Page 34 of In Knots

I manage a nod, Buzz’s lips returning to my throat, sliding closer to my thrumming gland. When he reaches it, he pauses, and a little whine escapes my lips.

“You smell so damn good, Alexa. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about tasting you. Can I kiss you here?” His breath tickles over my gland.

“Hmmm,” I mumble as my eyes drift shut.

“Alexa, is that a yes?” Ryan asks me sternly.

My eyes snap open and my gaze is swallowed immediately by his.

“Yes, Alpha.”

He grins. “Good girl. You know I love it when you call me that.”

Buzz’s lips brush against my gland. Gentle at first, a simple press. Then he swipes his wet tongue over the tissue-thin skin and my whole body shakes with desire.

“Good, princess?” Ryan asks me.

“Yes,” I breathe, still meeting his gaze. “Why?” I ask him.

“Why what?”

“Why do you want me?”

“You’re beautiful, so goddamn beautiful.” I screw up my face and he smooths his thumb across the crinkles. “What?”

“I don’t want to be beautiful. Beautiful things are placed nicely on the shelf and never touched.”

The side of his mouth tugs. “You want to be touched, Omega?”

“I …” Buzz’s tongue sweeps across my gland. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

He pinches my chin so I can’t shrug away from his gaze. “Do you want to be touched, Omega?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Y-y-yes. So badly.”

He nods, staring straight into the depths of my eyes. “Why do I want you?” he repeats. “Because I see something blazing in your eyes, Alexa. Something trapped, something struggling to break out, and I want to be the one who sets it free.”

His fingers play at the hem of my dress, gently lifting it, his fingertips brushing against my bare skin.

“And what do you see in us? What do you want from us?”

“You make me feel alive.”

He nods a second time and sinks to his knees. He lifts my skirt, and brings his face close to my groin, stopping mere millimetres from my underwear and inhaling deeply, his broad shoulders rising as he does.

“So wet,” he murmurs.

“Shit,” Buzz mutters behind me, pausing to peer over my shoulder at Ryan.

“Can we see?” He’s holding my skirt aloft with one hand and stroking down my thigh with the knuckles of his other.

I swallow, trying not to tremble with the anticipation I feel.

“It’s OK, baby. We’re going to take good care of you. There’s no need to be afraid.”

“I’m not,” I whisper as the warm breeze flutters through the dead leaves. “You can see. But will you do more than look?”

Ryan chuckles at that. “Princess, I’m planning to eat you out. You have no idea how much I’ve been dreaming of this. You smell so phenomenally good down here.”

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