Page 104 of Seen Knot Heard

I pause in the doorway, pulse thrumming as I take in the sight of Nathaniel and Blake circling each other on the mats, muscles rippling beneath sweat-sheened skin as Blake holds up pads and Nathaniel punches them.

Blake moves with a fluid grace, his long hair escaping its bun to frame his chiseled features, and Nathaniel appears equally tousled. Blond strands cling to his forehead as he jabs and weaves, his handsome features tight with concentration.

The two Alphas are so different, Nathaniel leanly muscled while Blake’s biceps and thighs bulge. But there’s no doubt that they’re both strong, more than capable of handling themselves in a fight.

Their pheromones fill the space, heavy enough to taste them on my tongue and saturate my skin. My cheeks flush, and I sway, the glasses in my hands clinking.

Two pairs of eyes snap to me, and the Alphas’ nostrils flare, taking in my scent.

My breath catches as I hold up the shakes, my hands trembling. “Thought you guys might need… Mmm…” A freshwave of pheromones rushes over me, and I lick my lips, tasting cider and leather. “…post-workout…”

I stare at the green drinks I hold, my mind unable to find the word for them through the haze of desire sweeping through me.

Blake and Nathaniel approach, chests heaving. I admire the way their shirts cling to their firm bodies, muscles defined beneath the damp fabric.

“Hot,” I mumble, then flush, pressing the cool glasses to my burning cheeks. “I mean, you two must be hot. From the workout.”

The way their sweaty shirts cling to their bodies distracts me again, and I fixate on the tantalizing flex of their muscles. “Abs…”

Blake leans in to take one of the glasses, his woodsy scent washing over me as he inhales. “You smell so good, sweetheart.” The sensual rumble has me swaying closer, desperate to be enveloped in his heady pheromones. “Like a garden in summer.”

Nathaniel steps to my other side, his hand cupping around mine as he lifts the shake to his lips. His fingers, still warm from his workout, burn my skin, sending tingles racing up my arm.

Transfixed by the way his lips wrap around the straw, memories flood my mind of how those lips pressed to mine just this morning. Soft yet demanding, coaxing needy whimpers from my throat.

“I want to be that straw,” I whisper, the words slipping out unchecked.

A growl emanates from his chest as his hand tightens on mine, and the possessive sound shoots straight through me, desire pooling in my core.

Caught between the two Alphas, surrounded by their pheromones, I can barely breathe. Their heat, the way their gym shorts settle just so over their bulges… It sets my whole bodyablaze with need, yearning to be touched, claimed, owned by them.

Blake finishes his shake and sets the glass aside, his mouth curving into a knowing smirk as he takes in my flushed cheeks and rapid breaths.

He grips the front of his sweat-dampened shirt, pulling the fabric away from his chest. “I think we should hit the showers.”

Lost in a haze of longing, I nod. Blake steps backward toward a door at the far end of the gym, and my feet move of their own accord to follow, helpless to resist the magnetic pull of his presence.

Only when I step off the gym mats onto tiles does reality come crashing back in.

Mortification floods through me as I realize what I’m doing. “Oh! You mean you two should shower.”

I jump backward, only to crash into Nathaniel, who stands at my back.

Heat suffuses my face, turning my cheeks the same vivid pink as my hair. “I don’t need to…shower…obviously…. I didn’t work out…”

The words die on my tongue as Blake crosses his arms and grasps the hem of his shirt, stripping the garment off in one fluid motion. I gape at the expanse of tanned skin and chiseled muscle revealed, my mouth going dry.

Dark ink wraps his biceps in intricate designs I ache to trace with my fingers or, better yet, my tongue. A line of silky hair vanishes into his waistband, teasing me to follow it to the thick length nestled beneath. I bite my lip, remembering the stretch of him, the way he filled me, how utterly wrecked I felt on his cock.

Lost in my fevered imaginings, I startle when Nathaniel rumbles behind me. “Are you sure you don’t need to shower, little Omega?”

I tip my head back to look up at him, my pulse racing. He stands so close that I feel the heat radiating off his body and smell the intoxicating blend of leather and clove and sweat rising from his skin.

“I… no…I showered this morning…” I blink, struggling to form coherent thoughts as every cell in my body screams for me to fall into his arms.

One corner of Nathaniel’s mouth quirks up in a half-smile that turns my knees to jelly. “Too bad.” He steps past me, his body brushing mine. “I guess we’ll have to go it alone.”

My lungs seize as he strides into the bathroom, the implication in his words unmistakable. Blake follows a moment later, a devilish gleam in his eye as he leaves the door ajar.

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