Page 91 of Knight Life In Vegas

Eduardo cradled her throat, stroking his thumb along her jaw, and closed his fingers over her mouth just in time for her to break again.

“Goddamn, princess. That grip is wild.” Dylan paused his pumping, letting the roll of her hips carry her down from the peak she had just scaled.

Our omega liked the thrill, the possibility of being caught. I nipped the curve of her throat, sucking a mark onto her skin while she squirmed for us. I might not be able to sink my teeth into her just yet, but I could still mark her as mine, however temporarily.

We all withdrew scant seconds before one of the movers popped their head into the doorway to ask an opinion.

“I’ll be right there,” Charlotte promised, her voice strangled. She held the blanket in her teeth and hopped off my lap, pulling her shorts and panties back on. I watched her scamper away, all lush curves and eager spirit.

Oh, yes. We were definitely going to have fun with her living next door.

The boys were asleep—finally—after hours of bouncing off the walls with excitement over their new rooms, and Beau was busy trying to catch up on work, but I couldn’t sleep. I was all keyed up, knowing my other matches only a wall away. The fresh reminder of their touch wasn’t helping either.

I tiptoed to peek in on Beau. “Would it be okay if I went next door?”

He turned from his laptop screen to focus on me. “Are you coming back tonight?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can you scent mark my bed before you go?”

“Of course.” I climbed underneath the blankets of his pitiful single bed and swiped my cheeks over his pillows, wiggling all over his sheets.

I froze when he leaned over me and dropped a kiss to my mouth that had my perfume exploding. Apparently I was easy to set off lately.

“That’s better.” He lifted away with an amused smile. “Come get me if you’re back tonight. Otherwise I’ll see you at breakfast?”

I nodded, body still tingling. “Do you want?—”

“As much as I would love to take you apart, I have to prepare for a meeting, and we moved here so you would have opportunities with the others. Don’t you dare stay because you’re feeling bad for me over here.”

I sucked back the pout that tried to form. “What if I wantedallof you right now?”

“Give me a couple days to adjust before I start stripping down in front of them.”

A giggle burst out of me. “Okay, that’s fair.” I climbed out of his bed and pulled him down by the collar of his shirt to kiss me again. “Sweet dreams when you get around to them.”

“You too. Go have fun.”

I grabbed my key by the door and poked my head out into the hall, slipping over in my nightgown and into their apartment. Each of their doors were closed. I locked up behind me and padded over to Francisco’s door, knocking quietly.

His pupils instantly dilated when he saw it was me, orange liqueur and clove filling the air like a fog that had desire pulsing in my core. “I hope you’re here for what I think you’re here for.”

“I need you.” My voice came out all harsh and husky.

He scooped me up and pressed me back against the wall, his hips pressed flush between my spread thighs, his mouth on mine. I shuddered at the rock of his hips and clung tightly, devouring my fill of him.

“You’re exactly what I was craving.” He let his forehead rest against mine, his hands flexing where they cradled my thighs.

My pussy throbbed, a silent demand to be filled and knotted by my alpha. “Fuck me.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He spun us around and laid me out on his bed just like the first time I had been here. Memories of his touch mingled with the current reality, my body more than ready for everything I knew he could give me.

“I don’t need to be warmed up.”

“So eager.” He bunched up the hem of my nightgown, exposing my bare pussy to the air. “And so prepared.”

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