Page 18 of Knot Our Mistake (Knot Ours #1)

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

LEO

Something I never thought I'd see in this lifetime was our alpha, my best friend, fall completely and unabashedly for a woman.

In fact, he'd fallen so hard and so fast that a part of me was jealous.

The part that loved my alpha, the part who has been his solid rock and his unwavering partner through all the hard times we'd faced.

But another part of me, the delta who roared in satisfaction over getting what he wanted, well, that part was elated.

I don't regret it, though I knew that I should.

I fucked around and manipulated a situation by getting rid of her suppressants, but if I hadn't, I doubt we'd ever have gotten to this point.

James was a stubborn bastard, never wanted to bend when his mind was set, and if it wasn't for her alluring aroma, he never would have crumbled.

"The omega is sleeping late this morning," Bran observed.

"We should let her sleep," James took a sip of his coffee before continuing. "My alpha says she's almost ready."

Excitement bubbled up inside of me. "Do we-" Hell, I had no clue how this worked. It was impulse, of that I was sure. It would come naturally. But it had been so long since I'd been with anyone other than a man, I wasn't sure what the protocol was. "Do we need to prep her beforehand, or something?"

"Her heat should prepare her enough, right?," James's face turned red with embarrassment.

He was no doubt thinking about the act where he would be the star of the show, and while that was a heavy burden to bear, we'd all be there.

We might not be able to procreate a life with our omega like James could, but there was no way he'd survive bringing her through her heat solo.

It was intense from what I read, requiring her body to be sated repeatedly until the wave was over.

If she didn't catch, which would be unlikely, she'd likely have another heat cycle soon after this one.

Omega's bodies craved to be filled. They were made to carry the children of an alpha, and if not satisfied, their bodies rebelled until their needs were met.

"Has she?"

"No," he replied. I hated the thought that her former unit mistreated her, but I was thankful she was ours now. "I need to broach the subject, but I just got her to stay, and I'd hate to scare her off."

It had been a week since Bran and I watched the omega and alpha stand in the rain.

A week since the grumpy alpha resigned, and in his place, a whole new alpha who welcomed this omega without question, touching, kissing, nibbling her any chance he got.

My alpha has never been more attractive than he was now, and my delta never craved him more than when he watched him tenderly care for the omega.

"I doubt the subject of mating for pleasure and not biological need would drive her away," Bran bit into his muffin. "Besides, once she gets a taste of that cock, she'll be as addicted as we are."

James threw a towel at the beta, his face so rosy with embarrassment that I couldn't hide my smirk. "I'm going to wake her. I need proper company, and I won't find it in this kitchen."

He moved down the hall, and because we couldn't resist, we followed after.

Each desperate to see our omega after a night of her sleeping away from us.

A problem that needed to be addressed and corrected swiftly, if I had a say in it.

At her door, he paused for a moment, before turning the knob and pushing it open.

Instantly we were hit with a wall of the sweetest cherry and lime scent.

It was so strong that we all staggered back a step.

James's heated eyes found ours before whispering, "She's not there but she's so close to the heat that I doubt it will be more than a day or two."

Before he could say more, a moan slipped from the omega, and our heads all turned toward our girl whose eyes were closed in slumber, even as her palm rubbed against the apex of her thighs. My cock went instantly rock hard as I said, "She's starting to feel the shift."

A low growl left James as he stalked forward, his eyes unable to turn away from the sight in front of us. We followed, inhaling as deep as we could, taking our omega into our lungs and letting the bliss dance through our every nerve.

She was in a pile of blankets, mixed with our clothing that I'd never once realized was missing. The pleasure of her mixing her scent with ours shot through me, ownership pounding through my veins.

Mine.

Ours , I agreed.

James fell to his knees in front of the omega, brushing some hair off her, before he whispered, "Omega, wake up."

When she didn't wake, he put force behind his demand, "Omega, wake."

Her eyes popped open, and she startled at his nearness, but he shushed her, brushing her hair back. "Omega, I fear your heat is near."

As if on cue, a slight groan left her as she moved her palm. Her eyes went wide, realizing what she was doing, and pulled back, shame filling her eyes. "Don't be ashamed, omega; we've all done it."

I don't think my reassurance helped, because she pulled at the blanket, trying to bring it above her head, but James stopped her. "Let us help you, omega."

He didn't give her time to react more; instead, his palm landed on her abdomen and slowly skated upward, touching her breasts as a hiss left her and her back arched.

He pulled up her shirt, exposing the fact that she was completely naked underneath.

Without being asked, Bran and I stepped forward, each of us taking a breast in our palms as the alpha leaned up to place a gentle kiss on the omega's lips before pulling back.

"Omega, did the other unit touch you at all?"

Her head thrashed from side to side. Just us touching her breast was threatening to throw her over the edge. "No. They didn't find me worthy."

James growled. "Oh, our sweet omega. You are worthy."

He kissed a trail down her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach. "Omega, can I touch you?"

A whimper left her as my mouth pulled one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. "I've never..."

"I know," James's voice was hoarse. "Let me make you feel good, omega."

"Yes," she cried out as Bran's lips joined mine in assaulting her.

"My sweet, sweet omega," James cooed as he kissed each hip and her pelvic bone before moving lower.

His fingers gripped her thighs before he spread her wide, putting her glistening pussy on display.

"I've thought about this since the moment I first saw you, omega.

Thought about how fucking good you'd taste.

How much I wanted you. I didn't want to admit it.

But I'm a fucking fool for thinking I could resist."

She whimpered again as he blew air against her exposed pussy. "I want this, every night for the rest of my life. Can I have it, omega?"

"Yes," she cried out right as his mouth touched her core. "Please, yes."

I watched in utter fascination as our alpha's tongue licked her from center to clit, each stroke tearing sounds of pleasure from our omega that I wanted to memorize and replay for the rest of my life.

The sight of them together, her writhing, him with his tongue glistening with her arousal, was so perfect, I wished I could take a picture.

When he added a finger into her center, her hips jerked up, a scream leaving her as her chest began to heave, panting with her need for release. My chest rumbled as I spoke against her skin, unable to hold back my thoughts. "So fucking beautiful when you writhe below us."

"So fucking ours," Bran added.

"So fucking good," James groaned as he picked up the pace, working his lips against her and his hands, until she was nothing but a needy mess, shattering with a scream of euphoria as her release slammed into her, making her buck and squirm against us.

When she came down from her high, her chest still rising and falling fast, James licked his lips as he leaned in for a kiss. Then, he pulled down her shirt, patting it into place as he said, "Come now, omega." He smirked at his wording. "We've got work to do, and you can't stay in bed all day."

Then he strolled out of the room, shoulders back, head held high, looking like a god. A god who I'd do anything to please.