Page 69 of Knot Your Romeo

Elias moves to the other side of the nest, his green eyes dark with concern and barely leashed desire. “We won’t hurt you. We’ll only give you what you want, what you ask for.”

“Promise?” The word comes out as a broken whimper.

“Promise,” they say in unison.

She reaches out with shaking hands, first toward Beck, then Elias. “Come here. Please. Into the nest.” The invitation is clear—in Omega culture, being invited into someone’s nest during heat is the ultimate expression of trust and consent.

Both Alphas manoeuvre, settling on either side of her in the carefully arranged blankets and pillows. The moment they’re close enough to touch, Emmie’s scent spikes with relief and renewed arousal. She turns toward Beck first, pressing her face against his neck and breathing in his scent like it’s oxygen.

“Better,” she gasps. “So much better.”

Beck’s hands are gentle as they stroke her hair, her back, offering comfort even as his own control visibly frays. “What do you need, baby girl?”

The endearment makes her keen softly, and I remember her telling me about their night in Boston, how those words affected her then.

“I need you, Daddy,” she whispers against his throat. “I need your knot. Need to be claimed.”

“Are you sure?” Elias asks, looking at his brother and lifting an eyebrow at the nickname she gave him. Beck shakes his head, letting him know that this isn’t the right time.

“Don’t claim her,” I beg.

“Please.” She turns to Eli now, her hands fisting in his shirt. “I’ve been thinking about you for weeks. Wanting your knot. Not just because of my heat, but because I chose you.” She turns back to Beck and says, “I need both of you.”

That’s all the permission they need. Beck’s mouth finds hers first, kissing her with a tenderness that gradually builds to desperate hunger. Elias’s hands map the curves of her body, drawing soft sounds of pleasure from her lips.

I should leave. Give them privacy. But when I move toward the door, Emmie’s voice stops me.

“Jude, don’t go. Please. I need you here, too.”

“Jo…Emmie—“

“Please.” Her eyes find mine across the nest, lucid despite the heat-haze. “I trust you. I need you to stay.”

So I stay, settling in the chair by the window where I can see but not intrude. My temperature continues to rise, but watching the three of them together feels more important than my discomfort. I’m trusting my extra suppressants will kick in quickly.

Beck and Elias work together with surprising harmony, taking turns kissing her, touching her, gradually removing the tee shirt I gave her when she arrived, until she’s naked between them. Her skin is flushed and burning, and she arches into every touch like she’s been starved for contact.

“So beautiful,” Beck murmurs against her collarbone. “So perfect.”

“Our Omega,” Elias adds, and the possessive note in his voice makes her shiver with desire.

They worship her body with hands and mouths, bringing her to climax twice before she starts begging for more. A knot. Something only they can give her.

“Please,” she sobs, pulling at their clothes with desperate hands. “I need your knots. Need to be filled. Please, I can’t take much more.”

Beck strips first, his body powerful and tattooed. When Emmie sees him, her pupils dilate further and fresh slick coats her thighs.

“My Alpha,” she breathes, reaching for him.

He settles between her legs, positioning himself carefully. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

But she’s beyond words now, lost in the biological imperative that drives her. When he enters her slowly, she cries out in relief and pleasure, her back arching off the nest.

“Yes,” she gasps. “More. Please, more.”

Beck sets a rhythm that’s careful but thorough.

Elias supports her from the side, his hands on her breasts, his mouth at her neck, whispering praise. I watch through my growing haze as they love her together, taking turns, working in harmony to give her what she needs. When Beck’s knot begins to swell, she begs for it with words that would make a saint blush.

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