Page 71 of Knot Your Romeo

“Are you asking me, Omega?” Eli asks, his big, weather-beaten hand strokes his enormous cock. But I don’t know who he is asking.

Emmie’s eyes meet mine, wide with wonder and something that looks like recognition. She sees it too—this rightness, thiscompletion that goes beyond anything we could have imagined separately.

“It’s okay. I’m happy to share him with you. Your scent spikes whenever you talk about him.”

I slam my cock inside her, and it hardens at the thought. I’ve never been taken by an Alpha since my Alpha pack, and I didn’t particularly like it then. But Eli…

Eli and Emmie lock eyes. He swallows, and I know he’s conflicted. “Are you saying you want me, and you’re not leaving?” he asks Emmie. “This isn’t just about your heat?”

“I want the three of you. And no, I don’t want to leave you. But I want to feel safe.”

My mouth slams on hers as I fuck her slowly. It feels so good. Like she was made for me. And when hands stroke my back, something weird roils in my stomach, a strange twisting as I thrust in and out of my Omega.

A finger plays between my ass cheeks, sliding through the slick that is wetting my inner thighs. Wetness that I thought was Emmie. Now I know it’s me.

“Do you want this?” Eli’s voice is deep and sexy, sliding over my body, making me hum. “Do you want me to knot you, Omega? Do you want me to fuck you into our Omega?”

“Yes!” Emmie shrieks.

“I want to be knotted while I make Emmie come.” My voice sounds like I’m begging.

“Oh my god. I want that. Please Eli, do it.” Emmie looks at Beck and I see want in her eyes. It’s unspoken, but he knows what she needs.

“Give me Emmie’s ass,” Beck says.

“Oh yes,” Emmie whispers. It’s so quick after that. Emmie doesn’t take too long to have her ass seated on Beck’s cock. He’s sitting with his back to the headboard with his large muscular thighs opened wide. And I crawl between her thighs once more.

“Oh god that is so good,” she cries out when I enter her. “I feel so full.”

And then Eli positions himself behind me. The moment our bodies come together, something shifts in the universe. Not just the physical connection—though that’s overwhelming enough—but something deeper, more fundamental. Like puzzle pieces that have been scattered for years, finally clicking into place. I’ve felt nothing like this. Five years of isolation, of convincing myself I didn’t need this kind of connection, yet now... now I understand what I’ve been missing. What we’ve all been missing.

“I never thought it could feel like this,” I whisper against her skin, my voice breaking with the weight of the emotion. Because it’s not just the desire—it’s the way my soul seems to expand, to encompass not just her but Beck and Eli too. Four separate people harmonizing into something beautiful.

“I feel complete for the first time in years.” Beck’s voice is rough when he speaks, almost reverent. His hands on her waist are gentle despite his size, and I can see the amazement on his face, like he can’t quite believe this is real. He rests his lips on her shoulder as I move in and out of her.

When Eli leans over my shoulder to kiss Emmie, his lips brush against my neck and I shiver at the unexpected tenderness. “Such a good Omega,” he murmurs to her, but his eyes include me in the praise. “So perfect for us.”

The barriers between us dissolve completely. There’s no shame, no fear, just this overwhelming sense of belonging.Of home.

“Together,” Beck commands, but it’s not harsh—it’s desperate, like he needs this unity as much as any of us do. “All of us, come together.”

And we do. The sensation crashes over us like a wave, pulling us under and lifting us up simultaneously. There’s grunting andmoaning. But it’s the sensation that speaks to me the most. And when I feel Emmie’s release, hear Beck’s groan of completion, and Eli’s shuddering breath, my own overwhelming climax completes the shared experience. Like we’re not four separate people anymore, but something new, something whole.

For a moment, the world stops. There’s just us, breathing in sync, hearts beating the same rhythm. Then reality crashes back. This was supposed to be about helping Emmie through her heat. A onetime thing. But now, lying here with them, feeling more complete than I ever have in my life, I know I can’t go back. I don’t want to go back.

Tears sting my eyes before I can stop them. Because what if thiswasjust the heat? What if tomorrow, when the pheromones fade, they realize they don’t actually want me?

What if I’m the odd one out again?

“Jude?” Emmie’s voice is soft, concerned. She shifts to look at me fully, her hand cupping my face. “What’s wrong? Did we hurt you?”

I try to shake my head, to reassure her, but the tears come anyway. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It’s just...” I struggle to find words that won’t make me sound pathetic. “I wish this was real. I wantusto be real.”

Her thumb brushes away a tear, and the gesture is so tender it makes my chest ache. “This feels pretty real to me.”

“What if you change your mind when your heat ends?” The question tumbles out before I can stop it. “What if you decide you don’t actually want an Omega professor who comes with more emotional baggage than an airport carousel?”

Beck’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “Are you kidding? After that? Jude, I’m pretty sure we’re all ruined for anyone else.”

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