Page 51 of Knot So Sweet
"I want him."
The words transform the kitchen. The air goes thick, saturated with alpha scent and omega invitation. My coffee and cedar mixing with Garrick's burnt sugar until the space reeks of pack and claiming and mine.
Garrick moves. Crosses the kitchen in three long strides. Stops just beside us, close enough that his body heat radiates against my skin. Against Violet's.
"You sure about this, sweetheart?" His voice has gone gentle despite the hunger in his eyes. Despite how his hands clench and unclench at his sides like he's fighting not to reach for her. "Once we start, I won't want to stop."
She turns her head to look at him. Has to crane her neck since she's still in my lap. "I'm sure. I want this. Want you. Want both of you."
His control shatters visibly. I watch it happen, watch the careful restraint he maintains crack and splinter and fall away completely.
He reaches for her face. Cups her cheek in his large palm, thumb brushing across her lower lip. The touch is reverent. Worshipful. Like he's touching something precious.
"Been dreaming about this," he admits roughly. "About touching you. Tasting you. Making you mine."
"Then stop dreaming," she whispers against his thumb. "Take what you want."
He leans down and kisses her. Not gentle. Not testing. Claiming her mouth like he's been starving for it. Like he's been holding back for too long and can't anymore.
She kisses him back just as fiercely. Opens for him immediately, inviting him in. One hand comes up to grip his shoulder, nails digging into muscle.
I watch them kiss. Watch her respond to him the same way she responded to me. Watch her surrender to another alpha while still connected to me, my knot buried inside her, our scents already mixed beyond separation.
The sight should bother me. Possessiveness should rear up, alpha instinct demanding sole claim.
Instead, satisfaction purrs through my chest. Pack. This is pack. Sharing her. Caring for her together. All of us claiming and being claimed.
My knot finally softens enough to slip free. Violet whimpers at the loss, her body trying to hold onto me. But Garrick is there, his hands sliding under her thighs, lifting her from my lap.
"I've got you," he murmurs against her mouth. "I've got you, sweetheart."
He turns and sets her on the counter. The same prep station where I had her. The steel surface has warmed from our bodies but she still gasps at the contact.
Garrick positions himself between her spread thighs. Broad shoulders forcing her legs wider. His hands span her waist, thumbs stroking circles on her skin.
"Look at you," he breathes. His gaze drags over her body, taking in flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips and the evidence of what I did to her glistening on her thighs. "Absolutely perfect. Already marked by him. And now you're going to be marked by me too."
She nods frantically. "Yes. Please, Garrick. I ache for you."
He hooks his thumbs in his sweatpants and shoves them down. His cock springs free, thick and hard and already leaking. The sight waters her mouth visibly, pupils dilating even further.
"You want this?" He wraps his hand around his length, strokes once from base to tip. "Want me inside you?"
"God, yes. Please. Stop making me wait."
He positions himself at her entrance. The head of his cock brushes against her and they both groan at the contact. She's still slick from me, still open and ready, her body prepared for another alpha.
"Watch," I command from where I lean against the opposite counter. I've pulled my jeans back on but left them unbuttoned, still recovering. "Watch him claim you."
She obeys. Drops her gaze to where Garrick is lining himself up. Where he's pushing inside slowly, stretching her around his thickness.
Her mouth falls open on a gasp. Her hands scramble for purchase on the steel counter, fingers slipping on the smooth surface.
Garrick groans. Deep and primal and barely human. "So tight. Still so tight even after him. Perfect."
He pushes deeper. Inch by inch. Watching her face the whole time. Watching how her expression shifts from overwhelmed to desperate to absolutely blissful.
When he's fully seated, buried to the hilt inside her, he pauses. Gives her time to adjust. Time to process the fullness of having another alpha inside her so soon after me.
