Page 56 of Knot for Sale

The irrational pang that had pierced me at the words ‘afterward we’ll walk away’evaporated in the face of the groggy female omega crawling toward me with an expression full of intent. My cock, which had already been getting a serious workout over the course of the past twelve hours, sprang once more to attention.

Curran huffed and rummaged in his pocket, handing me a clear plastic packet with a cheerful red condom rolled inside.“For when you need it. And keep your teeth away from her neck no matter how tempting it is.”

“‘Reclusive Billionaire Mates Supermodel in Unfortunate Heat Mishap’,” Onyx quipped. “I can see the headlines now.”

I glared at them, mostly to hide the fact that my cock was making a spirited attempt to drill through the fabric of my trousers in response to the mental image. Then all distractions fled as I found myself with a lapful of omega vixen. Just as she’d done when her first peak approached, she buried her nose against my neck and breathed in, her own sharp, fruity scent rising around her like a cloud.

My hand that wasn’t holding the condom packet came to rest on her slender hip without any conscious decision from me. Her body molded to mine perfectly, with none of the awkward dance of knees and elbows that I’d encountered during my rare, previous trysts.

The couch dipped as Elijah sat next to us, reaching out to brush Emma’s pale hair away from her temple. “You all right, dove? Feeling a bit better now?”

“Mmm,” Emma said, and bit down on the tendon running along the side of my throat.

My entire body jolted. I didn’t even have time to think how unfair it was that I was expected to keep my teeth away from her mating gland while she was allowed to dothis. A low growl rumbled up from my chest, and I tumbled her into the pile of pillows at my feet so I could start tearing at my own clothes, rationality fleeing despite the bloody dampeners.

She stared at me with wide, hungry gray eyes as I struggled free of my shirt, shoes, socks, trousers, and underwear. Then she was rolling over—knees wide, spine arched, upper body pressed to the floor.

Presenting.

I’d never seen it in real life, but it was a staple of alphomic porn for a reason. My mate’s bare pussy glistened in the light of the cabin, dripping and ready for me. And just like that, I was gone.

“Condom,” Curran reminded sharply. The hint of an alpha bark behind the word brought me back to myself long enough to fumble the packet out from among the seat cushions, tear it open, and roll it on.

Then I was sliding into the inviting space between Emma’s legs, lining up, and thrusting into her welcoming pussy from behind. She keened, the sound driving me to move, pounding into her as she slammed herself back onto my cock with each roll of my hips.

Behind me, I could make out Elijah’s breathing going ragged. His damask rose scent sharpened, growing sweeter and fuller.

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Onyx commented from across the room, sounding taken aback.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Curran muttered.

All I could concentrate on was the perfect clench of Emma’s body around mine, and the way her breathy cries rose higher and higher as her movements beneath me grew wild. In what seemed like no time at all, her body clenched hard around my cock. My balls drew up tight, my knot swelling as I emptied myself into her, the condom an unwanted barrier between us.

Panting, I collapsed over her lithe body, catching my weight on an arm and an elbow. Before I could accidentally squash her, I managed to roll us both onto our sides and wrap an arm around her, holding her close.

She was still mewling, her body restless against mine—each tiny movement sparking aftershocks from my dick and balls.

“Vibrators,” Curran said, his voice distant and unimportant. “She’s not done yet.”

Onyx approached a few moments later. “Hey, boss. Um, I just need to slide in here and—”

I snarled, unwilling to let another alpha near Emma while I was knotting her.

“Whoa,” Onyx said, backing off.

“Goddamn it, whelp,” Curran rumbled. “This is why I gave you the fuckin’ dampeners. Give it here, Onyx.”

I tensed, aware that in a fight of either wills or muscles against Curran, I’d probably come up short. Sudden fear of losing the omega I’d so recently gained clenched my muscles.

“I’ll do it,” Elijah said quietly.

I relaxed, my growl evening out to something softer.

It felt like a purr. Christ, I waspurring.

Emma relaxed as well, snuggling her back further into my chest.

“Hey, dove.” Elijah settled in front of her. “Need a little more so you can rest?”

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