Page 27 of Knot Their Valentine

Wine that definitely isn’t helping the horniness situation. It travels through my system, warming my limbs, making them tingle and buzz. The effect seems to apply to my pussy as well.

I can’t resist glancing at Quin, wondering how he’s feeling. Is his cock hard, straining against the pillow across his lap. Is he imagining Cae fucking him against a tree, just like the people on TV?

“Fuck me…” Lachlan grunts when he steps out of the hallway and into view. “What are you two naughty Omegas up to?” He smirks, looking between us.

I’m ready to fucking bolt. Quin might be okay with me being all horny and smelling like I want to get fucked on his couch when it’s just the two of us, but in front of his Alpha? I don’t care what either of them says, they both want each other, and they share a bond.

Omegas are territorial, possessive, and don’t respond well to other Omegas being around their Alphas, particularly when the scent of slick is present.

“Watching a show.” The Omega beside me sends Lachlan a confident smile, then shocks the fuck out of me, as well as his Alpha, when he slings his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into his side.

“Oh, Alpha! Fuck, yes…harder…”the Omega on screen moans, and I’m fairly certain my eyes are bugging out of my face as I stare at Lachlan.

“Damn. I’ve never been happier to be off work than I am right now.” Lachlan smirks, getting a few steps closer, but pausing to observe me and his Omega mate. I’m frozen in place, pressed into Quinton. His scent hits us, plums and honey. Fuck me. Fuck, I want them to fuck me…

Together. One at a time. While they fuck each other… I’m not picky.

“Normally, I would keep my mouth shut, but…” I swallow, glancing over my shoulder to Quin, and then back to Lachlan. “What… What's happening right now? I haven’t had enough wine to be this lost.”

“Looks like Quin is trying to…” Lachlan trails off, as he crosses his arms over his chest and observes us. “Naughty boy…you haven’t showered? Oh, that's playing dirty, Omega. Cuddling up to her, shirtless and smelling like sex?” Lachlan smirks, taking several steps closer.

His scent washes over us, his desire and need making my head spin. Quin groans, and for the first time, I’m jealous of their bond. They must sense each other. Have a better understanding of exactly what the fuck is passing between the three of us right now.

“It wasn’t planned,” Quin murmurs, his hold on me tightening, and I have to turn to look at him once again.

The scents in here, the way they’re both looking at me, the way they're responding to the smell of my slick? Fuck, this feels naughty. They’re bonded. Quin is the pack Omega.

Ido notbelong here. I know that… but… Fuck, their scents can’t be lying, can they? Why would they want to trick me? Unless Caelum told them to.

They’ve never been cruel before, not even as teenagers. Neither of these men ever tried to make me cry.

Quinton always did the opposite, actually. If he ever stumbled on me crying all alone, he’d pull me in for a hug. He even joined me in the bathroom stalls to eat lunch on multiple occasions. He’s kind.

Cae is the only one that ever went out of his way to mess with me.

Does Caelum’s Omega want to fuck me? What about his bonded pack mate?

The thought makes me perfume, the scent hitting the room like a smoke bomb, filling the air with heady, needy Omega desire.

My slick wets my thighs, and when Quin growls, turning to me to bury his face against my neck, I whine, closing my eyes as the sensations overwhelm me.

Oh, dear. This has gotten out of hand. Quin’s touch is fucking possessive, and every brush of his skin against mine has shivers rushing through me. I’m ready to climb onto his lap and say fuck it.

I keep my eyes shut, bracing for the rejection that’s bound to come. Will it hurt worse, now that I’ve had the tiniest taste?

Will Lachlan say cruel words that my weak heart can’t handle? Will Quin shove me away from him? Will their scents turn acidic? Will they leave me here to go fuck each other?

“She smells like chocolate covered sin…” Quin groans, and just like I wanted to less than half an hour ago, Quin licks my throat. He tastes my skin, his scent responding to mine, and the feeling of his tongue against me has me releasing another whine. This one is more desperate than the last.

“Quinton…” Lachlan growls. At first, I think it’s his instincts driving him to anger. The sound reminds me of the way a possessive Alpha sounds when barking a command. Until Quin whines too.

My lips part on a gasp, and my eyes finally open, taking in the sight of Lachlan in nothing but black briefs. His cock straining the material obscenely.

My eyes travel up his sculpted body. He’s bigger than Quin, but not by a lot.

The most shocking thing, though, is the way he’s watching us as Quinton continues sucking and licking the skin of my neck. When the Omega’s teeth sink into my flesh, just enough to achewithout breaking the skin, the physical reaction reverberates through each of us.

I moan, my jaw dropping, as all the air in my lungs rushes free. My thighs clench as slick gushes, and I wiggle my hips, wishing so badly for relief.

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