Page 78 of Knot Their Girl
His arms fall to his sides, and he moves closer to me. “Maybe what you need to do is not move on, but move up. Change things. Go about things differently. Make Chase Jewels into something different, something better. There’s always room for improvement.”
The alpha now stands less than two feet away, his alpha musk thick in the air, and it occurs to me that he might be doing it unintentionally in an effort to calm me down. And, what would you know? I think it’s working.
“Wise advice,” I remark.
He cocks his head at me. “Surprised? Did you think I was just some meathead with no brain on my shoulders?”
“Not exactly…”
He frowns at me, although it’s a half-hearted scowl at best—a throwback to when he first arrived at this house, scowling at any and everything. “Are you trying to insult me, Gideon?” There’s an underlying whisper of a tease in his voice, but it’s hard to discern through the frown.
“Not at all, alpha.” I hold his intense stare for a few moments, and then I drop my eyes to his chest. “You’ve proven yourself to me in many ways. When I first hired you, I had no idea that… that things would change like this.” It goes hand in hand with what he said before: change can be a good thing. There’s always room to improve.
“You’re not the only one who’s surprised at how things turned out, but for what it’s worth, I think you were doing a great job here with your nephew before Raeka and I came along. Not everybody would’ve done what you did.”
The compliment from him fills me with a certain type of satisfaction I can’t say I’ve ever felt before. Even when I used to sit at the board meetings where we’d go over the profits of Chase Jewels for the past fiscal year, back when the profits used to build and compound on the previous year.
No, this is different. This type of satisfaction makes me warm inside—all over, really. It even brings a low ache to my balls and a tingle at the tip of my cock, and as a result it makes me think back to a question Raeka had asked me after the doctor’s appointment the other day.
Would I use her toy knot on myself? In the past, my answer would have been an easy no, but that reply did not come out that day, because now the answer isn’t so easy. And, of course, making me think of using a toy knot on myself led me to think of other possible knots—one in particular—so let’s just say I was grateful that Raeka left it at that and she didn’t push me on it.
Standing there, before Pax, there’s only one answer to her question: yes. The answer isyes.
Pax’s eyes fall, and I pretend to be blissfully unaware that the ache and tingle in my lower half morphed into the beginning stages of a hardening cock. “Seems to me,” he says, his voice a bit lower and rougher than it had been mere moments ago, “you enjoy being praised almost as much as our omega.”
While it’s true that no one has really given me any form of praise before—I only ever did what was expected of me, or so I thought—it can’t be generalized, and he needs to know that. So I say, “Only by our omega.” I swallow hard. “And you.”
He takes another step toward me, and now there’s less than a foot between us. “Then aren’t you lucky I’m here, alpha?”
I’m seconds from affirming his words when an overpoweringly sweet smell enters my nostrils, mingling and mixing with Pax’s musk to form something new. Fresh and fruity, raspberries with a hint of cream.
Raeka, since she no longer wears that scent-blocking cream when she’s here in the house.
Pax and I both smell it simultaneously, and we both turn our heads to the open doorway, where our omega stands, her nose lifted, as if she’s smelling us right back. Is her sense of smell beginning to return, or is it too much to hope that our scent together lured her right to us?
“I was headed to the kitchen to grab something to drink, but…” She trails off, as if she herself doesn’t quite understand. “Something made me come down here.” Her eyes fall to my groin, where she notices the hard-on I’m currently sporting.
I may be speechless, but the über alpha in the room isn’t. He asks, “Can you smell us?”
She brings a hand to her nose, lightly touching it, as a look of gentle horror crosses her beautiful face. “I don’t know.” Still,even now, she isn’t quite ready to admit the truth. On her own time, she will. I know she will.
As for me? She smells utterly delicious, and if my cock wasn’t already hardening up, it’d definitely be so now.
“You smell like sin on two legs,” Pax growls out, and I feel that growl reverberate in my chest and other parts of me. “Come in here. Take another detour from your route to the kitchen and join us.”
I only tear my gaze off our omega to look at Pax, though I only look at him for a few moments. His tight workout clothes hide absolutely nothing, and I find I’m not the only one sporting a hard dick right now. The outline of his large, thick monster is nothing but an omen for the size of what his knot must be.
Raeka, ever the spunky one, sets a single hand on her hip and says, “And why should I, Mr. Alpha?” The way she tosses it out, like she’s mocking Pax, makes him growl again, and I suck in a hard breath as a result—as does she.
“Come in here, take off your clothes, and prove to us both that you’re not wet just looking at us,” he orders her, though he does not use his dominance on her.
And he doesn’t need to. She takes a single step in the room, wrinkling her nose all the while, as if mentally wrestling with herself and the possibility of her scent slowly returning. If Pax’s musk is that strong to me, I imagine the both of us together are damn near impossible for her to resist.
“Maybe,” Raeka says, clearly not finished being feisty, “I should head right back upstairs and have Colter take care of me.” Even as she speaks, she takes off her shirt and then her bra, revealing her gorgeous, perky tits to us both.
“You can always return to the beta,” Pax growls out, “once we’re finished with you.”
“Seems to me, if you really want me to stay, you two should be taking it all off, too.” As she says it, she lifts a hand and startsto massage her own chest, fingers running along her already-pebbled nipples in a display meant to drive us mad.
