Gunner took one sniff, wrinkled his nose like a grumpy old cat, and got as far away from the stairs as he could before going right back to sleep. But the rest of us? We moved toward it like the tide follows the moon. Drawn up the stairs by instinct, by want, by her. By them.
I’m so turned on I don’t even flinch when Ava pulls Knox into the tangle of limbs and his hip brushes mine. I stay exactly where I am. I won’t do anything to risk upsetting her—my omega.‘Our omega,’Knox’s voice corrects from the back of my mind, and I’m too high off the smell of our girl in heat to squash the thought.
Emily’s kiss shifts, tongue sliding into my mouth, deepening with hunger. Our omega lets out a soft, breathy whimper that punches through my spine like a lightning strike. I jerk back, eyes on her face, ready to stop, to soothe, but she’s fine. More than fine.
She’s blissed out.
Because Knox has his mouth on her, kissing her like he owns her.
A low growl rattles my chest. I don’t try to stop it. “Did I tell you to kiss her?” I snap, voice sharp.
Ava shudders, hips twitching. The scent of fresh slick fills the air like gasoline on an open flame.
Knox smirks. “Give me your command, Officer. Should I stop? Or should I keep making her moan?” His eyes flash with wicked mischief. “Or maybe you want me to do something much, much naughtier?”
“Naughtier. Always naughtier,” Lucas says. His sculpted ass looks heavenly as he kicks off his sleep shorts and boxers and heads to the bathroom. He returns a moment later with arms full of party favors: towels, a bottle of lube, massage oil, and a long, sleek black cylinder that hums with promise.
Knox reaches for the massager, brow lifted. I raise mine right back.
“For my muscles,” Lucas offers innocently, but he’s already grinning like the devil. Knox turns the massager on with a soft buzz. “But I think it will work for our ladies just fine.”
We don’t deserve Lucas.Idon’t deserve him.
I pull him in for a hungry kiss anyway, rough with gratitude and want. His mouth opens for me immediately, and his teeth catch on my lower lip in a flash of playfulness.
“I did write the handbook,” he murmurs. “We are at your mercy, alpha.”
I tug off my shirt and slide down my boxers as Knox does the same. Emily pleasures Ava with soft touches and cooing praise, giving us a chance to strip down.
I can’t help admiring what Knox is packing. He’s thick. Though not as thick as me, I note with a grin.
“Scoot up the bed,” I command. Though there’s no bark in it, he surprises me by obeying. “Now,stay.”
My mind races with possibilities. So many ways I could take them, tease them, make them scream. I want to knot Ava until she can’t think, fuck Emily until she begs, drag sounds from Lucas’s throat no one else gets to hear. I’m almost glad for the extra knot Knox offers. Almost.
I press one last kiss to Emily’s lips. A quick one, because if I linger, I won’t be able to stop. My cock is rock hard, trapped against Ava’s slick belly. My balls are already drawing up tight. Every part of me aches, craves, demands. But I meant what I said to Emily.
I told her she mattered.
To me. To us.
And right now, before our omega fully loses herself to instinct, I have the chance to show Emily what that means. That she’s not second. Not an afterthought. This bond we’re building between us starts with her trusting me.
So I turn to her first. “What do you want, baby?” My voice is steady, even though I’m trembling inside.
“Knot. Knot. Knot,” Ava chants from between us, her voice a breathless plea.
Lucas chuckles, and I can’t help the soft laugh that escapes me, too. I kiss Ava’s forehead. “I already know what you want, omega.” Sliding my hand between her thighs, I cup her pussy. Fuck. She’s drenched, slick covering her cheeks and thighs. So ready. So beautiful. “You need a big, fat alpha knot, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she groans, rubbing herself against my palm. She’s gorgeous like this, so vulnerable, so open. All need and surrender. No walls. No fight. It’s like I’m seeing an entirely different person from the hard woman I’ve watched over the past few days.
My heart twists, and I kiss her forehead again, gentle. “Don’t worry. You’ll get my knot,” I murmur. My lips brush her cheek. “I’ll take such good care of you, omega. You’ll get everything you want and nothing you don’t.”
She lets out a small sound, barely a whimper, but her body softens, like she heard me somewhere deep in that overwhelmed mind.
With the heel of my hand still rolling slow, steady pressure over Ava’s clit, I turn my gaze back to Emily. “Well, baby? What doyouwant?”
“Me?” She looks wrecked already—kiss-drunk and panting—but her wide-eyed sweetness is still there, blooming through the lusty haze, lit up with eager curiosity that makes me want to give her every experience she’s never had. She bites her lip, gaze flicking from me to Lucas before responding. “Um, I just want to take care of Ava.”
