Page 69 of Knot Just A Fan

Cami swings into action. Damn, I like this girl.

“Okay, I’ll man the door.”

“It’s pretty busy out there,” says Grayson. “You going to be okay?”

Cami gives him an incredulous look. “I most certainly am.” I’ve not scented her in heat any of the times I’ve been around her, so I’m guessing she’s on suppressants. But I also know her and Ash made more noise than a zoo last night on the other side of my wall.

My palms go a bit sweaty. I haven’t been with an Omega in a very, very long time. Least of all one who smells exactly like who I want to spend the rest of my life with. This woman who has been by our sides, working her ass off, and helped propel us to where we are today. With little of the thanks, and only the weak salary the Guild provides.

And this makes me angry.

I stand up and yank the cushions off the two sets of seats facing one another. One doesn’t want to come off but I give it a yank and nearly fly back. I set these on the floor, and cover them with my hoodie. Cami tosses me a knit jumper and a scarf, and Grayson removes his jacket and lays it out.

Meanwhile, Briella is sitting on the last cushion, legs crossed like she’s trying to turn into a pretzel. She gives a little whimper and my cock rises up like sun.

Cami slips out the door, peeks her head back through, and says, “I’ll knock if the ticket guy comes back.”

“Try to stall him,” mutters Grayson. “Thank you, Cami.” She nods, and gives her friend privacy.

The door is shut, and Grayson and I look at each other, and I feel my Alpha roaring to life. A feeling I haven’t known in awhile. Rut suppressants help keep it in check, but the ones I’m on, at least, aren’t heavy duty. Still, they must be why I never scented her before. Though it seems strange.

“Angel, we’re here to help you. You know I’ve got you. And Enzo—he’s ready, too.” He nods at me and I smile, kneeling down in front of her.

She is more beautiful than I’ve ever taken the time to notice. She’s dressed in a skirt, leggings, and sandals, with a strappy top. She’s removed her cardigan and thrown this on the makeshift nest, and nods back. Those big innocent eyes, insane lashes, and that mouth that I suddenly want to do wicked things to.

She’s never been anything but polite, kind, funny, and soft-spoken. Now I want to hear her scream my name.

I take her hands gently, Grayson leaving me the first move. She looks at me as she trembles inside my arms, and I gently lower her to the floor. “Let me take care of you, sweet Briella,” I say softly. I lean her back down and press my lips to her cheek, her chin, and plant a trail of soft kisses at her throat. She arches her back, pushing her breasts up to my face.

I lower my mouth to cover her nipple through her t-shirt, delighted to find she’s not wearing a bra. Makes things easier. Her legs are spread and I place one knee between them,widening the gap. I reach a hand down to her core and find her sopping wet.

“Jesus Christ, you are ready,” I say. She nods. She looks up at me with those massive eyes and blinks, but no smile. I won’t let this stop me as long as she’s asking for it.

“You sure?” I say. She nods and looks at Grayson, who’s moved behind her head. He softly strokes her forehead, pulling her hair away from her face and brushes it gently with his hands.

“Let him take care of you, baby,” he says to her. “Let’s treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

Briella nods again, still silent, still soaking a puddle into the floor with her jasmine slick. I want to lap it up. I want toswimin it.

I settle for pulling her t-shirt over her head and burying my face in her tits.

“Gorgeous, aren’t they?” says Grayson, continuing to stroke her head while she moans softly.

“The most,” I say, between mouthfuls of delicious, peaked nipples. My hands circle her pale mounds as I push them together and yank my shorts down. My cock jumps out, hard as rock and ready to greet Briella with a smile.

I kneel over her chest, straddling her as I thrust between the two perfectly-sized orbs, quivering and wobbling away as my dick slides toward her face over and over and over.

As I pull back and lower myself to her soaked entrance, Grayson pulls his shorts off and lowers his cock toward Briella’s mouth. She’s groaning wildly now, her fingers claws that are scratching the cushions below her. Finally she looks at me, and smiles, and it’s like the sun’s broken through the darkest clouds imaginable, but now, everything is right.

Grayson slides into her mouth, leaning over her head with his hands propping him against the wall. Briella arches her backand I reach one hand down to guide my cock into her welcoming slit.

It seems to pull me in, like a sea current dragging me away, and I moan, “Baby, you’ve got me harder than I have ever been.” I lean down and lick her left nipple like an ice cream cone. The train bounces along the track, rattling the door and the walls of the compartment. Grayson is pumping her mouth with his cock and her eyes are wide and hungry.

“Will you take my knot, Briella?” I whisper. “I want you to be as full as you need to be, baby.”

A knock comes on the door.

“Shit!” says Grayson. “Bad timing!” he calls louder. “Two more minutes!”

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