Page 103 of Knot Her Beta

The lock releases slowly, my body yielding around Jared’s softening cock. I lift my head, my breath still uneven, and catch the scent of fresh linen on sun-warmed cedar blooming into the pheromone-saturated air of the bedroom with a warmth that cuts through the bright green of my own scent like sunlight through cloud cover.

My Omega.

My body screams for him.

Leif stands in the doorway, his burgundy shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, his chest bare beneath it. His mauve-taupe hair is damp at the temples, his periwinkle eyes dark and fixed on me with an intensity that has my stomach dropping.

I can smell every note of him, layered and warm, and the bond pulls tight with a demand to Mark him and make him mine.

I’m off the bed in a flash, crossing the hardwood expanse, and I grip his jaw, his skin heating under my touch as I claim his lips in a kiss.

He yields on contact, a soft, broken whine escaping him. His hands come up to grip my shoulders as I back him into the doorframe, my body flush with his, the heat of him radiating through the open shirt.

His hands slide from my shoulders to my back, pulling me closer. Through his khakis, his hard dick ruts against my stomach, begging for attention.

Gripping his waist, I spin him away from the door and walk him backward with one hand at his chest and the other finding his belt. He moves with me, trusting me to guide him to where he needs to be.

The back of his knees hit the mattress, he sits, and I’m on him before he can rebalance, my knees bracketing his thighs, my hands working the open shirt off his shoulders.

The belt comes undone, his zipper lowers, and I push everything off his hips in one motion, laying him bare.

Dark mauve hair dusts his pecs and narrows into a happy trail before gathering in a trimmed bush around his pretty pink dick. It’s hard and flushed at the tip, heavy where it rests against the inside of his thigh.

I lean down, lips brushing his jaw before drifting to the soft pulse beneath his ear. His hand tangles in my hair, holding me steady as I ease forward, my breasts sliding over his chest, my hands settling on his shoulders.

I trace tiny circles with my tongue on the hollow of his collarbone, then sweep upward to his throat. He shivers, spine arching, and I linger with my lips there, my breath feathering over his warm skin. My fingers drift down his broad back, mapping each ridge of muscle until I cup his hips.

I slide back far enough to guide the head of him to my slick entrance, and he fills me, inch by inch, hot but also gentle despite the need my pheromones will have triggered in him. I gasp, hands clenching his strong thighs, and he moans deep in his chest as he stretches me open.

Heat blooms through my body as the soft part of his dick, midway up the shaft, unfurls and flutters open, teasing my channel, ready to be bred. I tilt my hips, riding him with more care than I did my Alpha, my breath slipping out on each fall of my hips.

Leif’s hand at my lower back keeps me anchored as I find that sweet spot where thrust and flex meet. His dick quivers in time with the pleasure I spill, soaking into those living folds. Sensations overload my system, and my heart races. In the back of my mind, the loss of not being pregnant still lingers, but at this moment, all I can think about is quickening my Omega’s womb so he can carry our pup.

I lean forward, kissing behind Leif’s ear, and he shifts beneath me to tilt his head, giving me his nape.

My own pulse throbs, and I grip Leif’s shoulders, hips rolling faster now, meeting the gentle suction of his dick, and heat blooms low in my belly, pressure coiling tighter until I can’t hold back. With one last, deep roll of my hips, my teeth find his neck, and I bite down hard enough to break skin as my lock engages, my inner muscles rippling to hold him open as I spill over him.

He moans and shudders, holding me tight, until our heartbeats settle.

I nuzzle his fresh Mark as my lock eases, and I lift off him carefully, my hand sliding to his dick to ensure his slits have all closed with my release still inside. He pushes into my fingers, soft now, but still sensitive.

Before Jared slides off the bed and pads toward the bathroom, he helps Leif lie back and covers him with the quilt. I turn to track Jared’s movement when my attention catches on Grady, who sits in the worn leather armchair in the corner of the bedroom.

I’d sensed him peripherally the whole time, but hadn’t realized how long he’d watched us. Now his hazel eyes are dark, his cheeks flushed and chest rising with quick breaths.

It seems my Beta enjoyed the show.

I slide off the bed and stalk over to kneel before him. My hands find his face, his trim beard tickling my fingertips as I bring my mouth to his, gentler with my Beta, who my instincts demand I claim, but who doesn’t share that same drive.

His mouth parts, and his tongue seeks mine, learning the flavor of the rest of his pack through me.

When I break the kiss, his eyelids sit at half-mast, and my name escapes him on a breathy sigh. “Emily.”

Purring, I kiss along his jaw, lingering at the hinge where bone meets throat, his pulse fluttering beneath my lips. My hands work at his shirt, buttons sliding free, and I push the fabric off his shoulders. I trail kisses down the column of his throat, nipping at his pulse.

He inhales in short, shallow bursts as I drop lower, my mouth finding the flat plane of his stomach, tongue tracing the lines of muscle down to his navel. He releases a groan and grips the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white.

Without looking up, I tug open his belt. His zipper follows, and I ease his jeans down far enough to nuzzle the warm skin of his inner thigh.