Page 108 of Knight Life In Vegas

“You want that, don’t you, princess?” Dylan asked. “Good omegas suck alpha cock.”

The bolt of pleasure through the bond from Beau had me dropping my mouth open. Dylan let him take my hair and I stared up at my first bond. “Give it to me. I can take it.”

Whatever I had expected out of Beau, it wasn’t a wave of primal instinct flooding over both of us, or for him to fuck my face with the same ferocity Dylan had for my pussy. Between the sensations all my alphas delivered and the sheer delight tumbling through the bond, I detonated.

Utterly overwhelmed, I let myself sink under the tsunami. Dylan slammed home, spilling hotly inside me, his knot sealing us together. I drank Beau down, gasping when he pulled back sharply so his knot didn’t catch on my teeth.

Desperate and delirious, I melted when Dylan claimed my mouth in a kiss I felt down to my toes.

“Seeing you fall apart is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He rocked his hips, grinding closer to me, and I moaned against his mouth when he kissed me again. “I’m so fucking glad you’re pack, because you’re ours, and I love you way too fucking much to ever let you go.”

The staff showers were a tight squeeze with five of us, but better to wash up now so we could tumble straight into Charlotte’s nest without bringing the arena with us. I ran the blow-dryer over her hair to remove any dust that had settled, and then tucked her body under the spray when she’d pinned her locks up. Her gaze roamed appreciatively over all of us, herscent like a fog in the steam. Our own scents blended with hers, sweet and earthy.

I backed her up against the tile, a rush of softness flowing through the bond as her eyes met mine and she melted.

“You’re so beautiful, duchess.” I leaned in to kiss her and she rose up on her toes. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pressing our naked bodies together.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself, Chico.” Her cheeks flushed pink.

My heart thumped hard. “Gracing me with my nickname finally?”

“Seemed like it was time.”

I indulged in her mouth surrendering to mine. It was a truly humbling experience to be able to feel her uncertainty and fear, and then to feel her trust in us that allowed her to step over those hurdles and let go.

Her nerves today had been a brick wall crumbling bit by bit the more she put her faith in her new pack. I wasn’t sure where she stood on fully accepting us, on wanting a life with us, but it certainly felt like she was coming along on that. She needed time; I knew that. I was more than okay with it and happy to go at her pace, though I wasn’t going to get upset over her speed-running a few things.

“Say it again,” I murmured against her lips.

“Chico. It’s so cute. Not quite as debonair as Francisco, but they both suit you.”

The shower was a good opportunity for Beau to get comfortable with the pack. Fucking our girl together was one thing, but being able to coexist outside of the action was important too. Shyness and modesty weren’t especially compatible with pack life, and I was relieved—for Charlotte, for him, for us—that he wasn’t going to keep himself to the outskirts of our lives.

Eduardo and Dylan scrubbed down in record time so we could all dry, dress, and get to the limo Beau had ordered for us to head home.

It would be the first time she’d have all of us in her nest, an honor no one would take for granted. An omega’s nest was sacred, and having already shared it with her, I was eager for my pack to experience it as well.

I helped her back into the simple sundress she’d worn because it fit easily under the gown. Her pupils dilated as I smoothed the fabric over her hips. “Ready to go home?”

“Yes.”

I scooped her up bridal style. The action sent a bolt of lust through the bond that almost made my knees buckle.

“Is it something specific about being picked up that you like?” Beau asked, falling into step next to me.

“I feel so dainty when you guys do it. And it just…reminds me how big you all are, how easy it would be for you to do anything you wanted.” Her cheeks flared pink. “I like it.”

Charlotte was a wild little thing by the time we piled into the limo. The door had barely closed before she was climbing into my lap to ride me.

She’d barely stopped purring since Dylan had confessed his feelings while knot-deep in her, and the rise of affection and desire flowing through the bond threatened to drown me. Charlotte hadn’t verbally responded in kind to his confession, but I’d felt it. She was in deeper than she wanted us to know, maybe even deeper than she wantedherselfto know. Seeing the true Charlotte behind the walls she had built to protect herself only made me fall faster for this magnificent omega.

In the arena she had been docile with us, but in the confines of the limo she was anything but. I tipped my head back with a groan as she plunged down on my cock. Her warm breath huffedagainst me, her body chasing its pleasure while the others looked on.

I helped her along, hands gripping her hips to relieve some of the weight of her movements so she didn’t tire herself out before reaching her peak. I’d finish her off if that happened, but right now she seemed determined to get there on her own.

Her whines and whimpers echoed in my ear, ratcheting up the tension in the vehicle with every sound. Beau’s desire for her echoed through the bond. Each time he looked at her, it spiked and Charlotte’s pussy clamped down on me.

“Fuck, you feel so good, duchess.”

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