Page 47 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)
“We’re lucky to have such a sweet, caring omega,” Alister says, running his hand through the ruffles on my apron.
My omega is thrilled that he called us theirs, and my heart pounds, beating so fast it feels like my whole body is vibrating.
The vibrations may also be because of Alister, his deep purr rumbling through me like an earthquake.
I plaster myself against him, clutching his shirt. I can’t see his face in the shadows, but I feel safe with him.
I pull myself up, trying to reach Alister’s lips. He takes pity on my struggle, leaning down so I can wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
I immediately open my mouth and run my tongue over his lips. Alister growls and opens for me.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he takes advantage of my position to run his hands over my thighs and ass. I tighten my fingers in his hair, pressing my lips against him hard and licking his mouth like I want to taste his soul.
Alister grabs my hair to hold me in place and control our kiss. I whimper as he takes charge. I like this better.
He unzips the back of my dress, cool air brushing my exposed skin. It’s quickly replaced with warmth as Alister strokes down my spine, and I arch into him like a cat.
He pushes the dress down, and I help slide the straps off my arms. I reach back to undo the apron ribbon when the dress gets caught on it, but Alister stops me. He pulls the dress under it so the apron stays on.
I leave him in charge of the clothes and focus on how good it feels to be in his arms, finally kissing him.
A sudden whirring starts up nearby, but I ignore it.
Alister runs his fingers along the hem of my lacy underwear. He groans when he reaches the middle, where the edges just barely cover my pussy. He slides his finger under the fabric, and slick immediately drips out. With how wet I feel, I’m sure it’s running down his hand .
Alister’s grip on my hair tightens, and he bites my lower lip before pulling away.
“Is this all for me?”
I whine and nod into his neck. I need him so much I’m past words. I want Ciro too, why did he leave? He needs to come back.
Alister likes my answer, and I’m rewarded as he runs his fingers along my lips and circles my clit. I buck against him.
He kisses my neck as he teases me, making my legs shake and my omega go wild, wanting him to bond us and fuck us. If Alister didn’t have such a tight grip on my hair, I’d push my neck onto his teeth.
I whine in outrage when he sets me on my feet, but as he kneels in front of me, I cut it off.
Alister slides my dress off, lifting each leg and keeping a hand on my ass to brace me. He takes off my shoes next, and I’m left in just my frilly apron and lacy underwear.
Alister stares up at me while he sucks my slick off his fingers, eyes slitting in pleasure. His hold on my ass is the only thing that keeps me upright.
“How does it sound? Is it dripping at all?” Ciro calls out, coming around the corner.
He curses and skids to a halt. I look over my shoulder at him and catch him looking up and away.
“She is dripping,” Alister says.
“You know I was talking about the AC.”
“Come join us. It’s not too late to fulfill your promise of a date tonight.”
“Take her somewhere with a bed. The farm isn’t a place for tomfoolery.”
Alister laughs and stands up, putting his hands on my shoulders and letting Ciro get a good look at my backside.
“You sound older than me, Ciro. Don’t act like you’ve never thought about this. I’ve seen your search history,” Alister says.
It’s hard to tell in the dark, but it looks like Ciro’s face reddens, and his honeyed scent edges toward charred.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Take the princess home,” Ciro says.
He turns away and grabs his cowboy hat off the ground, shoving it on his head and picking up his tool bag.
“So it wasn’t you who looked up those primal alpha videos? And watched all the ones featuring chase scenes?”
Ciro stops rifling through the tool bag.
“What are you, my dads? Why are you looking at my internet history,” Ciro growls.
Alister laughs, unfazed. “You left your tablet in the living room, and I wanted to look something up. Your last viewed video was still open, and I looked through the history because I liked it and thought you might have found some more good videos. It turns out you did.”
Ciro glares at him.
“Fine, you can act out your fantasies. I’m going home,” he says, readjusting his hat, like there’s any sun for it to block.
“I think Daphne would have more fun if you joined us. Wouldn’t you, baby girl?”
I nod enthusiastically. I’m not good at running, but thinking about Alister and Ciro chasing me has my omega feeling feral, so I guess we’re going to give it a try.
Although I may hyperventilate before we even start, I’m so excited my thighs are wet and slippery.
We just need to get Ciro on board. I’m not sure why he’s protesting. I thought he liked me now that I showed him my flashlight skills.
I need to convince him I’m amazing at handling other flashlight-shaped things.
Unfortunately, I’m not very practiced at seducing someone, and the only thing I can think of is to shake my ass at him.
So that’s exactly what I do.
Ciro growls and steps closer, so it must be a decent way to seduce an alpha.
“Are you going to join us?” Alister says, running his hands down my cheeks and across my thighs, pulling my legs apart to show Ciro the thin strip of fabric barely covering me.
“This isn’t the place for that kind of thing,” Ciro repeats, but he takes another step closer.
“Flower Gully includes the surrounding forest, and we’re the only ones here. We can do whatever we want,” Alister says.
“She doesn’t even have shoes on.” Ciro is just a few feet away now.
“The ground is soft after the recent rain. Besides, if you catch her quickly, Daphne won’t have to worry about wearing out her feet.”
Ciro groans and reaches for me, but Alister spins me away before he can make contact.
Alister walks us backward, holding me in front of him, facing Ciro. I’m almost covered this way, except the apron is cut low enough that my nipples are partially visible.
“You have to catch her before you can touch her.”
Alister pulls on the side of my underwear, twisting it around his fingers until it tears, the sting making me moan.
Ciro snarls at him. “I didn’t say I was joining your little chase.”
Alister leans down to press his cheek to mine. “Don’t you want to catch your princess? You’ve been circling around her for days, and now she wants you to catch her. Unless you want her to beg for you?”
He pulls the skirt of the apron over my hips and puts his knee between my thighs. I moan and lean back, wrapping my arms around Alister’s neck as he rubs his leg against my pussy.
“I don’t want her to beg,” Ciro barks.
I twitch at the command, but I wasn’t planning on begging anyway, so it doesn’t affect me.
Well, not unless you count getting on all fours with my ass in the air as begging. And really, that’s just demonstrating a fun position to use.
Alister rubs his face against me, comforting me.
“Are you joining us or not?” he says in a hard tone, clearly not pleased with Ciro barking at me.
He must not be too mad at him though, because he uses two fingers to spread my pussy open and lifts me up on his knee to give Ciro a better view.
Ciro zeros in on his movements, Alister circling his middle finger around my clit. I whine and arch against him as my slick coats his pants.
Ciro’s nostrils flare. “Joining.”
Alister turns around suddenly and sets me on my feet.
I look back at him in horny confusion, already forgetting about the game we were going to play, eager to have them fuck me.
I can see Ciro behind Alister, still staring at me.
“Run until we catch you, baby girl,” Alister says. “If you want to stop, just tell us.”
He lets go, and I take an unsteady step forward. I keep looking back at them, unsure why I’m not supposed to run into their arms instead of away .
“We can smell you, baby girl. Your silky-sweet perfume is drowning out the scent of every other flower on the farm. We’ll give you a five-minute head start to make this a fair chase,” Alister prompts me.
Now I remember why I want to run from them: because, fun.
I grin and make eye contact with Ciro, sticking my tongue out at him. I savor the brief image of outrage on his face before I take off running, laughing as I go.
Alister laughs too, but Ciro’s rolling growl chases after me as I weave through the farm, aiming for the forest.
Ciro’s always so grumpy. If he wants to be belligerent, I can match his energy.