Page 105 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

“Jesus, Jude,” Tic groans.

“But obviously, that’s not happening.”

“You fucked her before you got up,” Hale growls. That’s right, I did. While the rest of these yahoos got up and startedbreakfast, I stayed in bed and licked our little omega awake and then knotted her.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t want more,” I shrug. It’s a problem honestly, how obsessed I am. How I never want to stop touching her, being with her. It makes days like today, where all four of us have to leave her, especially hard.

Hale grunts as his hips thrust up and Haven moans. Fuck, it’s so sexy, but I’m still feeling the burn of embarrassment for not realizing what was happening all through breakfast, so I hook a thumb over my shoulder. “Gonna go get ready.”

What I’m actually gonna do is pull up one of my videos of me fucking Haven and then fuck my hand in the same rhythm. Maybe the one from this morning, since it’s still fresh in my mind..

“Jude,” Haven protests. But I’m already heading out of the room.

“Enjoy yourself, button,” I call as I hit the stairs. “I’ll fuck you later.”

She moans and I like to think it’s a combination of my promise and whatever Hale’s doing to her.

I have the video pulled up and my cock in my hand, bent over the bed with my eyes focused on the screen. “Oh, yeah, baby, look at you taking my cock so fucking good,” I moan to the Haven on the screen.

There’s a tingling at the back of my head and the sound of the door pushing open. Her scent hits me, pineapple and chili and I lunge for the phone just as the Haven on the screen moans, loudly. My finger jabs at the stop button, shutting off the sound, as I look over my shoulder to find my omega standing there with a cat that caught the canary smile on her lips.

She looks well and truly fucked.

I tuck my cock back in my basketball shorts, still tapping at the screen to get out of the video viewing app, but I’m not payingattention to what I’m doing. How can I when she’s here in the room smelling and looking like a wet dream?

“Were you watching porn?” she asks, sounding positively delighted. Her eyes flick to the phone and she frowns, asking another question before I even have a chance to process the first one. “Who’s that?”

I realize in my haste to shut down the video of Haven and I fucking, I pulled up a picture of me and another woman. I have my arms wrapped around her shoulders, our cheeks pressed together, our hair is nearly the same color, hers just a little lighter than mine. We’re both beaming at the camera, younger and so fucking happy. It makes my stomach twist, guilt surging. But weirdly, I’m not guilty for the reason I would have been a month ago. No, I feel guilty that this picture is still the background of my phone, that Haven is seeing it now. “Your sister?” She says hopefully, and I can taste her jealousy in her scent.

A slow smile curls over my lips. “Button, are you jealous of a picture?”

She huffs, folds her arms over her chest. “No, of course not. Especially since it’s clearly your sister.” I don’t correct her. Why would I when the truth would only hurt her feelings? When I say nothing, her eyes narrow. “Never mind about that, anyway. Were you watching porn?”

All the blood drains from my face, and she laughs delightedly. “Oh my god, you were! You were watching porn. What is it?” She makes a swipe for my phone, but it’s easy enough to keep it out of her reach, holding it above her head. “Come on, Jude, I’m not gonna judge you! I swear. I just want to see!”

I laugh as she jumps, pressing every inch of her lush body against mine. “I wasn’t watching porn, bellybutton.”

She wraps both hands around my arm and jumps again like that’s going to give her leverage to reach the device. “You so clearly were! I heard a moan.”

I hum and wrap an arm around her waist, stalling out her movements with her tight against my chest, feet dangling over the floor. She makes a surprised squeak and releases my arm to grab onto my shoulders instead. “You heard a moan, hmm?” I ask, trailing my nose over her cheek. “Did hearing it make you wet?” My omega whimpers her affirmation, little fingers digging into my muscles. “Were you hoping to walk in on me touching myself, stroking my cock while I watched other people fuck?”

Her shuddering breath is all the answer I need. My lips press into her neck, my teeth scrape over her pulse point. “I wasn’t watching porn, pretty girl. I don’t need to do that when my ultimate fantasy is right here. My omega in my fucking arms, wet and willing and eager. You are eager, aren’t you? Eager to be my good little whore, take my cock and my knot so deep?”

“Yes.” A flood of pineapple and chili hits the air, so fucking sweet it makes my teeth ache with the need to bite her.

I nip at the corner of her jaw. “Say it, button.”

Haven pants. Her legs lift and wrap around my hips. My phone presses into her ass as I move to help her, to hold her weight. She turns her head and captures my mouth in a hungry kiss, moaning and grinding on the hard ridge of my cock. It would take so little for me to be inside her. She’s only wearing Creed’s t-shirt, no panties, her bare cunt weeping into the zipper of my pants.

I pull my mouth from hers but stay close. “Say it, baby, and I’ll give you what you need.”

Haven’s fingers slide into my hair, gripping tight as she whispers against my lips. “I want to be your good little whore, Jude. I want to take your cock and your knot so fucking deep. Please. Let me.”

A press a soft kiss to her open mouth, so at odds with the need raging inside me. “Good girl. Take out my cock.” Haven’s hands move quickly, sliding down my chest between us. I groan at the brush of her fingers over me, the release of the zipper feeling like a fucking miracle.

“No knot,” I murmur against her mouth as her small hand curls around my cock, stroking once, twice.

“Why no knot?” She pouts and I nip at her bottom lip.

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