Page 87 of Knot His Reality

“Perfect,”he responds, slapping my back as he grins.

Remington might have chosen another pack to bring to his bedroom tonight, but that doesn’t mean the two of us are no longer in the race.

Chapter Twenty-two

Remington

WhenPackHawthornemeetsme beside the stage, I’m already a jittery mess. While I know I’m ready to take this step with them, part of me can’t help thinking it’s a little too soon. I’ve known them for less than two weeks, and I’m already inviting them into my bed—though not my nest.

At least not yet.

The problem is that all my omega instincts are screaming at me to make them mine. They don’t care if I barely know them. They’re not something I’ve dealt with a lot, choosing to suppress them for so much of my adult life, and I wonder if that’s why they’re so insistent now.

I’ve spent most of the last week feeling horny as hell. The only one getting me off has been myself, and that’s getting a little old.

Yes, I want to see if Pack Hawthorne is sexually compatible with me, but I also just want to get laid. I figured it was probably best to leave that out of my speech to them.

“Gods above, you smell divine,” Milo murmurs, pulling me into his arms as soon as I step off the stairs. “My alphas are going to make you feel so good. Eric can knot your ass while Victoria locks down on your cock. I’ve managed it a few times, but I’m not built like you are. Your body is made for this.”

My cock has been hard since I handed them their roses—no, that’s not right. It’s been hard since I decided to offer them the white roses tonight. I roll my hips, grinding my cock against Milo’s thigh as I moan. His dirty words are just what I need right now.

Yes. This right here is exactly what I want. I just hope the beta realizes I want him just as badly as I want his alphas.

“Milo. Stop,” Eric growls, pulling the beta away as Victoria sweeps in to wrap her arm around me.

I whine, reaching for Milo, but Victoria turns my chin toward her until I meet her gaze. “We need to get back to your suite before anything happens, omega. You’re already filling the ballroom with your perfume. Walk with me, and I promise you’ll get everything you want.”

“Okay, alpha.” I nuzzle her neck, allowing her scent to calm some of the raging lust inside of me.

“That’s a good omega,” she purrs, pulling me along with her into the hallway. Behind me, I hear Eric speaking quietly to Milo, but I can’t make out what he’s saying.

I feel like I float across the floor as we hurry to my suite. Once inside, I yank off my jacket and tie, fingers getting caught on the buttons of my shirt before the door has even shut behind Eric and Milo.

“Patience, omega. Patience.” Victoria knocks away my hands, running her nails up and down my chest before undoing the buttons.

My eyes find Eric and Milo as they step closer. Milo glances up at Eric, who nods before stepping behind me. I relax into his hold, allowing him to take some of my weight as his hands rest on my hips.

“I’m sorry I teased you in the ballroom,” Milo murmurs, his breath tickling my ear. “I knew you were already worked up, and it was wrong of me to take advantage of you.”

I shrug as Victoria finishes unbuttoning my shirt and pushes it open before tugging my undershirt out of my pants so she can run her hands against my bare chest. “You weren’t taking advantage of me. I liked it.”

“That might be, Remy, but he still knows better,” Eric rumbles, cupping my jaw in his hand. “We haven’t discussed limits or anything, and that’s something that needs to be discussed before anything else happens.”

I blink at him, waiting for his words to sink in. “Right. Yes. That’s smart. You should all stop touching me.”

I almost fall backward when Milo jumps back and Victoria’s hands slide out from under my shirt. Fortunately, Eric has fast reflexes and keeps me on my feet as I laugh.

“Wow. I didn’t mean quite that fast. It’s just easier to think when you’re not all touching me.” With a shake of my head, I move toward the bedroom, calling after me, “Are you coming?”

Of course they follow. I pull off my button-down shirt and undershirt, tossing them to the side before pulling off my pants as well. Turning toward them once more, I’m only wearing a pair of damp boxer briefs. Damp because I’m leaking slick and precum into them.

“Limits. I have none. No, that’s not right. I’ve been tied up before and been spanked with a lover’s hand—I’m okay with those. I haven’t really done a whole lot more than that, but I’m willing to try new things?” I shrug. “I would love to be knotted and locked. I’m okay with everyone’s hands and mouths to touch any part of me they want. I’m okay with my hands and mouth touching all of you wherever you’d like me to touch you. Don’t pee on me because that’s gross. In fact, the only body fluids I like are saliva and cum. Keep the rest of that shit to yourselves. We’re all on birth control since it’s required and we’ve all been cleared by the doctors. There’s no need for condoms. Anything else I need to cover?”

Milo snickers. “Damn, Remy. I feel like you’re in a hurry or something.”

“Keep it up, Milo, and I’ll shove something in your mouth so you can’t talk,” I tell him with a grin, and he licks his lips.

“Yes, please.”

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