Page 105 of Seen Knot Heard

An invitation. A temptation.

Standing alone in the middle of the gym, my pulse pounds in my ears, the ache between my thighs almost unbearable. I press my shaking hands to my burning cheeks, trying to calm the riot of emotions storming through me.

The sound of running water reaches my ears, conjuring images of water sluicing over hard muscle, steam rising from heated skin, strong hands gliding over soap-slicked flesh…

A broken moan escapes my lips, the last threads of my resistance unraveling. Before I can second-guess myself, I move toward the bathroom, drawn by a primal need that drowns out all rational thought.

The door swings open on well-oiled hinges at the light press of my hand. My sneakers squeak on the glossy tiles, the pheromones of my Alphas mingling with the sharp scent of lemon cleaner as I step farther inside.

The single row of beige lockers covers one wall, a padded bench in the center separating the changing space from the sinks on the opposite side. The mirror that runs the length of the wall above the sinks reflects my pink hair and desire-flushed face.

The rhythmic patter of water comes from the back, where an archway must lead to the shower area. Steam curls through the air, fogging the mirrors and dampening my hair.

Discarded clothes litter the floor, creating a haphazard trail, and my heart flutters as I step over the abandoned garments. The sound of the spray grows louder as I approach, almost drowned out by the rush of blood pounding in my ears.

I pause at the threshold, sucking in a shaky breath as I peek around the corner.

And swoon at the sight that greets me.

Blake and Nathaniel stand beneath the spray of an open room shower, water sluicing over glistening muscles and acres of bare skin. Blake’s thick hair hangs in a damp curtain down his back as he tips his face up, rivulets tracing the hard lines of his body. Nathaniel stands beside him under his own showerhead, soaping his muscular chest, his biceps flexing as he works the lather over his pecs.

I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, aching to nip the curve of Blake’s hip, my fingers twitching with the urge to map the sharp V that leads to Nathaniel’s groin. Desire gathers between my thighs, my body readying itself for their possession.

Sensing my presence, they both turn, pinning me in place with heated stares. Raw hunger dilates their pupils, the blatant want in their expressions stealing the air from my lungs.

Blake catches my eyes, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “If you want to come in, you’ll need to lose the clothes.”

Beside him, Nathaniel watches me with hooded eyes, one hand smoothing suds across his chest. “Or you can just watch, if you’d rather.” His hand drifts downward. “Up to you.”

Blake hums in agreement as he wraps a hand around his hardening length. He strokes himself languidly. “Is that what you want, sweet girl? To watch us?”

A broken whimper escapes me, my thighs clenching as a rush of desire floods my core. My temperature rises, my skin too tight, my blood molten in my veins.

With shaking hands, I reach for the hem of my sweater, my breath coming in shallow pants as I strip it over my head. Blake and Nathaniel watch me with hungry appreciation as they stare at my pink lace bra, where my hard nipples pebble the thin material.

I’ve never been this bold, but the heat in their eyes makes me feel powerful, desirable. I shimmy out of my leggings and kick them aside, my hands trembling as I reach back to unclasp my bra.

In a daze, I let it fall to the floor, my panties following until I stand bare before them, my skin prickling with anticipation.

Blake crooks a finger at me in silent command, and my feet carry me into the shower to join them under the warm spray.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chloe

My pink hair dampens as I step farther into the shower stall, and steam envelops my trembling body. I stop between the two Alphas, uncertainty breaking through the haze of desire clouding my thoughts.

While I knew bonding with all four meant being with them together, it would be during my Heat, when instinct took over. This is different. I’ve never been with more than one person at a time.

How does it even work? Is there an order? Who goes first? Or will they want to…at the same time…

Another whimper escapes me, both need and confusion.

Nathaniel steps in beside me, his broad, muscular frame blocking the spray and creating a small pocket of space around me. The water sluices over the curves and planes of his body, droplets clinging to his golden skin and his blond hair plastered to his head.

His deep brown eyes meet mine, desire smoldering in their depths, and my breath hitches. I’m acutely aware of the narrow space that separates us, of the way his scent thickens in the air, easing away my worries as the haze of desire returns.

Blake steps closer to my front, heat radiating from his body, not quite touching, but near enough to sense his warmth. Caged in by the two Alphas, I feel tiny in a way I’ve never experienced before. Written about, yes, while never understanding how overwhelming the sensation is in real life.

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