Page 17 of Knot Their Boo
My desires for Sable may not have changed, but the more recent appreciation for Rhian is still new to me. We’ve been acquaintances for years, but I never had a deeper desire for him. Sure, I’ve always been able to recognize that he’s attractive, but Sable is my first crush. Not my last though, it seems.
Their friendship fell apart before I started to pursue her. Honestly, part of the reason I started flirting with her in the first place was to make her smile. I couldn’t take seeing the sadness in her eyes for another day, after she lost that connection to Rhian.
I never considered if there could be something between him and me. But then I saw how deeply she still cares for him, and something came alive inside me.
“And if I want you both?” he asks, adjusting so he’s facing me. I smirk, liking his confidence, thankful he didn’t just reject me on the spot. I let the words hang between us, not wanting to say more until he’s feeling better. “We let her set the pace?” he asks, looking as nervous as I feel.
“Of course. But I’m not going to lose her again, so I don’t care how long I have to wait for her, I’ll wait.” I turn, standing until I’m right in front of him, unbuttoning the flannel I wore tonight for my lumberjack costume at the fire truck. His pupils expand as he watches. I lean down, taking his hand in mine so I can help him adjust. Rumbling at the burst of perfume he lets off. “Naughty boy,” I murmur.
“You play dirty, alpha. Might be good to use that same energy on our omega,” he murmurs in a husky tone.
Fuck. Those words again. Our omega.
I settle back down on the couch, pulling him into the crook of my arm, offering him skin-to-skin to help him heal. We both turn as the soft footfalls reach us from the hallway.
“I found some clothes in the laundry room by the bathroom,” Sable says as she stands in the doorway in nothing but a long t-shirt that reaches just above her knees. She clutches a bundle of clothing in her hand, looking more relaxed. I have to wonder if the shirt was worn by Rhian already, or if it was in a folded pile. Given the way his scent reacts, it’s definitely his shirt.
“Brought you something a little less itchy, omega” she says as she comes around the arm of the couch. Guess she doesn’t need to grab anything out of his drawers. “I thought maybe you still liked to leave your clothes in the dryer,” she murmurs shyly, her scent spiking with embarrassment, but quickly turns to desire when she realizes my shirt is undone, and Rhian’s cuddled against my bare skin. Is that jealousy I see in her eyes? Cute.
Rhian slides down the seat, and away from me, stopping when we both reach out to help him.
“Calm down, nurse Colter. You can help me to the bathroom.” The steady way he was able to get up helps calm the anxiety riding me. He is already doing better than an hour ago. Helping him maneuver around the coffee table, Sable walks him the short distance into the hallway bathroom before turning to lean back against the wall. I’m not comfortable letting him use the restroom alone, but it seems a bit excessive to insist he let me help him pee, and change his clothes.
She looks like a dream, with the green hair shining in the gentle light and the oversized shirt hanging off her shoulder.
“Did you text his brother?” she asks as we wait, looking at me with a question in her eyes that I’m not sure she is ready for.
Leaning to the side, I pull my phone out of my pocket and shoot off a text before nodding to her. Before I can say anything, Rhian shuffles out and my brain short circuits. The gray cloth shorts clinging to his things and the thin white t-shirt have my cock pulsing.
“Slutty thigh tattoos,” I swear I hear Sable mumble quietly, but since Rhian doesn’t mention it neither do I. He does have thigh tattoos though. I don’t know what makes them slutty, other than how good they look on him.
“More cuddles,” Rhian demands, and I’m weak to fight off the dirty thoughts bouncing around in my mind as the two omegas cuddle up to me on the couch.
Fuck.
Rhian
The soft weight against my chest nuzzles further into my armpit as the first rays of sunlight come through the windows.
Sable. Soft and pliant against me, her warm pumpkin scent fills the space, mixing with my own and the smoked clove of Colter.
Fuck, how long did we sleep? At some point we clearly moved from the couch, to the bed, but I don’t remember when.
After getting changed and settled on the couch last night, Colter made us both drink water and rest. Sable smirked but had listened to the broody alpha. The meds the doctor gave me had me falling asleep on and off while the other two quietly watched a few movies. I could tell that the tension between the two of them is still there, but it didn’t feel so heavy.
“Morning, sunshine.” The deep rumble of his voice has my morning hard on twitching. I look up at the alpha Sable and I are plastered against, to find his sleepy gaze focused on me. My head is on his chest, with my body horizontal to his, and Sable’s head rests on my chest, her body tucked in close to Colter, as she faces him.
“Sunshine?” I tease, smiling at the way his cheeks color. I’m about to offer to make breakfast when the omega on top of me pops up with a squinty look.
“Less talky. More sleepy.” She face plants back on my chest as we both laugh at her.
“Or I could make coffee…” Colter trails off when she crawls across my body, dragging the heat of her against my groin before nestling into my body.
The space around us seems to hold its breath as she falls back to sleep. I wonder if she laid awake most of the night I spent passed the hell out.
I’m a little shocked at the quick burst of a purr that rumbles to life in the Colter’s chest. I know we're compatible, that she fits between us with the way our scents twine together like they weremeant to be one, but to see them settle has me ready to rush this process and drag them both to my nest.
Bad omega… Must court the pretty omega first.
