Page 82 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

When he still doesn’t seem convinced, Nate takes over. “Don’t worry, D. She likes when I talk about filling this pretty, slick cunt. Giving her the family she’s always wanted.”

I nod over and over. “Don’t stop.”

“Never, kitten.” Nate’s thrusts pick up and Dez helps me push my ass up, giving him free access to rut until neither of us can take it anymore. My orgasm explodes and he gives one long, deep thrust and groans my name, filling me until cum leaks onto Dez’s stomach.

Nate doesn’t knot me and as much as I want it, I know it’s because he doesn’t want me too sore. That small act of kindness makes my heart swell with something more than affection for these alphas. Something I’ve been ignoring for longer than I’d care to admit.

After Nate’s caught his breath, body covering mine, he kisses my neck and climbs off.

I sit back on Dez’s thighs, noting he’s covered in cum and slick.

It doesn’t seem to bother him, though. If anything, he seems pleased to have evidence of our evening all over him.

My fingers trace through the cum, mesmerized as I make words against his skin. Promises that I hope to keep one day.

Nate watches before eventually heading for the downstairs bathroom. “I’ll get some towels before that dries. Don’t want you getting flaky, D.”

“Thanks,” Dez says, completely deadpan.

“No.” I earned that cum, and I don’t want Nate stealing it.

With a growl of warning, I lick across Dez’s stomach, whining when their taste explodes on my tongue. Why don’t I do this more? Maybe I need to wake them up with their cocks in my mouth or lay on the couch and watch movies as I hold them in my throat. Anything to get more of us together.

It takes no time for me to clean Dez’s body, so I slide down and do the same to his dick. I don’t even need to reach for Nate before he’s there, hand gathering my hair so he can watch me clean him off. “You’re fucking perfect, kitten. So goddamn perfect.”

When my alphas are cum free, I reach for the towel, but Nate pulls it away. “Nope. We want you to stay messy.”

“What is it with you three and leaving me sticky?”

Dez nuzzles my cheek. “We like you smelling like us.”

“And how it looks.” I peer over my shoulder to find Nate thumbing his lip and staring at my pussy. He winks, then strokes himself. “Want to go again?”

Of course, that’s when Connor opens the door.

For a second, his face loses all frustration when he sees me.

There’s this soft smile, here then gone, that makes me think he’s so happy to be home.

Then, he freezes, nostrils flaring as he turns annoyed glares on his packmates.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You couldn’t wait? ”

“Should’ve been here.” Nate shrugs, pulling me onto my knees and into a hug as if he can feel my heart skip.

Peering around, I get my first look at the clock.

7:30 p.m.

Game night was supposed to start at six.

My eyes prick, a familiar pain burning its way through my system. Disappointment.

He’s here now , I tell myself as I slip off the couch and rush into Connor’s arms, pretending I don’t want to run away and cry. That this doesn’t feel just like before.

He kisses me softly, running his face along my neck and cheeks without needing to be told. “Smell good, angel.”

Con squeezes me tight, and it feels so right that I want to believe this is a one-time mistake, not a habit I need to look out for.

But I can’t stop thinking about the missed dinners and late dates that came before this man and how each one broke a little piece of me until I was nothing but shattered glass.

Promise I’ll be home on time.

He broke his word. Not by ten minutes, but over an hour. As much as I want to let it go and move on with our evening, I can’t.

“Where were you?” It takes an unholy amount of effort to keep myself from whining, but I manage it. Still, my voice is all broken glass.

Connor winces, and tension blooms between us. “I had to do something after work, and it ran late. I texted.”

We texted saying we’d miss date night, Daphne. We’ve got an important case at work that needs our attention.

I hate that Pack Parker’s voices creep into my head like this. Like these men are the same when I know they aren’t. They would never treat me like my exes did, but it’s so hard to remember when they’re making the same mistakes.

No, when Connor is making the same mistakes.

He’s going to hurt you just like they did , some insidious voice screams, and I don’t have it in me to fight it.

I pull away, needing him off me, but he follows, wrapping his body tight around mine. I don’t even realize my heart is racing, breathing ragged, until he purrs. “Breathe, Daph. It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

But does his promise mean anything when he keeps breaking them?

Connor cradles my cheeks, trying to catch my eye. I don’t want to look at him. “I’m sorry I let you down, but I swear to you, it was important.”

“Work?” I ask.

“No. Something else.”

The thing he isn’t ready to tell me. I feel it in my gut, even if he doesn’t say it. I almost push, almost make him spill because not knowing is making me go crazy, but I don’t. At this point, I’m not sure knowing will make things better. I’m not sure anything will.

“I can’t handle you breaking promises,” I whisper, fighting through memories that have no place here.

“I’m sorry, Daph. It won’t happen again.”

I want to believe him, I do, but Connor’s word is starting to mean less and less. Still, I let him hold me, his warmth seeping into the chill running over my bare skin. Let his hand sweep up my back in that comforting touch I’ve missed.

Who knows how long it’s been when he finally asks, “Do you still want to do game night?”

I debate cancelling, but I really want to spend time with the pack. I feel better when I’m around them. “Yes.”

His relief is sweet on my tongue. “Get dressed and we’ll start, okay?”

He moves to the others, furious whispers following as I search for my lingerie. I upend pillows and shake out blankets, finding nothing. It’s actually kind of ridiculous that I’m doing this butt ass naked, but whatever.

After searching the entire living room with my dripping cunt in full view, I finally realize that the panties are gone and pull on my skirt without them before rushing to the bathroom to freshen up. As I close the door, I hear Connor head upstairs, muttering, “This is torture.”

If he’d been here on time, he could’ve joined. Now he gets to suffer. And yeah, maybe that makes me feel better too.

When we’re ready, he leads me to the table where Nate and Dez have already pulled out a stack of games. “I’ve never played any of these.”

“Ohh. I get to take your virginity this time,” Nate teases, winking when my face flames.

“I didn’t know!” I say, shoving him away with a little growl.

The second he kisses me, I melt like the lovesick bitch I am. “I know, kitten. Glad it was you, though.”

Awwwww. Cute alpha.

While the others set up the game, Connor tries explaining it but I’m the type that needs to see it in action before I understand, so he offers to be on my team.

“C’mere.” He pats his lap, and I slide on happily. There aren’t enough hours of the day to cuddle these men the way I want. No way am I turning down an opportunity like this.

They pass out the cards and I lean forward on my elbows, trying to figure out what the hell we’re doing. After Connor instructs me on my first play, he whispers, “Lift up.”

I do it absently, bracing against the table so I can see what Nate does. When Con finally leads me back to his lap with a hand on my hip, I’m surprised to feel the head of his cock press against me.

I lean back as much as I can. “What the hell, Connor?”

“Seems like I’ve got some apologizing to do. You in?” His thumb strokes my skin patiently, but is there really a decision to make? My alpha’s right here, waiting for me to take him. Of course I’m going to do it.

We may be struggling with the emotional part, but sex is always where we get things right.

The slow drop onto his cock steals my breath, especially when he wraps a hand around my body to cup my pussy. That thumb strokes my clit, making me gasp.

Connor tuts in my ear. “No sounds, angel. It’s just you and me.”

It’s exactly what I need from my distant alpha.

He’s deep in this position and so fucking hard, I’m not sure how long I’ll last. I keep expecting him to shift, to thrust or grind my hips into him. Instead, he stays exactly where he is. Frustrated, I swivel my body, only to be stopped with his long fingers on my thighs.

“Move,” I demand softly.

“No.” When I blink at him, Connor brushes his lips over my cheek and smirks. “Not going to fuck you, Daph. Just going to stay inside your nice, warm body all night long.”

Ohhhh. Cockwarming is something I’ve always wanted to try, but tonight, I want to grind.

Want to force my alpha deeper and chase the orgasm that just having him inside me builds.

I want his knot and his cum more than I want this secret fuck we’re doing.

But I wait because having Connor in such an intimate way is a reconnection we desperately need.

Of course, having him inside me leaves little brain power for the actual game and I quickly lose the first round.

Dez kisses my hand before refocusing on his cards. “It’s okay, little muse. You’ll do better next time.”

Nate nods, making a decision that has my other alpha swearing. With all their attention elsewhere, I give mine to the man inside me.

“Connor,” I whine softly, turning into his neck. “I need more.”

He wavers, but doesn’t give in. “This isn’t sex.”

“Please?” I’m so fucking horny that my emotions are getting out of control. That’s likely from the sheer exhaustion of the day and the rollercoaster when he arrived, but it doesn’t change that I need to come.

I think this is all I’m getting until his hands shift to my hips. “Stay still. Take what I give you, and I’ll fuck you to sleep later. Promise.”