Page 58 of Knot Their Girl
The scent of another alpha fills the air, though Raeka’s scent is still overpowering. Even if he wasn’t the only other alpha in the house, I wouldn’t need to look to know who it is. Gideon has a certain refined scent that my nose picks up on instantly.
I don’t know what makes me say it, but I don’t remove myself from my position atop Raeka, with my nose buried in her neck, when I tell him, “Don’t just stand there, Gideon. Our omega is surprisingly compliant right now. I know you want a taste of her just as badly as me.”
Finally, I manage to lift my nose off that delicious scent gland and glance at the alpha standing halfway in the room. His left half is poised to race toward us on the bed, but his right half,the half still in the hall, looks as though it’s trying to pull him away. Behind his glasses, his dark blue eyes burn with a fire not normally there, a fire I remember seeing the night he nearly chased after her.
The man has put the needs of others before himself for too long now. Still, he tries to be who he thinks the world wants him to be, who his nephew needs him to be. I have not spent much time with Colter, but I don’t think the beta would object to Gideon having a taste of Raeka.
And right now, I don’t think Raeka would object, either.
It doesn’t make sense. If she’s mine, I shouldn’t want to share. We aren’t a pack. And yet, somehow, here I am, resting above the omega I called ours, telling Gideon to come join us.
The alpha can surely smell her; she’s potent now, and because of that he’s sporting an erection against his dress slacks. His hands are fists at his sides, and it’s as if he’s trying to snap himself out of whatever spell she has on him.
“No, I—” Gideon swallows hard. “I was just…” He abruptly halts, as if the words were pulled right out of his mouth before he had the chance to say them.
I look down at Raeka, who still lays beneath me, naked, still struggling to get her breathing under control. “Maybe he wants to hear it from you,” I say. “If you want Gideon to come over here, why don’t you tell him?”
Raeka turns her head, away from me. From her position, she probably can’t see much of him, but it must be enough, because she whispers, “Gideon.” Just his name. Just once. Even so, I can hear the yearning, the pent-up desire, and if I can hear it, certainly the other alpha can, too.
“Raeka,” he whispers her name back, though he remains rooted in place, half-in, half-out.
But then she lifts a hand toward him. She doesn’t say anything else—and she doesn’t have to. The moment her handextends toward Gideon, he breaks. She has that way about her, to make even the stoniest alpha crumble into nothing but dust. Being with her, I am more than content with being dust. She can remake me however she wants.
Gideon is no longer a statue. He’s by the bed in an instant, and the bed is big enough that I’m able to roll off Raeka to give him a better look at our utterly undone omega. I lay beside her, wondering if perhaps the other alpha would rather me not be here, but unless he voices his objections, I’ll stay right where I am—right where I can watch her as she unravels for him just as she did for me.
The other alpha crawls onto the bed, slow in positioning himself on top of her and holding himself up with his hands. He does not seem bothered by my nearness. Gideon has to keep his head tilted up a bit so his glasses don’t slip and fall off his face, but that doesn’t stop him from studying Raeka like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
And I suppose he hasn’t. Neither have I. She is uniquely stunning in a way no other omega could hope to be. My brothers thought they had the best omega, but they’re wrong. The best omega is right here, next to me.
But maybe that’s how every alpha feels about his omega.
They stare at each other for a while, and though I should feel like I’m intruding on an intimate moment, I don’t. I watch as something unspoken passes between them, and Gideon’s aloof facade totally dissolves, replaced by a yearning tenderness I’ve never seen on him before. Raeka lifts a hand and runs it along his clean-cut face, much as she did to me earlier, and I don’t feel an ounce of jealousy in my bones.
Maybe in the beginning there was, but not anymore.
Once she touches his face, it’s over. Gideon slips off his glasses and places them next to her pillow, on the other side as me, and then he lowers his nose to her neck and breathes her in.I can tell the exact moment his lips dance over her scent gland, because she shivers and moans slightly.
As he nuzzles into her, his hands roam over her body with a careful, cautious touch, as if he’s anxious about exploring new territory—or he’s worried she’ll change her mind and tell him to leave. He might not want to lose himself in her because he’s concerned about losing her. It’s a feeling I understand more than anyone else in the world, but at the same time, he’s the reason I came up here to talk to her to begin with.
And he was right. Someone had to give sooner or later, and it’s better for us all if it’s sooner. The same goes for them. You can only resist for so long before something cracks and gives way to the tsunami of hormones and carnal urges within.
His hands cup her tits, his thumbs running over her nipples, and she whines as she curls into him. I can’t help but murmur, “I think she wants you to go lower, alpha.” Gideon is hardly more than a stranger to me; I shouldn’t feel so comfortable talking to him like this, and yet it just feels right.
Gideon doesn’t snap at me. He simply follows my urging and lets his hands abandon her tits in favor of another area on that beautiful body of hers. He dips a hand between her legs, feeling her wetness for himself, and his body trembles in response, a sign he’s dying to bury his cock there instead of his hand.
“Taste her,” I egg him on. “She tastes like fucking sunshine.”
He is an obedient alpha as he sinks down her body, slow in lowering himself to get a better position between her spread legs. I know exactly the sight that greets him, and I can tell he likes what he sees, even if he can’t see it too well without his glasses. He sucks in a hard, ragged breath, and then, without further encouragement, he dives right in.
The moans that escape Raeka when Gideon eats her out are a symphony of bliss. She might’ve sounded the exact same when I was between her legs, but I was too focused on my mission thereto really pay attention to the slight differences in her breathy moans. Now, as I lay there beside them, watching it all unfold, I can take her in entirely.
Fuck, she’s so gorgeous. I can’t get enough of her. Watching her unravel for Gideon is hot as hell, and knowing I got her all worked up for him makes it even hotter. She squirms and moans, grinding her privates against his face, and Gideon is right at home where he is, having the feast of a lifetime.
Watching it all proves to be too difficult. My cock strains against my pants, and though I probably shouldn’t, I work on undoing my pants and pulling out my hard length. The tip is red and angry at being ignored for so long, and it already oozes a healthy amount of precum. I run my finger along the tip, catching that precum, and bring it to Raeka’s mouth. Though she’s damn near out of her mind with Gideon between her legs, she parts her lips and brings my finger into her mouth, licking the precum off with no guidance needed from me.
Just a bit. Just a small taste of my cum. It wouldn’t linger inside her; no one would be able to smell me at the dinner party from that.
“Good girl,” I praise her, and her body instantly responds by leaking more slick, which Gideon greedily laps up much as I did earlier. “You’re such a good omega for your alphas.”
