Page 35 of Knot Our Mistake


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A low growl left James as he stalked forward, his eyes unable to turn away from the sight in front of us. We followed, inhaling as deep as we could, taking our omega into our lungs and letting the bliss dance through our every nerve.

She was in a pile of blankets, mixed with our clothing that I'd never once realized was missing. The pleasure of her mixing her scent with ours shot through me, ownership pounding through my veins.

Mine.

Ours, I agreed.

James fell to his knees in front of the omega, brushing some hair off her, before he whispered, "Omega, wake up."

When she didn't wake, he put force behind his demand, "Omega, wake."

Her eyes popped open, and she startled at his nearness, but he shushed her, brushing her hair back. "Omega, I fear your heat is near."

As if on cue, a slight groan left her as she moved her palm. Her eyes went wide, realizing what she was doing, and pulled back, shame filling her eyes. "Don't be ashamed, omega; we've all done it."

I don't think my reassurance helped, because she pulled at the blanket, trying to bring it above her head, but James stopped her. "Let us help you, omega."

He didn't give her time to react more; instead, his palm landed on her abdomen and slowly skated upward, touching her breasts as a hiss left her and her back arched. He pulled up her shirt, exposing the fact that she was completely naked underneath. Without being asked, Bran and I stepped forward, each of us taking a breast in our palms as the alpha leaned up to place a gentle kiss on the omega's lips before pulling back.

"Omega, did the other unit touch you at all?"

Her head thrashed from side to side. Just us touching her breast was threatening to throw her over the edge. "No. They didn't find me worthy."

James growled. "Oh, our sweet omega. You are worthy."

He kissed a trail down her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach. "Omega, can I touch you?"

A whimper left her as my mouth pulled one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. "I've never..."

"I know," James's voice was hoarse. "Let me make you feel good, omega."

"Yes," she cried out as Bran's lips joined mine in assaulting her.

"My sweet, sweet omega," James cooed as he kissed each hip and her pelvic bone before moving lower. His fingers gripped her thighs before he spread her wide, putting her glisteningpussy on display. "I've thought about this since the moment I first saw you, omega. Thought about how fucking good you'd taste. How much I wanted you. I didn't want to admit it. But I'm a fucking fool for thinking I could resist."

She whimpered again as he blew air against her exposed pussy. "I want this, every night for the rest of my life. Can I have it, omega?"

"Yes," she cried out right as his mouth touched her core. "Please, yes."

I watched in utter fascination as our alpha's tongue licked her from center to clit, each stroke tearing sounds of pleasure from our omega that I wanted to memorize and replay for the rest of my life. The sight of them together, her writhing, him with his tongue glistening with her arousal, was so perfect, I wished I could take a picture.

When he added a finger into her center, her hips jerked up, a scream leaving her as her chest began to heave, panting with her need for release. My chest rumbled as I spoke against her skin, unable to hold back my thoughts. "So fucking beautiful when you writhe below us."

"So fucking ours," Bran added.

"So fucking good," James groaned as he picked up the pace, working his lips against her and his hands, until she was nothing but a needy mess, shattering with a scream of euphoria as her release slammed into her, making her buck and squirm against us.

When she came down from her high, her chest still rising and falling fast, James licked his lips as he leaned in for a kiss. Then, he pulled down her shirt, patting it into place as he said, "Come now, omega." He smirked at his wording. "We've got work to do, and you can't stay in bed all day."

Then he strolled out of the room, shoulders back, head held high, looking like a god. A god who I'd do anything to please.

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