Page 21 of Knot Alone

I squeeze the slight bulge at the base, his knot ready and willing to come and play. Linus moans and jerks his hips in my grip, trying to stay still.

It’s so easy to kneel and suckle at the damp, red tip of his cock, slip-sliding my hand from his half-formed knot up to my lips where I’m slowly working my way down. Linus moans my name and his hand drops lightly to my head, mirroring the tension in his thighs like he’s desperately trying not to buck into my mouth. But I want him to. I want to make him come just like he made me.

I hollow my cheeks to suck and Linus groans like he’s been gut punched. But before he can start thrusting properly, one of Graham’s hands wraps around my throat and gently tugs me back and off Linus’ cock. Linus twitches to follow, but Graham’s other hand is bruisingly tight on Linus’ hip, holding him still.

“You can suck Linus and get fucked by me, or you can suck me and get fucked by Linus.” Graham offers. “Or something else entirely, if you’d rather. But Linus is about two good sucks away from coming. If you want him to have you first, you’re going to need to keep those pretty lips off his cock.”

I moan at the thought and fall back against Graham’s chest, arching up for an awkward reverse kiss. Graham lets me have it for a moment, then straightens up and out of range. “That’s not an answer, Maggie.”

“I want him to fuck me.” I blurt out. Graham smiles.

“Would you like him now?” Without warning, Graham slips two fingers between my spread knees and into my waiting cunt. I almost come right there, kneeling in the middle of their bedroom. I spasm around his fingers, clenching so tight my cunt hurts. Graham’s fingers are so thick and I’ve been waiting for so long. “That’s what I thought.” Graham grins. “Come on. Bed.”

Graham urges me off my knees, letting me slide up the length of Linus’ body and into a kiss. Linus is midway between Graham and me in height, just tall enough that he needs to lean down to drink me in. Before we sink into it, Graham flicks Linus on the ear. “Bed, you two. Freestanding sex will require more prep than we’ve done.”

My mind blanks a little.

Freestand… that can’t mean what it sounds like.

Graham gives me a dirty smirk. “Linus and I can do wall sex, but he’s too big for freestanding. You’re perfect for it, though.”

“What—” Graham puts his hands on my hips and hoists me right off the ground. I instinctually wrap my legs around his waist and I understand. Graham could… he could just stand here lowering me up and down on his cock and there wouldn’t be a damn thing I could do but take it.

I whimper.

Graham soothes me with a soft kiss, totally at odds with the depravity playing in my head. “Like I said: more prep. And right now—” Graham twists and drops me to the mattress.

Linus seizes the moment and crawls up from the base of the bed. It never sounds sexy when people do it in romance novels, but there’s something devastating about Linus’ intensity. Linus wants me.

Linus lays his body over mine and burrows into my neck, taking great sucking breaths, like sharing a bed is too much.

“Linus?” I ask, scrambling out a hand for Graham. He takes my hand as he slips between me and the pillows at the head of the bed, sandwiching me between their bodies.

“It’s okay, husband. Take a breath.” Graham says as Linus rumbles against my throat, deep and low, pure Alpha on the edge. “Or don’t, that’s okay too.”

Linus drapes over me like a blanket, a comforting weight. Graham strokes a firm hand up and down Linus’ back, pulling him away from the edge.

I don’t know what to do here, so I run my fingers through Linus’ blond hair, which has come free from whatever product held it in perfect place all day. Linus stays with his face half-pressed to my throat, and half-pressed to Graham’s chest, rumbling against us both.

After a long minute, my body untangles and I wonder if perhaps I shouldn’t be here. But whatever Linus can scent about my feelings when he’s tucked up against my mating gland turns his rumble into a whine. Graham takes one hand off Linus to wrap around me in a parody of a hug because his hand lands on my breast with a squeeze. “He’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“He doesn’t like people.”

“Then I—”

“You’re not people,” Linus grumbles. Graham tugs on Linus’ hair. He moans against my skin. Graham gives my nipple a flick. The moan and flick are two things I didn’t know could go perfectly together.

“What he means is that he wants you and he’s a little overwhelmed because I’m the only person he’s ever wanted before.”

“That.” Linus mouths against my gland.

“Really?” I’ve never wanted many people myself, but the thought of being the second person Linus has wanted ever seems too good to be true.

“Really. He was 19 when we met. He dragged me into the men’s room and tried to rub off against me right there.” Linus’ rumble takes on a decidedly embarrassed tone. “I calmed him down enough to get him back to a dorm room where I could suck him off.” Linus’ ear is now red, and I love the mental image of the two of them, skinny and unsure, but too desperate for one another to wait.

“We can take a break?” I offer. Linus squeezes me so tight I squeak.

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