Page 90 of Knot Our Reality

I’m moving before I give it any thought, pulling her into my arms. “Fuck, Emilia. I don’t know how you dealt with it. I’m so fucking sorry. You don’t have to deal with that ever again.”

“You can’t promise that, Camden. I know you’d like to make that promise, but life happens and people die. We’ll all die, eventually.” She shakes her head, her eyes finding Wilder’s. “I’m just not ready—not yet. But I will be, and yours will be the first alpha bite I wear.”

Wilder comes over to join us, cupping both of our cheeks. “That’s an honor I will gladly accept when you’re ready. Would you like me to leave the two of you?”

“Absolutely not.” Emilia shakes her head. “As long as you promise not to bite me, I want you here. I want you to watch me and Camden bond. You should be here for that…”

Her perfume hits my nose, and I groan. I want to bury my teeth in her neck right now.

Wilder chuckles. “There’s something you want, isn’t there, omega?”

“Maybe.” She glances between the two of us, biting her lip. “I’m just not sure it’s appropriate.”

“You won’t know until you tell us,” he encourages her. “Tell us what you want.”

She clears her throat, a flush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks, but she keeps her head held high. “I’d like you to touch me, Wilder. I want you to be a part of this with us, even if we’re not bonding. But most of all, I want to see you touch Camden.”

“Oh, my naughty little omega.” I nuzzle her nose with mine. “Do you want me to be the filling in the sandwich, because I promise, I’m so down for that.”

“Filling in the sandwich?” She wrinkles her nose. “No, I don’t like that. Never say that again.”

Wilder chuckles, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. “Whatever you want, Emilia. I’d also like to touch you, but maybe I can fuck Camden while he fucks you?”

Now both of our perfumes hit the air, and I love the way they mix.

“Yes, please.” Emilia’s eyes are wide as she nods, and I can’t wait anymore.

I pull her in for a kiss, tugging at the straps of her dress and trying to tear it off her, but when it doesn’t work, I can’t stop the whine that spills from my lips.

“Patience, omega. Patience.” Wilder kisses my temple before stepping away. “Let me help you, okay?”

“Yes. Help. We need to be naked,” I murmur against Emilia’s mouth.

The sound of a zipper being lowered has me pulling back. Wilder slowly lifts the material up her body, revealing a little more skin with each movement until he tosses it to the side.

I take a moment to stare at the picture she makes with the deep ruby lacy bra and panty set she wears. I love the way the color sits against her skin, almost making her glow.

“Are you just going to stand there?” she demands, and I smirk.

“No, but I’m planning to have myself a good look before unwrapping my present the rest of the way.”

Wilder presses against her back, his hands running along her sides and belly. I take a moment to appreciate the stark contrast in their skin tones. His dark, hers light. They’re perfect.

He pushes the bra up and over her luscious tits, not bothering to undo it first.

“Fuck,” he curses into her neck as he massages them in his big hands. I like how they’re too big for him to hold.

My mate has an amazing rack when she’s pregnant. I can’t wait to see what it looks like when she’s not.

Hell, I just want to see her naked all the time. I’d be totally down to keep her pregnant year after year. But something tells me she won’t go for that plan.

A needy whine falls from Emilia, drawing my attention back to where Wilder is plucking at her nipples before massaging the breast tissue around it. She rubs her legs together, trying to get friction where she needs it.

I’m pretty sure I rip something while I’m pulling my clothes off and tossing them to the side, but I don’t give a fuck. All I can think about is making Emilia feel good.

Moving toward them, I press myself against Emilia’s front, but make sure to keep my torso pulled back so I can watch Wilder work over her nipples. I grind against her lace-covered pussy, smiling when I realize just how much slick she’s leaking.

“Oh, she’s liking this a lot, alpha,” I murmur. “I wonder if we can make her come just from playing with her tits.”

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