Page 78 of Knotting Hill
“The night isn’t over,” Josh says. “After this, we have one more stop to make.”
“You have to tell me,” I complain. “I don’t want someone jumping out at me, or worse.”
“We are going toelite,” JP replies. “We are going there because it is the hub of our little community, and I wanteveryoneto know that we are yours, you are ours and that the St. Lucs are off the market for good.”
I blink, taking that in. As far as announcements go, they’ve pretty much nailed it. “But didn’t the viral video of you singingto me accomplish that?” I’ve watched it, along with hundreds of thousands of other people. I do not look my best. I wish they’d warned me.
“No, you didn’t give us a straight answer,” Russell says. “Thisis a statement.”
“It’s definitely that,” I murmur. “You ready for this?”
JP’s steady gaze meets mine. “Are you?”
“I asked you first.”
He presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. “Oh, we are more than ready, princess. We cannot wait.”
“Then neither can I. Let’s go.”
We climb into a taxi for the short drive toelite. It is buzzing already, and it’s only 8PM. The loud music thumps through the doors.
I aim for the back of the queue, but JP grabs my hand. “VIP, princess.”
He leads me to the front of the queue, where there is a small line consisting of two people waiting to get in. The Doorman lets them in and then us, to the complaints of the waiting club-goers in the not-so-VIP queue.
“Fancy fucker,” I mutter, but draw JP to me to give him a kiss.
He takes full advantage, wrapping his arms around me, his tongue duelling with mine.
We move to the dance floor, once again, with all eyes on us. I feel a ping of anticipation as we stop. JP moves behind me, pressing his body close to mine, moving to the music, his hands on my hips. I sway against him, things heating up dramatically. I’m electrified with pleasure, a daring thrill and an intensity I never thought I’d experience.
The music is loud and pulsing, the lights flashing as the people dance. I feel a wave of excitement as I look around, taking in the sight of the beautiful people around us, enjoying the nightand feeling the energy of the evening. I’ve been here a few times, and the atmosphere has always been electric. Tonight, feels different, though, as if there is an extra energy in the air.
JP’s cock is digging into me as he moves behind me. He is wearing a sleek black suit, his blue eyes dark and intense. Russell and Josh move in, dressed in similar black suits. They form a triangle around me. They all look smoking hot, and I’m proud that they’re mine. They smile at me, and I feel a surge of pleasure rocket through me. I know something exciting is going to happen, and I want it. I’m ready for it.
JP presses his warm lips to my shoulder, kissing and nipping me gently. I’m intoxicated by his touch.
His hands explore my body as they all move in closer. My heart races, a thrill of anticipation mixed with a daring sense of something new. They are shielding me from view, their arms around me, their hands trailing over my body as we dance ever closer.
Every nerve is electrified as their hands move hungrily over my body. I gasp and moan, the intensity of their touch in such a public place more than I could’ve imagined.
We move in a slow, sensual rhythm.
JP’s hands drop to my thighs. He slides up the dress, slipping his hand between my legs.
“Fuck,” I breathe when his fingers brush over the lacy material of my knickers.
“Do you want this, princess?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I pant, so, so ready for him to touch me in my most intimate place while everyone around us is none the wiser. I find I don’t even care if anyoneisthe wiser. That’s what makes it so hot. “Fuck, yes.”
He pushes my knickers aside. I tremble in their arms as Russell and Josh move even closer. I arch my back and wrap my arm around and the back of JP’s neck, relishing his mouth overmy jugular. I wonder if he’s going to bite me. I wouldn’t even say no. I want it. The omega inside me knows her future mate; is responding to him. I let out a soft purr, which vibrates my throat, causing him to growl softly. It’s possessive, and when his teeth graze over my skin, I nearly climax without any added pleasure.
JP lightly touches my pussy, sliding his finger over my slippery clit.
I gasp, but Russell’s mouth muffles it as he kisses me, his hand cupping the back of my neck. At that moment, JP thrusts his fingers inside me, and my knees buckle.
But my men are there to hold me up. JP fucks me relentlessly in the middle of the dance floor with his fingers coated in my slick. This public claiming of me in every way except the bite is so hot.
