Page 46 of Believe it or Knot

Sorrel’s eyes narrow, and her jaw moves slightly.

“Keep doing that, biscuit,” Gage says, inching closer to her, voice all growly and heavy with need, wood smoke and vanilla whiskey flooding the air. “See what it gets you.” I’m pretty sure he means his cock. It seems to dawn on Sorrel too, because her cheeks flush a bright red and her thighs rub together as she lets out a soft little moan that has all of us pressing closer to her.

“Next,” the guy manning the ride calls, drawing our attention.

Oh, thank fuck. I need some alone time with my girl.

Faster than anyone can react, I link my fingers with Sorrel’s and drag her up the stairs.

“Sorrel and I will take this one,” I say, tugging her past the attendant before any of the alphas argue or step in. I suspect that if they said anything, it wouldn’t be because they want to ride with me, but because they want to ride with her.

Our girl giggles as I drag her to the seat and push her into it, settling next to her with my entire side pressed against hers. She’s so soft and sweet, and her lavender scent makes my mouth water.

Another laugh bubbles out of her as she looks to the alpha’s still standing line. “Stop scowling or your face will get stuck like that!” she calls and I follow her line of sight to find Gage very much flaying me alive with his eyes.

I can’t really blame him, seeing as he just had our girl’s tongue on his skin. It is a shock, honestly. I’ve never had someone look at me like that. I’m an omega. It’s natural for people to want to take care of me, coddle me. That an alpha is looking at me like he wants to kill me should worry me. It doesn’t.

Gage won’t do anything to hurt me because of Sorrel. So I toss him a smirk as I drape an arm over our girl’s shoulder, pulling her into my side. She nuzzles into me, making my cock twitch and dribble. Gage strangles Clarence like he’s imagining it’s my neck his fingers are wrapped around. I honestly wouldn’t have a problem with that, so long as he’s not actually trying to kill me.

The ride moves and we glide backwards and up just slightly, watching as Gray and Rafe take the next cart, leaving Gage to ride with Clarence. Sorrel laughs harder when she sees that. “Oh, he’s going to be so grumpy.” Her shoulder nudges into my ribs. “You’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

I snuggle her closer, despite the sun beating down on us. “Totally worth it.”

This close I can smell her arousal, not as strong as she can smell mine, I’m sure, but it’s there, floral and sweet and I can’t resist running my fingers up the inside of her thigh. Her legs tighten up a little and then relax, spreading just slightly, giving me access.

I take it, because who the fuck wouldn’t?

My thumb presses along the seam of her shorts, scrapes over where I imagine her clit would be. She gasps, then moans, hips rolling into my hand the slightest bit. I can’t help the low dirty chuckle that rumbles from my chest. “Gage got you all worked up, didn’t he, lovely?”

Her cheeks flush even deeper, but she nods. “It’s never… he’s never done that before.”

I hum and adjust my hand, working my way under the hem of her shorts—Gage was right, they are incredibly short—brushing against the soaked lace of her panties. “Would it help you to know just watching the two of you together got me hard?”

Her eyes widen adorably in surprise. “Really?” She sound breathless and turned on, her hips gently rocking into my touch, even more.

Wordlessly, I reach over with my free hand and pick up hers, placing her palm right over the hard ridge of my cock. Fuck, this is such a bad idea. We’re very much in public, very much out in the open, though the cart we’re in has fairly tall sides, even at the front and the back.

But now that Sorrel’s hand is actually on my dick, I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to leave this ride without coming.

And making her come too.

Fuck, I want that so badly.

She must be thinking along the same lines. “Is it true that omega cum tastes like the omega smells?” She asks, cheeks bright red even as she doesn’t stop gently caressing my hard, dripping cock through my shorts. There’s a wet spot forming along the zipper and there isn’t a chance in hell that everyone isn’t going to know that my beta made me horny as fuck on this Ferris wheel ride.

“Why don’t you give me a lick and find out?” Holy shit, my voice is raspy, thick with lust. With need. I need Sorrel to actually touch me. Skin on skin. I need her mouth on my cock and I need to cum down her pretty throat and all over her face. I need to mark her as mine so every asshole I’ve seen eye up her thick thighs and plump ass knows she’s taken, claimed.

Fuck. Yes. I need to claim my pretty beta.

My teeth ache at the thought and I have to pull my thoughts away from the overwhelming urge to bite her neck and bond her. It likely wouldn’t last, anyway. An omega like me can’t create a lasting mate bond. We’d need one of my alphas to link us together. And then if I bit Sorrel, that might strengthen our own bond.

But still, a pretty bite mark on her neck would get the point across to everyone else. A necklace of them would be even better. Four mating bites all in a row. Mmm. Fuck yes.

All thought flees as Sorrel bends her head and licks my cock, moaning in pleasure at the taste. Holy shit, while I’d been lost in the fantasy of sinking my teeth into her flesh, she was busy undoing my fly and pulling my erection out through the open, red and ready and dripping like a fountain.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as she licks me again, lapping up the pre-cum that’s flowing from me unchecked.

“You taste so good,” she murmurs before sinking her mouth over me, taking me deep. My hand fists in her hair and I only just barely keep from ruining her braid.

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