“Coco…” I kiss her and she kisses me back with a soft moan, her hands sliding around my neck.
“Yes…”
God, her taste. Her curves pressing into my chest. I break the kiss as it starts to deepen, my cock jerking.
“You know when you kiss someone and your heart skips a beat or two?” I whisper, smiling down at her.
“That’s called arrhythmia and it’s a sign of a heart issue,” she intones.
“I’m serious, girl.”
“So am I.”
I’m chuckling, but then she drops her hands to my cock and I hiss. “Careful there.”
“It might... detonate?”
“Accurate description,” I agree.
Atticus is laughing, a low, rambling laugh, like a volcano about to erupt. “The pup is about to go off. Take cover.”
“To be fair,” Ryder says, “he’s had that knot for ages.”
“Just for her,” I whisper and her eyes flick up. “Told you. My body has known you’re the one for me before my stupid brain had processed it.”
“I want your knot,” she whispers back and I shiver. “Give it to me, Zach.”
“Says the girl who is still fully dressed.” I drop my hand to her shoulder and tug on the strap of her cute pink dress.
“Not for long,” she counters and winks, shrugging the other strap off. “Help me?”
“Hey, this is our job.” Ryder scoots behind her to unzip her dress and Atticus takes her hand and kisses it.
“My queen,” he murmurs.
“Hands off.” I scowl. “I called dibs. Like you said, this pup is about to go off.”
Ryder laughs. “That’s fair, right, Ace?”
“Goddamn kid,” he growls. “Fine, go ahead and knot our omega first. I suppose I’ll be last in line, due to my age?”
“Don’t be a grump, old man.” Ryder elbows him. “You can go second, if that makes you happy.”
“You don’t mind?”
“I’ll cherish the pain in my balls until it’s my turn, and then I’ll show her what she’s been missing with you two.”
Coco snickers. “The only one I haven’t been with yet is Zach.”
“You also have never been knotted, so we can safely say you haven’t been that way with any of us.”
“True...”
Ryder and Atticus pull her dress down, revealing her delicious tits, straining inside her cute red bra, a felt heart crushed between the round mounds.
Damn. I’m growling deep in my throat, I realize, and I can’t stop. This desire is deep like an ocean and it’s out of my control. All I can do is hold on until she’s ready and gives the okay, until I’m sure I won’t be hurting her but giving her pleasure.
It’s tough, wrestling control back from my body, but I can do it. Never listen to any man who says they can’t. That’s not a real man but a monster.
