Page 41 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)

Daphne

S terling lifts me into the passenger seat of their SUV and buckles me in before shutting the door and hurrying into the back seat. Kieran waits for him to get settled before pulling away.

I look out the window and don’t see anyone around, so I think we got away with our Great Alley Escapade.

I need to be more careful though. At some point my luck is going to run out, and next time someone will notice my Parking Lot High Jinks or Middle of the Road Fuck.

I settle back in my seat, content with my evening of being well fucked and knotted.

An image pops into my mind of Kieran and Sterling watching as Feliks fucks me with his helmet on. The scene shifts, and Kieran is fucking me from behind while Sterling has his cock down my throat and Feliks sits nearby stroking his cock, helmet still on so I can’t see his expression.

The bloom of my perfume in the enclosed car has the alphas groaning. I look over to find Kieran’s cock is ready for another round .

I bend toward him automatically, but he pulls me back by the hair and puts me in my seat.

“That’s too dangerous to do while I’m driving,” Kieran says, though he sounds regretful.

“I know. I was just looking out your window,” I lie, crossing my arms and pouting.

Kieran chuckles and rests his hand on my thigh, squeezing it. That mollifies me slightly, and I let my arms drop.

“I should have brought you back here with me,” Sterling says, leaning forward.

I turn my pout on him. “Yes, you should have if there’s no fun allowed in the front seats.”

They both laugh at me.

“What were you thinking about that got you so excited?” Kieran asks.

“Nothing…”

Is post-sex the best time to bring up that you’re dating other people? I never got the chance to tell them before.

“It didn’t smell like nothing,” Sterling says, slipping his hand under his/my jacket.

I moan as his fingers circle my nipple. I try to tug his hand lower, but with his strength he easily ignores my efforts.

“Definitely smelled like you were thinking about something delicious,” Kieran adds.

Sterling widens his circling, cupping my breast briefly before releasing it without squeezing it or doing much of anything. He returns to stroking just at the edges of the most sensitive part.

“You said this wasn’t allowed while the car was moving,” I complain .

If they’re just going to edge me, I’m not going to play with them. I arch my back, trying to chase Sterling’s hand.

“You’re not very patient, are you?” Kieran says.

My frustrated, tormented moan turns into a squawk as I register what he said.

“I’m patient! You just won’t give me what I want!”

They’re laughing again. I growl at them in frustration, slick tickling my thighs.

I twist in my seat to do—something, I don’t know what. All I know is I need more, but before I can get anywhere, Sterling pulls me back against the seat, his hand around my throat to hold me in place.

I pant, openmouthed. Finally, we’re getting somewhere.

Sterling glides his fingers across my nipple. I squirm and rub my thighs together, dying for more friction. He squeezes my nipple and I moan loudly, tugging on his hair like a leash to pull him closer.

Kieran growls as my scent fills the SUV, but the ride seems steady, so it must not be enough to dangerously distract him. Serves him right for stopping me from getting at his cock.

My glee is short-lived as Sterling tightens his hold on my throat and grips my breast, trapping my nipple between his thumb and forefinger to tug and roll it.

I choke on another moan, not because his grip is too tight, but because I get stuck between that and a whine for more.

After I’m a wet mess, Sterling moves to my other breast, leaving the first one hot and throbbing.

I whine and pull on his hair, holding it close like a security blanket. Sterling growls and nuzzles my cheek, his scent mark soothing me briefly.

A particularly firm twist brings me right back to my desperation for more.

Sterling’s sweet scent tangles with mine, so strong that I’m sure he must be dripping precum. I turn my head, wanting a taste, but he still has me trapped against the seat.

I don’t know how I didn’t realize they were my scent matches until tonight.

Even though we were always around flowers or floral flavored foods before, they smell wayyy better than any flowers ever have.

I was clearly in denial that it wasn’t their scents filling my nose and scrambling my thoughts.

Still, it’s kind of embarrassing to find five scent matches and have it take this long for me to realize it.

Sterling, my bright, peony-scented match, teases me while I make a mess of his hair.

He doesn’t care, rubbing his face sweetly against mine, spreading his scent around, while he torments me without relief.

Every time I get close to coming from him playing with my nipples, it’s like he can sense it and backs off, starting over again with light playful touches and working up from there.

My thighs are covered in slick and I keep trying to arch my hips, but the seatbelt also conspires to hold me down.

If I were of a rational mind, I might think to get some relief for myself since Sterling isn’t keeping my hands trapped, except I want Sterling to touch me.

I’ve done enough touching myself over the years, I want someone else to touch me and bring me pleasure.

I growl at Sterling when he pulls his hand away, and he laughs softly. He moves his hands to my thighs, dragging his fingers through the slick, and I spread my legs eagerly. He cups my pussy, rubbing it, and I kiss, bite, lick at his jaw, face, wherever I can reach, to show my appreciation .

I vaguely hear Kieran groaning over my own noises, my hips bucking into the seatbelt when Sterling slides two fingers inside me.

He sets a quick pace and soon adds a third, the noises of him finger-fucking me turning me on even more, my whines mixing with the excited growls of my alphas and the noise of my pussy wet for them.

I come quickly since Sterling doesn’t edge me this time, fucking me through my orgasm and tightening his fingers on the sides of my throat. It feels like an out-of-body experience. Despite being strapped in and held down, I’m levitating.

Sterling releases my neck to caress my face, kissing my temple. He fingers me until even the twitches from the overstimulation stop and I’m a boneless mess, getting a few last strokes in before gently removing his fingers.

The sound of him sucking on his fingers is loud, but I’m too exhausted to crack my eyes open to watch.

Sterling kisses me, and I like that I can taste myself on him. If anyone else dared to try to kiss him, they’d quickly learn that he belongs to me.

I catch my breath while Sterling pets my hair. I wonder if everything I do with them will feel this good.

Kieran cracks the windows, and fresh air fills the car.

Eventually I notice we’re not moving, parked in a dark corner of a big parking lot. The other end of the lot has food trucks and tables.

The smell of grilling meat and fried sweet dough has my stomach growling.

“Don’t worry, Daphne, we’ll get you some food in a minute,” Kieran says, rubbing my stomach comfortingly, phone in the other hand.

I don’t know why I’m so hungry. I ate during my first date of the night. Maybe all the physical activity is using up my energy. It’s been a long time since I had this much sex, since my last heat, I guess.

That thought has me glancing down at Kieran’s still-hard cock, and I lick my lips. Before I can dive for it now that the vehicle isn’t moving, Sterling’s hand is around my neck again.

I pout at him, but Sterling kisses me sweetly in return, so I decide not to complain.

My stomach rumbles again, and because the odds of not getting caught when there are dozens of people within eyesight are low, I don’t push for another round.

“I can go get it. What do you guys want?” I say.

They jump to respond, talking over each other.

“We’re not sending you out there like this,” Sterling says.

“I’m not making you get us food,” Kieran adds.

I look pointedly at Kieran’s cock. “How do you expect to get food then?”

“We’ll have it brought over. I know the guys who work the taco truck, so I’ll text them our order and tip them extra for bringing it to us. Unless you want something else. I can bribe them into bringing us food from one of the other trucks,” Kieran says.

I’m already climbing over him to look out the window, pressing my hands against the glass and sniffing through the crack.

“There are tacos??”

Kieran chokes on a laugh. “There are tacos,” he confirms.

He holds his phone up in front of me, open to the menu.

I grab it and scroll through all the delicious options, my mouth watering .

“Let’s get you back in your seat while you look. Help me, Sterling,” Kieran says.

After staring at my exposed backside for a few seconds, Sterling does as he asks, and they maneuver me over the console and into my seat.

We place our orders, and Kieran grabs his jacket from the back to cover his lower half.

While we wait, we get around to the usual date activities.

They ask what led me to Starsfalls, and I tell them about finding Queen of Hearts.

I don’t have many interesting things to say about myself, so I quickly shift to asking about their hobbies.

Sterling says most of his interest lies in baking, though he sometimes unwinds with movie or game nights.

That makes me happy because my life is the same. I’ve been so focused on my dream job that it consumes most of my thoughts, even when I’m not at work. I was worried they would think I was boring or a workaholic.

Kieran agrees with Sterling, saying he’s the same way with his art, painting is his job and a hobby.

I can picture him brushing paint across a canvas, long fingers holding the paintbrush with precision.

I’ve always been impressed by people who can take a bank page and turn it into something, tell a story with it.