hips lurching forward as I take him back in my mouth—Ash using his slick fingers to run his cock head along my slit as he prepares to enter me.

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