Page 97 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

Hale trails kisses down her neck, and a wave of jealousy hits me hard. I’m not used to that, not used to begrudging anyone in my pack anything. But I want my mouth to be on Haven’s skin more than I want my next breath.

Unable to stop myself, I unwind one of her hands from Hale’s neck and lift her palm to my lips, trailing kisses over the soft skin, up each of her fingers, down to her pulse point, where I lick softly. She tastes like she smells, the faint pineapple and chili settling over my tongue.

I want to taste more of her, all the places where it’ll be strongest, most specifically right between her thighs, where I know without checking she’s dripping with slick. I can smell it. We all can.

“You have us,” Jude says, grinning at her, making his dimple pop. “Now, what are you going to do with us?”

Our girl arches her back, lifting her tits up on offer to Hale, who tongues one of her nipples through the fabric covering it. “I’m going to fuck you. Or you’re going to fuck me. One or the other.”

Jesus, my dick aches. I was hard before, but hearing her state that so plainly is enough to make my cock turn to fucking steel.

“Such dirty words from such a sweet mouth, baby girl,” Creed growls. “You know what that does to me.”

She blinks up at him innocently. The little minx. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Her perfume blooms in the air, stronger, sweeter. No more chemical tinge to it.

He chuckles low and dirty and takes her from Hale, wrapping her little body around his as he carries her to thecouch. There he tosses her down, and she bounces on the cushions once. Jude’s shirt climbs up her thighs, revealing the tiniest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. I’m not even sure they qualify as shorts. More like a few scraps of fabric.

All of us grown at the sight, at the small wet patch, the evidence of how wet she is, how turned on, for us.

Creed reaches behind his head and yanks his shirt off before his fingers go to the waistband of his sweats. “Gonna give you what you need, omega. Gonna fuck you so fucking good.”

His sweats drop as Haven reaches for him, eyes heavy lidded, but before he can move in her direction, Jude throws himself on top of her, already completely naked.

Haven and Creed blink at each other in surprise. Hale scrubs his hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jude, for his part, is entirely unaware, his face buried in our girl’s neck, fingers tangled in her hair. Haven gives Creed a sweet smile and wraps her arms around his shoulders, her kegs around his hips, arching up, grinding against his cock trapped between their bodies.

“Move, Jude,” Creed orders and my pack mate just shakes his head.

“Uh, uh.” His teeth nip over her throat, stretching out the neck of his shirt to move over her chest. “You and Hale have been inside our girl. You’ve already fucked her. It’s mine and Tic’s turn now.”

My brows jump, but I’m nodding right away. “Yep. Exactly that. You’ve had your turns with her. Now we get to make her come.”

Hale rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. “If you go first, you can’t knot her.”

Jude’s head shoots up as he glares at our prime. “Who says I can’t?”

Haven makes a frustrated sound. “Can someone please make me come?” She sounds like she’s pouting and a glance at her face shows exactly that. Her lower lip sticking out as she grinds shamelessly against Jude. “Too much talking, not enough fucking.”

I tsk and drop to my knees next to the couch. “Sorry, angel. We just have some kinks to work out with sharing.” I reach between them and pluck at Jude’s shirt. “Let’s get this off, shall we?”

She nods eagerly, and together we wiggle the fabric off her body. Not an easy feat, because Jude refuses to move. Staying snuggled against her. When she’s bare chested, he nuzzles against her neck, his lips pressed against her ear as he murmurs something to her I can’t make out.

A beautiful fucking smile blooms on her face and a giggle spills from her lips, those pretty gray eyes of hers twinkling in amusement. Jude grins down at her and kisses her mouth, hips rolling into hers as he devours her mouth.

Her scent blooms heavy in the air, the sweetness of the pineapple hanging heavy, syrupy and thick. It makes my mouth water with the need to get a taste. Jude pulls back, sitting on his heels and looking down at our girl.

We all do. She’s fucking perfect, all smooth satiny skin tinged pink with her arousal. She shifts, lifting her hips impatiently when we all just look at her.

“Seriously,” she growls. “I need someone to touch me. Please.”

Jude laughs and hooks his fingers in the waistband of those tiny shorts, pulling them over her hips and down her legs, revealing her pink, glistening pussy.

I groan, and Jude looks up at me with a little smirk on his lips. “You want a taste?”

I frown, not understanding his question. Of course, I want a taste, but he’s the one kneeling between her legs, so isn’t he going-

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