Page 35 of Knot Their Valentine

“If I had to guess? The scent of Quin coming to our bed, smelling like he’d just fucked you. The scent of your slick mixed with his arousal? I don’t think my cock has ever been harder. Ten out of ten best experience of my life. Hmm…” Cae frowns, tapping a finger to his chin. “Or maybe it’s the dreams I had all night. Quin sucking my cock, while you ride his… Lachlan fucking you from behind, while Quin licks your pussy, and I suck his soul through his dick…or maybe I’ve just always wanted you.”

“Oh my fucking god!” I yelp, slapping my hand over his mouth, needing him to shut it immediately. He quirks a brow at me as he pulls me against him, but I release my grasp over his mouth with another startled sound and step away from the Alpha. His scent is heavy in the air, and I clear my throat, needing to escape it.

“Posted,” Caelum says after a few moments of quiet passes between us. I glance back at him, but he looks…somewhere between mischievous and very proud of himself.

“Posted what? What are you talking about?” This Alpha is clearly cracked. I better message his pack mates…

Cae just grins back at me brightly before turning his phone screen and showing it to me. I frown as it takes a second to realize what I am looking at. He’s on a social media app. One that started back when we were in high school but didn’t get super popular until a few years later.

I frown, not understanding why he’s showing me his profile. I blink up at him. Instead of explaining, Caelum moves until he’s behind me, pressing his chest tightly to my back. His arms wrap around my front as he taps his phone a couple of times. I stare at the screen.

“My bio,” Cae says, and I look up at him over my shoulder, squinting. He’s being so shifty…

“Do you have worms in your brain or something?”

Cae snorts, shaking his head. “Read it, Fireball.” He nods to the phone. I let out a loud sigh, reading the bio with trepidation.

Caelum Baker, 21, Chef at Diamond Lakes, Pack Lead of Baker pack, clinically obsessed with the Omega Harlow Grace since tenth grade.

“What the fuck?” I whisper, but he’s not done. He clicks on his first post, which showcases several photos of the two of us and some of just me. The caption is the most shocking part.

Forever thankful, Harlow has gifted me her time and attention. Two things I do not deserve. I’m fucking obsessed with her and everything about her. Call me a simp because Harlow Grace makes me fucking weak.

“You’re out of your mind,” I hiss. “What if Quinton sees this? Your actual Omega mate! He’s going to rip my throat out with his teeth–”

“Quinton might rip your panties off with his teeth, Fireball, but certainly not this pretty throat.” He emphasizes his words with a forceful bite to my neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but my knees go weak for him. “Quinton already approved the post,” he adds, pulling back and clicking at his phone screen for a second, showing it to me.

Cae: How's this? *Sent a photo*

Quin: Perfect. Now you just need to show her how fat that knot of yours is…

“Oh my god!” I gasp, shoving his phone down and blinking up at him. “He’s in on this?”

“He is now. After he came to me with slick dripping down his thighs and saturated in your scent, he was still pretty fucking horny. I jerked his cock while I whispered the dirty things I want to do to you in his ear. He came so hard and so fast. Then he came three more times. All while thinking about you, Harlow.” The deep tone of his voice whispering around my skin leaves me messy and short of breath. Cae moves from behind me, tucks his phone in his pocket, and takes my hand, leading me back to the parking lot.

“This is…crazy. You know that, right?” I ask as I climb into the passenger seat.

“Maybe, but who fucking cares when it feels so good.”

“Fucking hell.”

Chapter Nine

After dinner last night, Cae brought me back to the apartment so we could share dessert with the other two, before curling up on the couch to watch a movie.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was in my bed with an Omega cuddled up to me. I had nowhere to be this morning, so I slept in, and Quin woke me up with a mug of hot coffee and offered to hang out with me while he worked online. Cae was already at work, and Lachlan was already up too.

Obviously, I agreed. He was so busy, though, that I felt like I couldn't ask him the questions burning a hole through my head all morning.

Then Lachlan told me to get dressed for our one-on-one date and released me from that particular torture.

I couldn’t tell from his tight navy blue shirt and leather jacket where he was taking me, but I opted for comfort again with a pair of light wash skinny jeans and white t-shirt.

“What is this place?” I ask, eyes wide. Lachlan grins, the pride he's feeling makes his honeyed scent stronger. I lean into him, almost tasting the plums.

Walking up to the warehouse structure, I can see large windows with wrought iron details. The metal of the buildinghas been painted a solid black, but at the edge, I can just make out what looks like a mural in bright colors.

“My studio. Where I make all my art.” Lachlan grins, pulling the door open for me.

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