Page 28 of Knot Their Valentine

Lachlan grunts, his body tensing and shaking with tremors.

The scent in this room is enough to make me come, I fucking swear. In all my life, I’ve never been this turned on. This desperate and needy.

There’s just one scent missing…

“You two are lethal. The sight alone is threatening to bring me to my knees.”

With wide eyes and a trembling body, I watch as Lachlan storms over to us. Quinton pulls away from my neck, his eyes heavy as he looks up at his approaching Alpha. His lips glisten, flushed and pink from sucking my skin.

“Be a good boy and convince her to stick around a while, hmm?” Lachlan murmurs in his Omega’s ear, but loud enough that I hear every word. “And then maybe I’ll reward you, my lethal little mate.”

Holy. Fucking. Fuck.

Quinton watches Lachlan, a needy whine slips from his chest. I’m nuzzling into him before I can stop myself. How Quin didn’t start coming after those words is beyond my ability to understand.

What the fuck is in these men’s scents? Pure fucking lust? Are they all some kind of fantasy-book sex-demon or something?

Fuck me.

Literally.

Bend me over the back of the couch and fuck me hard until I’m screaming louder than the actress that was just fogging up the TV screen.

And all this before noon.

“Join us,” Quin lifts me easily, scooting himself over and making room on his other side for his Alpha. I’m still pressed against him, his arm wrapped around me once again.

“Okay, Omegas. Naughty little things. What will Cae think when he catches us?”

My scent blooms around us as the thought of Caelum catching me with his pack mate and his Omega makes my slick drip from my center. I’m breathless and needy. Desperate.

Lachlan pulls Quin into his arms and away from me. The possessive snarl that rises up inside of me is unexpected, but I shove it down.

Quinton isn’t mine, I remind myself.

I’m about to retreat, but Quin takes the glass of wine out of my hands and places it on the coffee table. I nearly protest until he’s spreading his legs, so one is on either side of my body.

I blink over at him, confused, until he adjusts the pillow still over his crotch and then tugs me down.

The moment my head hits the pillow, his fingers are in my hair.

Quinton massages my scalp, running his fingers through the pink strands, tugging and scratching just right.

The sensation sends tingles down my neck and back. It’s not long before I’m half asleep in his lap, when Lachlan starts fucking purring. I shiver, the sound doing things to me that it really shouldn’t.

The shivers only intensify when Quinton’s purr joins in. It’s so relaxing and calming…until another couple on the TV starts fucking again.

I bury my face in the pillow, trying to hide from the noises they’re making, only to realize where the pillow was placed…

Right over Quinton’s cock. His hands freeze as his purr morphs into a groan.

I can’t decide what I feel as Lachlan’s hand reaches under the pillow. I lift my head, eyes wide, and watch the way his arm moves, the pillow barely being held in place.

My core clenches around nothing, slick filling my panties and perfuming in the air around us.

The scent of Quinton’s slick rises to meet mine, and Lachlan’s hand starts working harder under the pillow.

My eyes are fixed on the motion until I see Quinton’s face. His head is tipped back on his Alpha’s chest, Lachlan murmuring quiet words into his ear. He’s frowning, eyes shut tight, his lips parted just slightly, as he breathes heavily.

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