Page 138 of Knot Playing Fair 2

“Hey.” I let my tone sharpen, and gave in to the instinct to grasp Nat’s chin between my thumb and forefinger, making him look at me. “Here’s the first thing—great sex frequently reminds your body that it wantsmoregreat sex. I’m guessing there’s a bit of a honeymoon period at play here. It may well be that your dick will calm down once it realizes that sex is available for the asking.”

Nat caught his breath.

“Which brings me to the second thing,” I continued. “You’re in a pack with two omegas and three alphas. You’ll have to keep up with at least four of those five people sexually—I’m not sure about Emiel. He may not be into you that way, like the rest of us are.”

Nat gaped. “You mean... you...”

I flashed him a feral smile, still flush with the enjoyment of solving a problem as the pack alpha.

“Hey, I had to listen to all of the moaning and screaming last night from the solitary confines of my room down the hall,” I reminded him. “If you need to let off some steam this morning, you could always make that up to me right now.”

Nat stared at me as though I’d broken his brain. Then, he gulped, the red staining his face growing darker.

“Really?” His hand slipped toward his own ass. I doubted he even realized he was doing it. “Er... I know alphas don’t like to pop a knot outside of fucking someone, and... uh... I don’t think I can do that after last night.”

I didn’t doubt it. I let my hand drop away from his chin. “Believe me, I’m not a fan of pain during sex, in any capacity. Trust me?”

I watched Nat waver... saw the moment when his brain said ‘fuck it’and decided to go all-in on whatever this pack was becoming.

“I trust you,” he said. His voice sounded younger. Vulnerable.

It drew my alpha instincts even further to the fore, settling something inside me that had been off balance for so long.

“I won’t abuse that trust, Nat,” I promised him. “You tell me if you don’t like something, or if you’re not sure. Now, I don’t have a ton of time before I need to get ready for work, so this is going to have to be quick and dirty. Emphasis on thedirty.”

Nat’s deep-set eyes, already an earthy brown, darkened further as his pupils blew wide.

I grabbed a cushion off one of the fancy barstools and tossed it on the ground at my feet. “Here’s what we’re going to do. You suck me until I’m nice and hard. Then I’m going to bend you over this counter and fuck you between your thighs. You can keep my knot warm that way afterward, and I’ll jerk you off soit’s good for you, too. I think Mia’s got some fancy olive oil in here someplace. We’ll use it as lube and not tell her about it afterward. Deal?”

Nat stared at me, open mouthed.

“Deal,” he croaked, his fingers hooking in my waistband and tugging the fabric down as he dropped to his knees in front of me.

FIFTY-SEVEN

Nat

TWO WEEKS INTO MY NEWarrangementwith Mia’s pack, my entire body ached—and it might just have been the best thing I’d ever felt in my life. It was certainly the first time in my life that I’d had all the sex I could ever want, free for the asking.

I’d had my face fucked. I’d had my ass fucked. I’d been tied to Byron’s bedframe by the wrists and ankles while Luca and Mia took turns riding me.

I’d gained a friend in Emiel and a guardian in Zalen, who seemed to think that my emotional wellbeing—and everyone else’s—was somehow his responsibility. On those rare occasions where I woke up without a hand on my cock or fingers wiggling into my ass, I felt the urge to pinch myself so I could be sure I wasn’t dreaming.

If there was a downside, it was that sleep itself was in somewhat short supply. My schedule with Mia at the restaurant was a mismatch for Luca and the alphas, who were up and out of the house before eight on weekdays.

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