Page 71 of The Knotty Omega

I snort. “That’s true.” Then I turn around and see Mattie’s still throbbing erection. “Mattie, why didn’t you take care of that?”

“It did not feel right to touch myself to such an intimate moment between the two of you,” he says sheepishly. “I can go into the shower and take care of it now.”

“You will do no such thing!” I say at the same time Archie says, “Absolutely not!” and we share a grin of understanding before I turn back to Mattie and take his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

“Take care of our alpha, blossom,” Archie says, suddenly sleepily as he lays on his stomach, still stark naked.

After I’ve turned on the shower, made sure it’s the right temperature, and stepped in, I hold out my hand for Mattie to join me.

“Thank you,” I tell him, grabbing some body wash and spreading it all over his chest.

“What ever for,amore mio?” He looks at me quizzically, like he can’t imagine what I would be grateful for.

I keep washing his chest, my eyes following the ridges of muscle. “For letting me have that moment with Archie. For not getting weird or jealous when I told him that I love him. For sharing him with me. You’re a good alpha, Mattie.”

His chest rumbles with a purr, and a finger tilts my chin up making my eyes meet his deep, forest green ones. He looks beautiful, with his brown hair plastered to his face and the water running down his body in rivulets as he takes the bottle of body wash and squirts some in his own hand.

“It is I then, who should be thanking you.” His hands roam my body, soaping my arms, chest, and stomach. The motion seems oddly intimate, nevermind the fact I was riding his cock ten minutes ago. “For being who you are. For not demanding I cease my relationship with him. For accepting all of us, as we are, and being the pillar that holds our pack up.”

“That’s a lot of pressure,” I murmur, my eyes darting down to his lips as his thumbs brush over the tops of my breasts in a tantalizing touch.

“You don’t even need to try,” Mattie says quietly, his gaze searching my face. His words remind me of the ones that Archie spoke to me on our first time driving to work together. “You achieve it just by being your magnificent self.”

“Mattie?”

“Yes?”

“I may have told Archie I love him, but that doesn’t mean I’m not falling in love with you too.”

“And I you,cuore mio.”

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I wake up to sunlight coming through the curtains of the nest, stretching my arms above my head. Mattie and I had finished our shower last night when he washed my hair and made love to me against the shower wall. We hadn’t thought through the whole knotting thing, so he ended up carrying me, soaking wet, with my legs wrapped around his waist, out of the shower and we sat and talked on the seat of the toilet until his knot went down.

I’m flat on my back with Archie on my left and Mattie on my right, but a weight on my stomach has me looking down. “Good morning, Tink.” Ollie murmurs sleepily, using my stomach as a pillow as he lays between my legs, apparently having snuck in at some point last night.

“Hi sunshine,” I smile, running my fingers through his hair. “You had a long day yesterday.”

“Mmm. I moved all my clients up so I can take time off for your heat.”

“I think it will be here soon, if the two heat spikes yesterday were any indication,” Simon’s voice sounds from the doorway.

“You’re home.” I smile at him. “What time is it? I thought you had a twelve hour shift.”

“It’s ten,” he grins back, “I was beginning to think you guys were going to sleep all day.”

“Just because you can be chipper after staying up all night working does mean the rest of us can be nice without sleep!” Archie grumbles, nuzzling his face into my neck.

“It was a slow night. I got some rest in the on-call room.” Simon shrugs. “I think Titus is making breakfast if you guys want to get up.”

“If McDonalds is still serving breakfast, it’s too early to wake up on a Saturday,” Archie mutters, and I giggle.

“Not a morning person?”

“Not aSaturdaymorning person.”

“I’m surprised Matteo is still sleeping,” Simon muses, coming and sitting at the edge of the nest. “You must have really worn him out, sweetheart.”

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