Page 83 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

There’s that word again, but this time, I know he said it intentionally. Connor understands he messed up tonight, so he’s going to prove he can follow through.

He moves slowly, circling my pelvis while he’s still firmly inside me. Every shift rubs his knot against me, and I feel the slick dripping over it, soaking his pants and probably the chair below. It’s a miracle the others haven’t smelled us yet but they’re too busy arguing.

Dez plays and Nate throws down his cards in frustration. “You know that’s fucking illegal.”

“Don’t be such a sore loser.”

“Sore loser?! Are you shitting me?”

Score one for competitive alpha bullshit.

“Here you go, angel. Take it nice and quiet,” Connor whispers, knot slipping inside me. The stretch as it inflates satisfies the part of me that’s been dying on his lap. Connor’s hips kick once and he swears into the back of my neck, our fingers wrapped together as he fills me with cum.

My hips jerk, trying to simulate rutting. Connor stops the movement, and I fold over the table, teeth clenched against my own orgasm and completely un-fucking-caring that I’ve just spoiled our little secret.

The argument stops and I feel my alphas’ eyes on me.

“Daph?”

“You okay, kitten?”

Another moan trickles out of me and the air stills before Nate shoves his chair away, nearly crawling under the table. “What the fuck. You get mad at us for not waiting, but you’re knotting Daph at the table?”

“Pretty sure he’s doing that because of earlier,” I pant, trying not to move as Connor’s thumb swirls my clit absently.

The urge to grind is so bad, and it gets worse when he shifts my legs to the outside, using his thighs to spread me wide and give his brother a view. Nate’s breath catches and he curses long and loud, causing Dez to peer down to see for himself. His whistle makes me flush, but I like it.

“How are we supposed to play knowing she’s impaled on you like that? It’s fucking torture.” Nate drops his head to my thigh and looks up at me. “Tell him, kitten.”

He looks utterly ridiculous, but I kind of love him like this. “Uh…”

“Nope. She’s mine right now.” Connor shoves Nate off and twists so he can’t get back to me without walking around the table. “Maybe you’ll think about that next time you fuck her before I get home.”

“They’re not required to wait for group sex,” I say firmly. No way am I letting an alpha decide how and when I get fucked. Especially not this one.

Connor nuzzles my cheek, dipping to kiss along my neck. “Of course not, angel. I only meant that we had plans to take you as a pack later and these two couldn’t wait. Now they get to suffer through the smell of your delicious cunt while I keep you trapped on my knot all night.”

That’s evil. I like it.

When Nate realizes I’m not going to help, he climbs back into his chair, sulking. Dez just watches me with heated eyes as I try to get comfortable.

True to his word, Connor keeps me there all night. When his knot goes down, he grinds me against him or rubs my clit until I’m swearing against the tabletop again. The distraction makes it impossible to focus and even though we don’t beat the others every game, I’m pleased with each win we manage.

Most of all, I’m just happy to be here. This is what I’ve always wanted. Comfort. Intimacy. Family. Time together surrounded by my alphas’ warmth, their scents, and their love.

I feel it in the way Nate and Dez look at me, how they listen to what I say or laugh at my jokes.

The joy they hide when I win, even as they pretend to be annoyed or upset.

This is what a pack is supposed to be beyond the sex and pheromones.

It’s love. Even if I’m not ready to admit I’m there yet, I know what it feels like because of them.

I’m less confident about Connor’s feelings, if only because shit like tonight keeps derailing us, but moments like this make me rethink everything.

He’s so sweet when he wants to be. Here and present and all mine when he’s not pulled away by something else.

Some things just take more time. Maybe Connor Morgan is one of them.

When the games are finally done and I’m so overstimulated I’m ready to explode, he bends me over the table and ruts.

We make a mess of us and the floor, but he doesn’t seem to care.

He keeps going until my arms collapse and I end up resting my cheek on Nate’s hand.

Until my legs shake and my skin puckers with goosebumps while Dez holds my wrist in his warm, comforting grasp.

Until my voice is hoarse from begging for more. Begging for them.

Only when my body jerks with aftershocks does Connor collapse over my back, panting into my shoulder. His lips run across my skin the same way his hands do, cherishing me with every touch. “You’re incredible, Daph. I’m so proud of you.”

Dez leans over the table to kiss me gently. “You did good, little muse. You hungry?”

“No,” I moan, grunting when Connor’s knot deflates enough for us to separate. My body clenches, trying to keep him inside me where he belongs, but I think I need a break after all. “Want my nest.”

Nate’s between my thighs, cleaning me up with a warm washcloth before giving my pussy a soft kiss. “Let’s get you next door, then.”

Connor’s expression drops, though he tries to hide it with a brittle smile. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, angel.”

“No!” I snatch his arm before he can go anywhere. “Come with us.”

“Are you sure?”

Not really, but it would make things worse to be without him after everything earlier. We need to reconnect, for tonight at least. Orgasms are great, but what Connor and I really need is time. “Yeah.”

He squeezes my hand. “I’d love to come.”

As we head outside in the chilly air, I can’t help but wish I didn’t have to leave to go to my safe space.

It’s too soon to move in or ask them to outfit a room for me, but the thought lingers, following me upstairs where Pack Morgan waits outside my nest as I add their clothes to the tangle of sheets and pillows.

When it’s ready, I feel almost shy inviting them inside.

Dez and Nate are comfortable, offering sweet words of encouragement as they settle into their usual spots, but Connor waits at the door for permission.

My hand lifts on its own, outstretched and waiting for him to take it.

It feels poignant, the moment he slides his fingers over my palm, lacing us together.

Like I’ve been waiting for this my entire life.

With a light tug, he’s inside, head turning as he sees my inner sanctum from this side of the door. Connor takes it in, his pale eyes are warm and soft. “You have a beautiful nest, omega. Absolutely perfect.”

“I expect to see you in it more.” Probably a little too soon, but I can’t help myself. I want these men and I’m going to use whatever tools I have to keep them.

He gives me the brightest smile. “I can do that.”