Page 109 of Knot Their Girl
She’s goddamned gorgeous is what she is.
“You know, I would’ve thought you’d want the horror,” she points at me, “and you’d want the romcom. Color me shocked.” And then those pretty gray eyes flick between us, and she realizes where we are. “Wait a second. What were you two doing in here? Having fun without me?” She places her hands on her hips and gives us both a pout.
We’ve had talks, the three of us, whether she’s comfortable with our affection toward each other—basically, whether she wants to be there to witness it every time or not. Whatever she wants, we’d go along with, because ultimately, she is the most important thing in our lives.
But Raeka doesn’t mind if she’s not there. If we feel what we feel and we want what we want, in her eyes, why should she have to be there? Besides, I think she likes the fact that her alphas are on the same page.
And she’s mentioned she thinks it’s hot, so there’s always that.
“Don’t let me stop you from whatever it was you two were about to do.” She plops herself down in one of the leather chairs facing Gideon’s desk and makes herself at home, pulling out her ponytail and twirling some of her hair around her finger, looking coyishly cute and tempting.
Gideon coughs, the first sign of guilt peeking through—not that we were about to do something intimate, but that we’re hiding something from Raeka. It shouldn’t count, though, seeing as it’s a surprise. We’re all working on something. Gideon has the necklace, I have the ring, and Colter has his own surprise.
I look at the alpha next to me. “Our omega wants us to put on a show for her. Are you up for it? Or do you not want us to cover this office in our scent? Might make it hard for you to concentrate when you work from home—” As I talk, I already know what his answer will be.
He’s always up for it. Gideon might act meek for an alpha, but deep down, he’s a kinky bastard. Let’s just say, after Raeka’s fake heat, we brought in Mr. Knot-o-roboto, and he’s now a permanent member of our bedroom crew.
The sweet smell in the air heightens before Gideon can even respond; our omega clearly likes the idea of us putting on a show for her.
So what are we waiting for? Let’s give her one.
Chapter Forty-Nine – Gideon
The way both Pax and Raeka are looking at me, what else can I say? Yes, doing anything in this room would make our scents linger, and it’d make it extremely difficult for me to sit at my desk and concentrate on anything during the two days a week I work from home. I’d probably be working with a perpetual hard-on, but there are worse things to deal with…
Such as not having a pack. Not having an omega. Not having an alpha.
I never knew what my life was missing until I found it, and when I found it, I knew I could never let either of them go.
“Where do you want me, alpha?” I ask him, my voice low. Apparently I’m an alpha who likes to take direction, an alpha who likes being given orders and even praised. It’s like I turn into a whole different person when I’m around these two.
Pax smirks at me. “Take off your clothes and show our omega how hard you are at the thought of putting on a show for her.”
I barely resist my urge to shiver at his direction; of course my cock is hard. It springs up at the drop of a dime now, like it has a mind of its own. I’ve never felt more desperate, more needy, than I have the past few months.
I don’t fight him. I’m not feisty like our omega. I work on unbuttoning my shirt slowly, and once every button is undone, I pull it off and drop the shirt onto my desk. The next thing that comes off is my belt, then the button and zipper on my slacks. I undress completely under the ever-watchful eyes of my omega and my alpha, and I don’t need to glance down once I’m nude to know my cock stands on its own.
Pax no longer keeps a hand in his pocket, but he does lay it on top of where the ring box sits to hide it. I’m pretty sure Raeka istoo engrossed with staring at my naked body to pay much heed to him and the fact that he’s hiding something.
The other alpha moves toward me. He sets his other hand on my shoulder as he moves behind me, and he spins us so that we face Raeka, my cock now pointed directly at her just a few feet away.
Based on the raspberry-infused scent that fills the air, I’d say she just leaked some slick. When my nose picks up that added sweetness, the tip of my cock strains and my balls clench.
Pax stands behind me, the hand he was using to cover the ring box now curling around me since my body hides the telltale shape in his pocket. With his other hand on my shoulder, he pulls me against his chest and reaches around me to grip my hard cock, and the very first moment his large, firm hand grasps the base of my hard length, I let out a moan. I can’t help it.
Behind me, Pax growls out, “Let’s show our omega how quickly you come for me, alpha.” The way he practically growls out those words straight into my ear sends a shudder down my back, and at that same moment, his hand starts to pump along my length.
Every time, I swear to myself it’ll never feel this good again, and then the next time rolls around and proves me wrong. Each time, it feels better and better, like we’re in a permanently-building crescendo.
Raeka eyes up my cock, how Pax’s hand jerks along it. She squirms on the chair, squeezing her thighs together, her cheeks turning pink. She can’t take her eyes off it, as if she’s never seen anything more tempting, more entrancing.
As he jerks me off, Pax’s other arm moves so that he holds me from shoulder to shoulder, his strength keeping me firm against him, as if he thinks I’ll escape him, somehow. I lean my head back on his shoulder and close my eyes as my hips begin tothrust along with his hand. An invisible pressure builds within me at warp speed, faster than should be humanly possible.
“That’s right,” Pax coos into my ear, “come for me. Come for our omega. Spill all over your office like the desperate alpha you are.”
His words push me over the edge. My hips rocket forward as a deep-throated groan escapes me, much like the cum that shoots out of the tip of my cock. Pax’s hand is unrelenting, pumping along me over and over until I am spent and breathless.
“Good,” he praises me, and I warm all over. He’s measured in releasing my cock, and his arm drops off me. Behind me, I can feel him working on his pants; I don’t move, so I can help hide the ring box, just in case. I can tell when his pants are down and he’s freed himself, because he steps out of them, pushes them to where I left my pants, and says, “Now you’re going to drop to your knees and suck me off like you’re starving for my cum.” The tip of his dick pushes against the curve of my ass, as if backing up the alpha’s orders.
