Page 100 of Torment Me Knot
I read it twice.
Then I read it a third time, because the first two times I'm mostly just staring at the words, reconciling them with my omega. Who has apparently decided that if I won't come to him, he'll drag me out through the phone screen.
I laugh before I can stop it. Short and startled and real.
Big girl panties.
Hot guilt follows the momentary shock. My omega had to text me to see me. That… isn’t good enough.
I swing my legs off the bed and stand, then sway because heated scents drift beneath the door. Flooded with grief and heat and arousal and pure, untarnished want.
Fuck.
My omega in need. My omega being tended by an alpha..
I’m not in my body as I walk downstairs. Aubrey speaks quietly. I can’t make out the words but I understand the tone.
Omega in need.
I should turn around. I know I should turn around and lock myself back inside the room, but I don’t. I step onto the landing. Through the kitchen, into the living area.
Aubrey straddles Ezra, his hands fisted in the front of Ezra's Henley, his back arching as Ezra kisses his neck, one hand cradling the back of his skull and the other moving between them. Ezra’s fist pumps up and down, stroking Aubrey’s cock.
I should go back upstairs.
Aubrey makes a sound that stops every thought I have. Low and male and urgent, his hips rocking into Ezra's grip, his fingers white-knuckled in the fabric of Ezra's shirt. Ezra murmurs low against his throat, a sound more than a word, and Aubrey shudders and sayspleasein a voice stripped of everything except want. Gods, the two of them.
Ezra is still fully dressed, unhurried, his whole attention on Aubrey like there is nothing else in the world worth looking at. And Aubrey is coming undone in his lap, throat bared, hips rolling in a slow desperate rhythm, and he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The two of them together are extraordinary.
My clit throbs, the sensation spreading through my body. Wet heat gathers between my thighs and I resist the urge to plunge my hand into my pants and tease myself.
I step toward them, then grip the doorframe hard enough to feel the edge bite into my palm.You're not going in there.
Ezra's hand moves faster. Aubrey's breath comes apart, stuttering into broken sounds, his whole body drawing tight. His spine curves. His thighs clench around Ezra's hips. He tips over the edge, mouth falling open, a cry tearing out of him, spilling over Ezra's fist in long shuddering pulses. Ezra holds him through every one of them, his hand slowing, his other arm wrapping tight around Aubrey's back as Aubrey's body goes slack and heavy with release.
I want to be in that room so badly. I want my hands on both of them. I want to be the one Aubrey collapses against, want to feel Ezra's arm brush mine as we hold him between us.
Ezra cleans his hand and then Aubrey with tissues, then draws Aubrey against his chest. Aubrey goes boneless into him, face pressing into the curve of his throat. His shoulders start to shake. The tears come quietly, without fight, and Ezra holds himtighter and strokes his back slowly, not trying to stop it, holding him through it.
The gentleness of it guts me. Ezra tucks his chin over Aubrey's head and closes his eyes and holds him, like Aubrey's tears are not a problem to be managed but a thing that's allowed to exist.
He’s better at this than I am. My clock has reached its last second. I step back onto a squeaky floorboard. Aubrey lifts his head.
He finds me in the doorway. Red-rimmed, lashes wet, cheeks flushed and still damp. He doesn’t make any attempt to hide what they’ve been doing.
“How long have you been standing there?” His voice is rough from crying but unhurried.
“Not long.”
He holds my gaze. “You should have come in.”
“I didn't want to interrupt.”
“You're our alpha,” he says. “You don't interrupt. You belong.” He pauses. “Which you would know, if you'd come out of your room.”
My throat constricts.
There it is.
