Page 54 of Knot Our Reality (Heated #5)

Emilia

“ W hat the hell are you doing?” I hiss as Gavin slips beneath the floor-length tablecloth.

Camden chuckles. “Oh, you know exactly what he’s doing, sweetheart.”

If I hadn’t, I would’ve figured it out very quickly when he spreads my thighs, pushes my short dress up, and removes my panties.

I choke on a moan at the first swipe of his tongue. Camden takes my hand in his, squeezing it as I glance around the restaurant to see if anyone else noticed, but no one is paying us any attention.

“Better keep eating.” Camden nods toward my plate. “You don’t want anyone to notice what the hell’s going on, do you?”

My eyes fall shut as I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from crying out as Gavin’s thumb finds my clit, and he fucks me on his tongue.

“Eat,” Camden warns. “Or I’ll tell him to stop.”

“I hate you sometimes,” I tell him, my voice breathy as I pick up my fork with a shaky hand. The only reason we’re going to be able to get away with this is the filtration systems that are now installed in all the businesses in Rancho Mirage.

While repairs have been the primary concern, Bree made sure that all the businesses had them installed before they started reopening. It’s been amazing.

“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, choking on my food as my eyes roll into the back of the head .

“Are you okay, ma’am?”

My eyes pop open to find our beta server standing there with concern on her face.

I nod, clinging to Camden as Gavin continues to build me up. It won’t be much longer until I explode all over his face. I need to make sure she’s gone before that happens. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to set foot in Rancho Mirage again. “Perfect. It just went down the wrong hole.”

I lift my water to my lips, coughing as I inhale it when Gavin pushes two fingers into my cunt while sucking on my clit.

“Are you sure?” she asks, and I nod.

“I’m perfect. Just a bit of a mess as I wait for the baby to pop out.” I try to bite back my groan, but some of it slips out.

The server nods, giving me a strange look. “Okay. Just let me know if any of you need anything else.”

Then she’s gone, and I turn to Camden with wide eyes. “I’m going to come.”

“Good. Come for us.” He leans forward, kissing me as I fall apart for Gavin.

When we break apart, we’re both panting. Gavin licks me once more before moving away, and I wait for him to slip from under the table. Instead, I hear Camden give a choked moan, and I turn to him with a grin.

“Your turn?”

“Apparently.” Camden squeezes my fingers. “Fuck. This isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.”

I giggle, loving that my omega is now the one being tortured. He doesn’t do nearly as good a job as I did staying quiet. By the time Gavin slips from beneath the table, people are staring at us, and I think it might be time for us to leave.

We’re in the SUV before I realize Gavin never gave me my panties back.

That fucker.

“You’re both so hot,” Evander whispers as Camden tries to devour my lips.

Grinding down on Camden, I cry out. I’m so close to coming, and we’re all fully dressed.

Evander turns my head, kissing me as Camden buries his face in my neck.

We made it back from our date not that long ago and decided to hang out on the gazebo. One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, I was straddling Camden while Evander watched.

Part of me wants to push aside Camden’s pants and ride him, but the other part doesn’t want Evander to see that.

Which seems like an odd reaction to someone I’m considering mine, but the thought is there and gone again in mere seconds.

My head is a mess. I’m having the hardest time focusing on anything for long periods of time, and all I want to do is get fucked.

I know it’s because I’m getting closer and closer to giving birth, but it’s a little out of control.

Evander breaks our kiss, taking Camden’s lips in a scorching hot kiss. I think he wants us to ask him to join us, but my omega freaks out at the idea, and I can’t figure out why.

“So close,” I pant, rolling my hips faster and faster.

Camden pulls away from Evander, kissing me instead. “Me, too. Keep doing that, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good—even with all these clothes between us. I fucking love you so much.”

“I love you,” I scream as I fall apart in my omega’s arms.

Camden keeps rocking my hips, and a few seconds later, I feel his cock twitch beneath me as he comes .

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Evander chants, and when I turn my head, I see he’s stroking himself. With a twist of his wrist, he comes all over his fingers.

His eyes are on us as he continues to stroke himself, and I feel a little dirty.

A shiver runs through me that Camden immediately catches. “Are you cold, sweetheart?”

Not really, but that’s as good of an excuse as any.

“I am. I think I’m ready for bed.”

Evander helps me stand, and I almost flinch away before I see he’s already cleaned himself up with his T-shirt.

“You’re both amazing,” he murmurs against my lips before releasing me and kissing Camden.

I force myself to keep smiling until the suite door shuts behind me and Camden. Then I hurry to the bathroom, needing to shower and figure out what the hell is going on with me.

“You’re sure you’re not too cold?” Dalton asks again, and I just laugh.

“I’m fine. You already gave me your jacket.”

Dalton smiles sheepishly, his hand tightening around mine. “I’m sorry. I know you already said you weren’t cold. I just want everything to go right tonight.”

I’ve never seen Dalton like this before—self-conscious and a little awkward. I kind of love it.

“Nothing needs to be perfect for me to enjoy myself, Dalton. And I am—enjoying myself, I mean.” I glance around. “Especially right now, seeing all the businesses that have reopened.”

After dinner, we did a little window shopping before deciding to just walk around Rancho Mirage for a while .

It’s crazy how quickly they’ve been able to get the repairs completed. Not everyone was able to just make repairs. Some of them had to have homes and businesses completely rebuilt, so those aren’t ready yet.

Plus, there are some businesses that just haven’t reopened yet, including Sip ‘n Slide. Michael and his pack decided to go visit some family for a few weeks. They’re hoping the time away from the home they shared with Lawrence will do them all some good.

I don’t know if it’ll help or if it’ll cause them more pain, but I’m glad they’re trying to heal.

“It is nice, isn’t it?” Dalton hums. “I love that we had a hand in the rebuilding of everything. I love this town.”

“So do I. Bree called it a home away from home, which I get since they’re here for at least three months out of the year, but it feels like that for me, too. It makes me think of home.”

He nods. “I remember that it’s between LA and San Diego, but what was the name of the town you grew up in?”

“Wilde. I haven’t been getting back as often as I should lately. Maybe I can take a trip there with the pack after I have the baby.”

Dalton smiles, although it’s a little sad. “I’m sure they’d love that. Have you thought of any names for the baby yet?”

I wrinkle my nose. “I have a list of, like, a million, but I want the pack to be part of naming him.”

“That’s sweet.”

I frown when I realize we’ve stopped moving, and glance around to see why.

“What’s—”

Dalton leans down, kissing me sweetly before pulling back. He nods above us, and I look up to see mistletoe hanging there.

“Christmas was weeks ago, and then there was the earthquake. Surely that didn’t survive the quake.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, but I knew I wasn’t passing up the chance to kiss you.”

I grin, waggling my eyebrows at him. “You know, we could head back to the compound and do a little more than kissing. ”

Dalton shakes his head as he chuckles, pulling me forward to continue walking. “As tempting as that is. I want the next time we’re together to be after you’ve chosen me to be yours.”

Warmth rushes through me at the idea of making him mine, but my spirits plummet quickly as I recall there are five suitors who still want me to make them mine.

Ugh.

I really don’t know what I’m going to do—how I’m going to choose.

“Fuck,” Dylan curses as he pushes into me again.

Camden is leaning against the wall of the pool, holding me up while I lean against his chest.

This wasn’t what I had in mind when I suggested a late-night swim after we made it back from our date, but I can’t say I mind all that much.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Dylan asks with a smirk. “It feels like your pussy is trying to swallow me whole.”

I throw my head back with another moan because he’s right—I am close. So close that all it takes is Camden’s finger bumping against my pebbled nipple to send me spiraling.

I scream loud enough that there won’t be any question about what we’re getting up to right now. I haven’t exactly been keeping it down before now, but it’s especially true right now.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, Emilia.” Dylan slows his pace but continues to move in and out of me.

“Thank you,” I murmur. “But if you don’t start fucking me hard and fast, I’m going to let Camden take over.”

Dylan howls with laughter, but takes my threat seriously as he picks up his pace. Since we’re in the pool, it makes it harder to get the same speed as we can outside of the pool, but I expect him to at least try .

So when he pushes me off the cliff again, I’m not surprised.

Do you know what surprises me? When his knot slips inside me as he ruts into me, and I’m not even a little mad. I just wish we’d talked about it first.

Then he’s coming, his cock jerking inside of me—filling me with cum. I fall right over the edge again before collapsing back against Camden. Dylan pulls me out of Camden’s arms and carries me out of the pool.

“Come on, Camden,” he calls as he settles us onto a lounge chair. Because he’s so much taller than me, my head doesn’t even reach his shoulder as I cuddle against him.

I’m surprised when he lowers the top of the chair, but I have to remain upright as he leans back. He pats his chest.

“Come fuck my face, Camden.”

“Ohhh, yes, alpha. That sounds delightful.” Camden ducks down to kiss me and then my belly before straddling Dylan.

The groan he lets out when his head falls back has me wiggling on Dylan’s knot. I can hear his chuckle, but he can’t speak with Camden’s cock shoved down his throat.

His hands find my hips, helping me rock on top of him.

Well, this is hot as hell, and I’m totally down to see how many times the three of us can come before we’re interrupted.

Maverick’s purr rumbles against my back, and I melt further into him.

Tonight he was supposed to take me into Rancho Mirage for our date, but I hadn’t felt up to it. Instead, we’re lying in my bed with him spooning me as he purrs.

We’ve been talking for hours, but he’s never stopped purring. I don’t know what it is about an alpha’s purr, but they’re my catnip—the one thing that will always make me relax.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” I find myself asking .

“If that’s what you’d like me to do, then I would love to.” I can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

Tomorrow is the rose ceremony, and I want him to sleep in here with me. I can’t really blame him for being cocky about that.

I still don’t know exactly what I’m going to choose tomorrow, but I know it will be the last rose ceremony—my final decision about my pack.

I don’t have long left before this baby comes.

I haven’t mentioned it to anyone yet, but there’s a chance I won’t even make it through the rose ceremony before the baby comes. I’d like to because I want to bond with my mates before having the baby.

I just don’t know who all that’s going to be.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“That I have some tough decisions to make, and I’m not sure I’m ready to make them just yet.”

He shrugs. “Then don’t. You should have another week, right?”

I chuckle, glancing at him over my shoulder. “About that. I don’t think I do. I haven’t told anyone yet, but tomorrow night’s rose ceremony will be the last.”

He laughs, burying his face in my neck. “Of course it will be. Because no one ever makes it to the eighth week.”

“Is that really a thing?” I ask, and he nods.

“None of the seasons have made it to the eighth week yet. I wonder if they ever will.”

“They should be lucky they make it that long,” I tell him with a laugh. “What if the omega decides on their pack in the second week? What will they do then? Not that they had to worry about that with me. Omegas always carry into their ninth month.”

He hums. “You could have found your pack earlier if you weren’t so set on pushing us all away in the beginning.”

“Maybe,” I agree. “But I don’t think I want to change a thing about how the season went. Except for the earthquake. I think we all could’ve done without that. ”

“You’re right about that.” He leans down to kiss me. “Let’s get ready for bed. I can tell you’re tired.”

My eyes are already closed. I’ve been half asleep for most of this conversation.

“Okay,” I agree, but don’t move. How can I as sleep pulls me under?