Page 84 of Knot Their Opening Act

“We all can,” says Nico behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders before gently taking her hair off to one side and kissing the back of her neck. “Can you help you out of these clothes? Since I imagine some of them are a little bit wet.”

A little bit is an understatement. Jesus, she’s so wet, and the heat of my own need to give into my rut sends pulsing want shivering through my limbs.

Jez nods and I slide down the pleated skirt with bicycle shorts attached underneath. It’s fairly thick for a skirt, but once her panties are in view, the scent of her honeysuckle and jasmine slick slams my senses, nearly knocking me back to the ground. I lob the clothes behind me and she lays back, eyes on me as I kiss my way up her inner thigh, across her swollen pink lips, and down her other thigh.

Behind her, Nico is carefully removing her bra and spaghetti-strap top, while Holden has quickly removed his shirt and is flexing his gym-ready muscles. Thomas kicks off his shoes and begins to undress as well, but all of this is happening in the background as I reach my hands around to the soft flesh of her arse and the curve of her hips. I’m about to pull her intoxicating folds straight to my face. But my eye catches sight of something—something irritating.

You’d think nothing could possibly distract me from this goddess spreading her bare legs before me. But there is, perhaps, one thing.

I place a kiss on her inner thigh again then look up into her face. “Jez—God. I can’t give into my rut with my own 30-year-old face staring down at me.”

“Yet you expectherto get pleasure from looking at the real thing, ya nutter,” Nico helpfully adds. Thomas snickers.

Holden takes Jez’s left hand and plants a kiss on her knuckles. “Guys,” he murmurs softly. “If we’re doing it right we’re not looking at a fucking poster anyhow.”

“To be fair, when I decorated I didn’t expect any of you to be in here,” says Jez quietly. She bites her lips while looking down at me, then glancing down at herself spread wide for me.

The point is made. This is about how Jez feels. She decorated this place to make herself feel safe, comfortable … and protected.

I jerk my head up and stare into her eyes. She gives me a crooked smile of those luscious lips and grabs me by the loosened tie, pulling me in to her as her legs wrap around me. Then she slowly leans back on her elbows, arching her back before sinking to the mattress, arms spread wide. She gazes up at Nico behind her and Thomas and Holden on either side, her fingers closing over her palm in acome heregesture.

I undo and remove my belt, and this act alone pulls a moan from deep within Jez’s throat, where I fully suspect one of my bandmates will soon be. Trousers undone and slid to my knees, I pull my wide-awake cock from my boxers.

My lips find hers, gently sucking on the top lip as her tongue slips into my mouth. The heat of her rolls off like lava, soaking into my skin. God, my rut is in full-on ready mode, reacting to her body’s signal.

Thomas and Holden place their cocks in her hands and she wraps her fingers around each, squeezing and sliding up the shafts to their knots as each kneels beside her on the bed, cocooning her in a den of our four bodies. I catch her gaze.

“This okay?”

She nods, a needy, anticipatory moan whispering out. “Yes. Yes, this is good. This is so fucking good,” she murmurs as I circle her clit with the engorged head of my cock. My Alpha wants to just dive straight in but I try to hold back enough so that everyone’s on the same page. As I press against her sensitive skin with the tip, combining her slick and my pre-cum into a mixture of our scents and pheromones and what smells like proof that we are meant to be here, together, supporting this Omega and being on the receiving end of her trust.

A greater gift I cannot imagine.

“Jez, you sure?” asks Holden between gasps as her fingers roll up and down on his shaft, while Nico sits behind as a support more than anything, stroking her hair gently out of her face and whispering soft encouragement in her ear. Jez nods, eyes fluttered shut, smile on her face.

As much as it’s our Alphas’ calling to be with this Omega, this beautiful woman and soul before us, the Alpha in me—and I’m sure in my pack mates—has one even higher priority, and that is her safety. So while I think we’d all like to knot her this second, I can tell Nico is perfectly comfortable, and intensely pleased, to stay out of the way for the moment in case she needs a breather. We can pick up her scent like it’s the oxygen we need, but we can also sense other things going on with her—including any traces of oncoming panic.

I know this now, although I couldn’t have put a word to it before.

She continues to be stroked on all sides as she continues working on the cocks in her hands.

Finally, I plunge inside a little at a time, my hands gently cupping her breasts. I could go absolutely wild and reckless with this woman—in another situation, on another day, when we’re all rested and in a properly-sized space with windows. Open to the sea, or a mountain view. But right here, right now, I will serve my Omega exactly as she needs and wants, and I will go slowly.

If it kills me.

But she raises up from the mattress, her hands reluctantly releasing Thomas and Holden, and reaching out for me.

“Hartley, don’t you dare baby me. I told you I’d say stop if I needed it. Get that beautiful cock inside me. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I spit out, shocked and laughing inside.

Without further ado, I crash my lips into hers, pressing her down into the bed, one hand reaching up to her breast, pinching and exploring the nipple with my fingers as I slide inside her folds, in and out, deeper, deeper each time until she shifts. She raises her torso up against me until my knees are screaming into the floor and my heart is about to burst with pleasure.

“You ready for it?” I say. She’s smiling so wide, those ruby-red lips and blue bedroom eyes gazing into mine. That’s when she turns her head slightly.

“Nico, what about you?” she purrs. She leans forward into me, still looking over her shoulder in invitation. Without hesitation, Nico shimmies out of his trousers faster than I’ve ever seen a man get undressed, then scoots right up to her ass. Tentatively, he leans in and feels around before slowly sliding his fingers in and out.

Jez turns back to me but with eyes closed, rocking up and down on my cock, slower at first again then ramping up momentum. Each bounce on my dick brings my knot right up to her feverish seam but despite her admonishment, I’m taking this easier than I’d like to. Thomas and Holden are holding their cocks out, keeping them slick with pre-cum and ready for their roles but not pushing anything with her, every step of the way as cautious as we can be.

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