Page 25 of Knotty Escape
Wes groans when he sees my choice. “Now you've done it. River won't let you leave the table until he wins…you better hope your heat wave doesn't hit fully until after the game ends…”
“So you'd let me suffer, just to finish Monopoly?” I ask River over my shoulder, lifting my brow at him.
“No. Of course not,” River scoffs. But neither Wes nor Harrison looks convinced. I shrug.
“I feel okay right now,” I say, knowing damn well my heat could hit hot and heavy at any time over the next few hours. I’m feeling a little achy right now. I wonder if the guys just can’t tell. Maybe my scent isn’t very strong for them. I can scent their need very well, though.
Harrison’s is the strongest, so he must be close to his rut. Westley’s is excited and filled with anticipation. River’s is different. Steady and strong. He’s ready and confident.
“The coffee table is big enough. Let's set it up there,” Harrison suggests, and the four of us take our places around it, sitting on the floor.
By the time everyone has made a lap around the board once, the ache between my thighs is persistent and uncomfortable. The slick between my legs, soaking through the sweats Wes gave me, threatens to make a mess on the floor. The only thing keeping my sanity intact is the scent of the alphas mixing with my own.
My last few heats haven’t been satisfying, to say the least. Maybe that's why it’s hitting me so heavily this time.
I wiggle, trying to hide my discomfort, but fail. Or maybe these alphas are paying more attention than my ex ever did.
“You look like you need something, Lila…sell me your Boardwalk, and I'll ease your suffering…” River murmurs in my ear, but I push him away.
“Never,” I growl.
“I can help you, Lila.” Harrison grips my chin until I look up at him. “Just say yes…”
“Yes,” I gasp as he kisses me. His hand drops to the waistband of my sweatpants, and he tugs them down an inch.
“Off,” he demands, pulling them down my hips as I stand so he can remove them fully. But when I move to sit back down, Harrison pulls me into his lap instead.
Wes watches me from across the table. He can't see what Harrison does, as he slips his finger into the front of my soaked thong, but he keeps his eyes on me.
River turns in his seat so he's facing us, and smirks.
“We're finishing this game, Lila. I said instincts wouldn't let you suffer, not that I wouldn't make you stay until I win,” River says, and my eyes drop to the front of his pants. He's hard. And judging by the bulge, I was right about the size of his cock.
“This could be the first game River abandons, Lila. If you think you can tempt him…”
“I d-don't…” I murmur when Harrison finally pushes his fingers into me, using his position to spread my legs wider, giving River a very naughty view.
“You doubt yourself, Lila? Don't you know how sexy you are? Fuck, feel how hard I am for you.” Harrison thrusts into my ass, and I gasp.
“That’s just my scent,” I argue. It would be hard for an alpha not to get hard at an omega's scent. I'm not a fool. They're attracted to me, but I could be anyone in Harrison’s lap right now, and they'd still be hard.
“She needs proof,” River says, watching the way I roll my hips, chasing the pleasure Harrison is denying me.
I gasp as River swipes the game off the table in one swoop, pulls me out of Harrison’s arms, and places me where the game had just been.
“Ask me how many women I've kissed,” River murmurs, as he shuffles forward on his knees between my spread thighs and cups my cheek in his palm.
“How many?”
“One. When I was sixteen.” Then he presses his lips to mine, and kisses me with so much desperate need I can't think clearly.
He doesn't kiss like he's only done it once. Does that mean he never kissed their ex from college?
“I've only ever fucked two betas, Lila, and no one has ever taken my knot,” River rumbles, and I hear Wes curse behind me.
“Well, that's hardly fair. How am I supposed to compete with mister saving my knot for the right girl?”
River chuckles. “Yours is bigger? And pierced.” He shrugs, and my eyes go wide. Surely not?
