Page 90 of Knot Only His

Their scents linger.

Parker’s tee shirt, Oliver’s practice jersey, Asher’s sweater, Carver’s black button down. He must be here now. I smile knowing Parker has opened up his pack for him.

I press each item to my nose, inhaling deeply.

“Alphas,” I whimper, rubbing the clothes over my neck and wrists. My pussy clenches hard as I scent mark myself with their combined smells.

The ache builds between my legs. My omega knows what’s coming, even if my mind hasn’t caught up yet. But there’s no denying it anymore as another wave of slick soaks through my pjs.

My pre-heat is starting. And I need my alphas.

“Oliver, Asher, Parker…” I hesitate, call out, and hope. “Carver.”

The door opens the moment I say it. Four men…alphas stand before me.

“Omega,” Parker growls. “Are you asking for your alphas toenter your room?”

Two stand at either side of the doorway. Their sharp eyes are on me. Each is a pure alpha. All tall with wide shoulders, and chests puffed out like they are about to beat them caveman style.

I whine as I nod furiously.

They each file into the room, tentative rather than aggressive.

I’m sure that’ll end soon.

Carver rumbles, “Omega.”

My pussy contracts around nothing at his tone. My slick gushes and only now do I realize I did slick for him that day. I never squirted like I claimed.

I giggle as I think about that.

His voice changed the moment we fucked. I see it now. How he urged with his words for my omega to awaken for him. She probably would have had it not been for the damn implant.

“Alpha,” I whine, unexpectedly. I’m still coherent enough to call his name, but he needs this. I suspect they all do. “Alphas.”

I glance at Parker, then Asher. Both of their pupils are dilated, black. I swallow as I turn to Oliver, giving him the same wink he gave me at the ice a few months before.

“How long did you know I was an omega?” I ask Oliver, my voice breathy.

“Not as long as Carver, obviously. But the first time was about a year ago. Though, I refused to believe it. I never understood what was happening myself. It was my first time I scented an omega, and Colton had convinced everyone you were an alpha.”

“Colton never knew. But he wouldn’t—I wasn’t his.” I push back on the nest and take them all in together. “I’m yours.”

There’s a collective inhale of breaths.

Carver, a tattooed god with black hair, blue eyes, and as tall and broad as Oliver. Oliver is as tatted as Carver, though his hair is a shadelighter and his eyes a light hazel, but right now they look so dark it’s hard to remember how pale they are.

Asher, much leaner than Carver and Oliver. Not unexpected, considering he no longer plays the game. But there is something special about Asher, not only the way his green eyes bore into mine, or the dimples I see when he smiles, but it’s his touch that makes me come alive.

And then there’s Parker. Messy dark blond hair, tanned skin, and steely gray eyes.

He’s cold, unsure, yet now I know why.

He is scared. I can see it in the way he stands slightly to one side of Carver, like he doesn’t want me to compare them.

“You’re all so perfect together. I get a bit of everything.”

“You do,” Parker growls like he’s suddenly come alive. “Do you want all of us?”

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