Page 22 of Knight Life In Vegas

“Did you want a knot tonight?” I asked. “Better tell me right now if you don’t before I drag you off him and give you one.”

“Please,” she whined. “Please, please, please.”

I lifted her hips up, Dylan sliding free before I fucked into her with a vengeance, the grip of her pussy sending me spiraling over the edge until I buried myself deep. My knot sealed ustogether and set her off again. Charlotte shifted, her hand wrapping around Dylan’s slick-coated cock, hand-fucking him off the ledge with us.

When I surfaced from the surge of pleasure, Charlotte was adorably face-planted on Dylan’s chest, struggling to catch her breath. I carefully collected her and rolled onto my side, dragging her with me.

Dylan rearranged himself, lying flat on his back with Charlotte’s head on his shoulder and their fingers interlaced. I kissed her hair and idly swept my hand over her sweaty skin, committing each curve to memory.

Her stomach growled loudly and Dylan laughed.

“Could we tempt you with some room service?” I asked.

“You don’t have to feed me,” she insisted. “I can eat when I get home.”

I growled low. “Trying to leave us already?”

She snuggled impossibly closer. “Not yet. I just don’t have that much spare money for part of a hotelandroom service.”

The laugh I barked out startled both of us. “You think we’re going to make you pay foranything?”

“It wasn’t an official date. I just assumed.”

Dylan clapped his hand down onto her ass cheek, making her squeak. “You assumed wrong, princess. Now, what can we order you?”

“French fries?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you ordering that because it’s probably the cheapest thing on the menu?”

She turned wide eyes to me. “Maybe.”

“Do you like steak or shrimp better?”

“I like both. You really don’t have to.”

“Dylan, order the surf and turf with a side of fries.”

“On it.” He reached for the phone and put in the order, plus something for us, while I silenced Charlotte’s protests with a kiss.

“You’ve worked muscles you’ve probably never felt before. You need some protein to recover.”

“Fine.” She pouted, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing that jutting lip until her pout turned into a smile.

“Good girl.”

Charlotte squirmed. “I feel like I’m too old to be called that.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever too old for it. If you like it, what’s the harm?”

“I suppose that’s true.” She settled back down, purring contentedly. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anything for you, querida.”

Holy shit. Ho-ly shit.

I had thought Francisco waslife-changing, but having two alphas at once wasmind-blowing. Getting fed steak, shrimp, and fries afterward didn’t hurt either. Eduardo sat me on his lap, knot-deep, while Dylan fed me. Even after the knot went down, I was too comfortable to move.

We watched a ridiculous made-for-TV movie about a small-town omega moving to the big city. I was relieved neither of them demanded much conversation because my brain felt like scrambled eggs. I wouldn’t make the mistake of staying too late this time. We had the room until check out at ten in the morning, but I fully intended to be back in my own apartment well before then.

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