Page 43 of Knot Our Reality (Heated #5)

Camden

E milia takes a few moments to say good night to the rest of her suitors, and I’m having a hard time keeping still again. Although it’s for a different reason this time. I’m no longer wondering if this is the week she’ll accept me, but instead eager to make her mine.

My mind wanders back to the other night when she dragged me into her nest and made me fuck her most of the night. It’s like we just can’t get enough of each other. That might be because it had been days since we touched each other, but maybe I’m wrong. Maybe there’s another reason for it.

Since she invited Wilder into her pack, at least I won’t have to split my nights between them. The three of us can be together every night.

I really like the sound of that.

“Camden.” Wilder’s voice is tight as he squeezes my hand. “The scent blocker spray is wearing off again.”

I blink at my alpha until I realize he’s telling me I’m perfuming again. “I’d say sorry, but I’m really not. I can’t stop thinking about the three of us together.”

“What are we talking about?” Emilia asks as she joins us, and Wilder shakes his head.

“You don’t want to know.”

She sniffs the air, her smile only growing. “I think you might be wrong about that one. ”

“Maybe we should head back to your suite.” I can’t help waggling my eyebrows at her, smiling when she giggles. I love it when she makes that sound.

It makes her sound so carefree, and I don’t think she’s had much chance at that for the last few years.

She grows serious as she glances between me and Wilder. “Let’s do that, but we need to talk before we move on to the fun of the night.”

My smile falls away. I don’t like the sound of that.

“Absolutely, Emilia. Lead the way?” Wilder squeezes my hand again, and I try to smile up at him, but it comes out more like a grimace.

It’s not like he doesn’t know exactly how I’m feeling through our bond. Once again, I’m freaking out—not that I want to be.

Wilder leads me from the ballroom as we trail after Emilia. I can’t seem to shut off my brain as I attempt to figure out why she wants to talk to us.

“Stop it, Cam.” Wilder’s words are nearly a bark. “There’s no reason to freak out until we know what she has to say.”

As much as I’d love to please my alpha, I know this is something I’m not going to be able to give him. I’m so close to making Emilia mine, and I don’t want anything to go wrong.

Within minutes, the three of us are in her sitting room.

Emilia looks uneasy for the first time tonight. “I’m sorry. I know no one wants to hear the words ‘we should talk’. Camden, I’m sure you’re freaking out. I promise, you and I are going to bond tonight.”

I let out a sigh of relief, but Wilder tenses at my side.

“But we’re not?”

“No,” she says softly. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Wilder. I’m just not ready. With Camden, it’s different. There wasn’t another omega in my first pack. I don’t feel like I’m replacing anyone by bonding with him. Does that make sense?”

Wilder nods. “It does. You’re not ready to bond with an alpha yet. If that’s the case, then why give me a red rose tonight? Why invite me to be a part of your pack? ”

“Because I want you to be. I’m just hoping you’ll be patient with me until I feel more comfortable about having another alpha bite me.

” She pauses, running her fingers over her neck.

“Did you know when your bonded mate dies that not only is the bond ripped from you, but their mark fades until it disappears?”

I’m moving before I give it any thought, pulling her into my arms. “Fuck, Emilia. I don’t know how you dealt with it. I’m so fucking sorry. You don’t have to deal with that ever again.”

“You can’t promise that, Camden. I know you’d like to make that promise, but life happens and people die. We’ll all die, eventually.” She shakes her head, her eyes finding Wilder’s. “I’m just not ready—not yet. But I will be, and yours will be the first alpha bite I wear.”

Wilder comes over to join us, cupping both of our cheeks. “That’s an honor I will gladly accept when you’re ready. Would you like me to leave the two of you?”

“Absolutely not.” Emilia shakes her head. “As long as you promise not to bite me, I want you here. I want you to watch me and Camden bond. You should be here for that…”

Her perfume hits my nose, and I groan. I want to bury my teeth in her neck right now.

Wilder chuckles. “There’s something you want, isn’t there, omega?”

“Maybe.” She glances between the two of us, biting her lip. “I’m just not sure it’s appropriate.”

“You won’t know until you tell us,” he encourages her. “Tell us what you want.”

She clears her throat, a flush creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks, but she keeps her head held high. “I’d like you to touch me, Wilder. I want you to be a part of this with us, even if we’re not bonding. But most of all, I want to see you touch Camden.”

“Oh, my naughty little omega.” I nuzzle her nose with mine. “Do you want me to be the filling in the sandwich, because I promise, I’m so down for that.”

“Filling in the sandwich?” She wrinkles her nose. “No, I don’t like that. Never say that again. ”

Wilder chuckles, leaning in to brush his lips against hers. “Whatever you want, Emilia. I’d also like to touch you, but maybe I can fuck Camden while he fucks you?”

Now both of our perfumes hit the air, and I love the way they mix.

“Yes, please.” Emilia’s eyes are wide as she nods, and I can’t wait anymore.

I pull her in for a kiss, tugging at the straps of her dress and trying to tear it off her, but when it doesn’t work, I can’t stop the whine that spills from my lips.

“Patience, omega. Patience.” Wilder kisses my temple before stepping away. “Let me help you, okay?”

“Yes. Help. We need to be naked,” I murmur against Emilia’s mouth.

The sound of a zipper being lowered has me pulling back. Wilder slowly lifts the material up her body, revealing a little more skin with each movement until he tosses it to the side.

I take a moment to stare at the picture she makes with the deep ruby lacy bra and panty set she wears. I love the way the color sits against her skin, almost making her glow.

“Are you just going to stand there?” she demands, and I smirk.

“No, but I’m planning to have myself a good look before unwrapping my present the rest of the way.”

Wilder presses against her back, his hands running along her sides and belly. I take a moment to appreciate the stark contrast in their skin tones. His dark, hers light. They’re perfect.

He pushes the bra up and over her luscious tits, not bothering to undo it first.

“Fuck,” he curses into her neck as he massages them in his big hands. I like how they’re too big for him to hold.

My mate has an amazing rack when she’s pregnant. I can’t wait to see what it looks like when she’s not.

Hell, I just want to see her naked all the time. I’d be totally down to keep her pregnant year after year. But something tells me she won’t go for that plan .

A needy whine falls from Emilia, drawing my attention back to where Wilder is plucking at her nipples before massaging the breast tissue around it. She rubs her legs together, trying to get friction where she needs it.

I’m pretty sure I rip something while I’m pulling my clothes off and tossing them to the side, but I don’t give a fuck. All I can think about is making Emilia feel good.

Moving toward them, I press myself against Emilia’s front, but make sure to keep my torso pulled back so I can watch Wilder work over her nipples. I grind against her lace-covered pussy, smiling when I realize just how much slick she’s leaking.

“Oh, she’s liking this a lot, alpha,” I murmur. “I wonder if we can make her come just from playing with her tits.”

Wilder chuckles. “I guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there? Are you planning to help?”

“In a minute.” I duck down to press my lips to hers for a quick kiss before pulling back and latching my lips onto one of her nipples. I lick and nip at the pebbled tip as Wilder continues to work over her other nipple and massages the one I’m sucking on.

I suck hard, loving the way her cries get louder. I really think we’re going to be able to get her off with no other stimulation.

I keep sucking, laving the tip with my tongue as I do. She’s trying to grind against my leg, but Wilder holds her captive.

Humming, I’m surprised when something wet hits my tongue. It tastes good, but I have no idea what it is. So I do it again and am rewarded with more of the liquid. It makes me ravenous.

I growl as I suck more of it in, and Emilia explodes. Her legs go weak, and it’s only Wilder’s fast thinking that keeps her on her feet.

“What was that?” I ask, licking my lips to make sure I haven’t wasted a drop.

“What?” Wilder asks with a frown.

I nod toward Emilia. “Something liquid hit my tongue, and it was divine. ”

Emilia chuckles. “That would be breast milk. Whatever Wilder was doing must have caused it to express. I’d apologize, but you seem to have enjoyed it.”

“I did.” I frown. “Should I not have?”

“We should probably not do it often. That’s meant to feed our baby,” she mumbles, her hand going to her belly. I like how she calls him ours. “But it’s not like I won’t produce more. I’ve always overproduced. I doubt that’s changed.”

I clear my throat, squeezing the base of my cock as it throbs. “Well, that’s good to know. For later. You know…in case it’s something we want to do.”

“You’re a mess, Camden. Hold Emilia steady for a minute?

” Wilder shakes his head, waiting for me to get a good hold on her before he pulls back to undo her bra and pull it off her before doing the same with her panties.

“Now, turn her around. I want you to hold her wide open for me so I can taste her.”

I grin, so down for this.

“You’re going to do what?” Emilia looks confused as we turn her until her back is to my chest. She freezes when I lean down to grasp the back of her thighs and lift her.