Page 70 of Knot Our Reality

The three of them talk among themselves as I flip through the menu, finally deciding on the chicken carbonara just as the server returns.

Dinner goes quickly, conversation flowing freely. After we finish, we head outside for a walk around town.

The plan is to get ice cream at some point—mainly because I’m craving it—but besides that, I didn’t plan much for the date. It’s hard to plan my dates too far in advance because I never know how much energy I’ll have. I figure if we find something that catches our fancy while we’re walking around, then we can take a detour.

But maybe after ice cream.

“There’s an ice cream place!” I point across the street, ready to run over when Maverick pulls me to a halt.

A car passes in front of us, and I look up at him apologetically. “Sorry. I just really want ice cream.”

“And we’ll get you the ice cream you desire. We’re just going to look both ways before crossing the street, yeah?”

I nod, laughing with the three of them as we do just that.

Once we each have our ice cream, we continue our walk. I can’t help humming to myself with each lick. It’s exactly what I needed.

As I finish up my cone, I look up at the sound of someone clearing their throat. My eyes go wide when I see all three of them watching me with hunger in their eyes.

“Ummm…” I glance between them, unsure what’s going on.

“Did you enjoy your ice cream, omega?” Dalton asks, his voice deep and almost dangerous sounding as he takes a step toward me.

A shiver runs through me at him calling me omega like that. It makes me feel almost feral—like we’re going back to the basic instincts that drive alphas and omegas.

I tilt my head, remaining where I am and curious about what he’s about to do. “I did, thank you.”

I jump at the sudden heat at my back. My nose fills with leather, sandalwood, and vanilla, telling me it’s Sasha as Dalton and Maverick advance on me.

“Do you know you make the sexiest little sounds when you’re enjoying what you’re eating?” Sasha asks, his hands pulling me back against him until I can feel his cock pressed against my back.

“I…uhhh…” A whimper falls from me as my words fail me.

When Sasha’s lips press against my neck, I shiver. I don’t have much time to think about it before Dalton’s lips are on mine.

The kiss is filled with heat as my mouth drops open, allowing his tongue to glide against mine. I cling to his and Maverick’s shirts as he pulls back, but Maverick’s lips quickly take the place of his. When he pulls back, I twist my head to kiss Sasha.

My body feels like it’s on fire, pressed between the three of them. I forget all about the cameras following us and the fact that we’re in the middle of the sidewalk in Rancho Mirage.

All I can think about is their lips and hands on me—about the pleasure they can bring me.

A catcall has us breaking apart, and I flush as the woman shoots me a wink. “What a lucky woman you are.”

“Uh, thanks?”

She just grins and continues down the sidewalk, leaving me feeling more than a little embarrassed.

“We are sorry, Emilia. We forgot where we were.” Sasha takes a step back, shaking his head.

“It’s okay. So did I.” I laugh, shaking my head in an attempt to clear my head. “Shall we continue walking?”

Dalton offers me his arm with a grin, and I slide mine into his. “It’ll be our pleasure, sugar. And I’m not apologizing.”

I throw my head back as I laugh, immediately feeling more at ease, if not a little turned on.

I’ll just have to take care of that myself when we make it back to the mansion. I’m not ready to sleep with any of these men, which has led to a lot of self-pleasuring.

I can’t even say I mind all that much.

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