Page 82 of Her Knotty Alphas

My perfume blooms around us, and Charlie lets out a groan. "Fuck, you smell so good, mags."

"Too good," Enzo looks at me in the rear view mirror.

The scent of Noah's arousal, his cinnamon and clove twining around my perfume like a sweet caress, is enough to snap something within me, and the next thing I know I'm pawing at his pants, trying to get them off. There's a slight haze surrounding me, and all I can see is the soft bulge of gym shorts, and I want it,now.

"Woah, there, princess," Noah murmurs, grabbing my hands. "You okay?"

No. No, I'm not okay. I need his cock and I need it right fucking now.

A hand touches my forehead, and then I hear Charlie. "She's burning up. Could this be a heat spike? Doctor Mejia said that being around our scents could trigger a heat."

"What do you need, darlin'?" Austin is turned around again, looking at me. Why are they talking instead of feeding me their cocks?

"Noah," I choke out, my hands reaching for the band of his gym shorts. The drawstring is tied too tight though, and my fingers are shaky, I can't get them undone.

"I've got you, princess," he says, then also fails to unknot the damn shorts.

"Reach underneath, darlin'." Austin nods to the hem of Noah's shorts. "You can still grab him that way."

Oh thank gods.

"You're so smart, Austin," I mumble before sliding my hand right up Noah's shorts and grabbing his hardening cock in my hand. It vaguely registers that he's not wearing any underwear.

Noah groans, his hand reaching around and rubbing my pussy through my Catwoman costume. I stroke him under his shorts, and brush my thumb over his tip until I get a bead of precum. Quickly withdrawing my hand, I lick the moisture off the pad of my thumb, and something in me settles a little. A small moan leaves me at the taste of cinnamon, clove, and musk on my tongue. Noah's hand picks up speed, and like a zap of lightning, a small, fast, mini-orgasm takes over me, making my head clear somewhat.

"You back with us, princess?" He asks, looking into my eyes. "You seem clearer."

"Yeah," I swallow roughly, "I'm good now. For a little bit, at least."

"Good," he growls, kissing me. "Because when we get home, you're mine."

A shiver runs through me, and my eyes catch on his still-hard cock tenting his shorts.

"What about you now, though? You going to suffer the next thirty minutes?"

"Nope," Enzo jumps in, eyeing me in the rearview mirror, "cause you're gonna finish him off, rightreinita?" He winks at me, and I know he's thinking about my comment about making all my alphas come in their pants at some point.

Enzo makes me want to be a good girl. Noah, though? He makes me want to be a bit of a brat.

"Yes, alpha," I purr, turning back towards Noah and sliding my hand up his shorts.

"Shit, princess, you don't need to worry about me yet—" he cuts off with a moan as I grab his shaft, and start stroking.

"That's where you're wrong alpha," I nuzzle his cheek with my nose as I continue moving my hand up and down. "I have a record to beat, and tonight I'm hitting three-for-three."

Austin bursts out laughing. "Shit, man, she's gonna make you come in your pants."

Noah groans. "Fuck. I don't even care. You feel too damn good, princess."

Charlie's surprised voice sounds behind me, "Is that something we're doing? I haven't come in my pants yet." Is it just me or does he sound a little left out?

"That's because Enzo was the second one to do it, Austin was the first." I smirk as I watch my hand move under Noah's shorts, the fabric rising and falling with each movement of my fist. "Austin came just by licking my pussy, which I think is rather impressive, and Enzo came while we were dry humping like a couple of teenagers one morning."

"It's not nice to share all your alpha's secrets,preciosa," Enzo admonishes, but there's no anger in his eyes when I glance at him. "Now, be a good girl and finish off your alpha. He deserves a reward after his performance tonight, doesn't he?"

Nodding, I grin as I lean down and seal my lips around the head of his cock through his shorts. The material tastes like laundry detergent and faint cinnamon, but the sensation of my hot mouth through the fabric sends him over the edge, his fists tightening at his sides as his eyes snap shut.

"Fuck, fuck,Hannah," he groans as he comes, the warmth of his release seeping through the material of the shorts and hitting my tongue. My mouth comes off his pants, and I sit up, grinning like a loon as I withdraw my hand from his shorts, careful not to get the cum on my hand all over his leg.

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