“Jesus, Lily,” he says in the same moment, a flash of regret tightening his features. “This isn’t how I planned this would go…”
“Screw plans,” I moan, feeling the swell of his knot press against my folds. I’m so slick and needy, the engorged flesh is right on the verge of pushing its way into my stuffed channel. “Knot me, Otley. I’m going to come again, and I want to do it when you’re deep inside me.”
He groans in a mixture of ecstasy and defeat, because his eyes are full of awe as his knot fills me to the brim. The stretch is painful – a sharp pain like an elastic band snapping on my skin – but I shiver in triumph.
He’s in me and nothing else matters.
Right up until the door opens and Logan and Tristan step into the suite.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR – LOGAN
“Holy shit,” Tristan breathes at my side, his fingers sunk into my bicep like they plan on fusing there. “I knew it wasn’t just the road trip vibes making me hard.”
I’d side-eye him for that, since he’s been twitching in his seat ever since we entered the Rocky Mountains, but I can’t tear my gaze away from the sight in front of me.
Lily is naked on her back, her arms stretched between two bedposts and secured with a pair of ties. Otley – who looks a hell of a lot different out of his three-piece-suits - is rocking against her, his cock buried between her thighs. And, if I’m not mistaken, he’s not just fucking her, but he’s knotted her so deep I can’t be certain they aren’t fused together, too.
“Lily?”
Her head turns towards me, but her reflexes are sluggish, her eyes hazy and unfocused. The smile she gives me is as breath catching as ever, but it barely twitches over her lips before her gaze slides back to Otley. He murmurs something low and intimate and her back arches, a gasp spilling from her lips.
“Oh, wow,” Tristan gasps, his fingers digging deeper into my muscle. “That’s a beautiful stretch.”
I grunt in reply, because I know he isn’t just talking about her posture.
I can see how loose she is in his arms, like she’s clay and he’s spinning her on one of those wheels. Jealousy, thick as tar, floods my system, and Tristan’s smile fades as he studies my face. But what can he expect? She’s putty in his goddamn hands. Or in this case, on his freaking knot. And thesmell… Lily’s arousal has always short-circuited my brain, but now it’s overlaid with the musk of a rutting alpha. And not justanyalpha, but one whose chemistry is a perfect match for my mate’s.
“Hey!” I snap before I can stop myself. “Ease up!”
The sharp edge to my voice gets Lily’s head turning back in my direction. But it also tightens the restraints on her wrists, and I catch the slightest wince beneath her haze. “Is he hurting you?”
She blinks, confusion written all over her face until I stride over and grab one of the ties fastened to the bedpost. “What is this shit?”
Painful color floods her cheeks, a thread of something sour marring her scent. “It’s okay, Logan. I asked for it.”
I sniff suspiciously, but there’s no denying that the perfume of her arousal is almost as strong as the cherry-scented pheromones in the air.
I take a step closer, reaching out to cup her flushed face. Her lips are swollen and her hair is tangled around her shoulders, freshly fucked and irresistible. I push back a messy curl, my thumb swiping across my mating bite. No fresh marks that I can see, which is only polite when you’re dick-deep in another alpha’s mate.
“You like this, LeeLee?” She nods her head, her teeth sunk into her puffy bottom lip as her gaze darts around the room. It’slike she’s looking for reassurance and something painful twinges in my chest. I have to remind myself that while I’ve known her most of my life, we haven’t been intimate for long. Based on what I can see here, there’s clearly a lot I still need to learn about my beautiful mate.
I brush a soothing hand along the underside of her left arm, which is stretched above her head in a tempting arch. “You want me to untie you, so you can take a bath?”
It’s not lost on me that Otley’s knot has gone down, and that the spaced-out look in Lily’s eyes is fading. I’m assuming this is an appropriate time to step in, but the alpha makes a rumbling sound of protest, and I scowl at him in warning. “You got a problem with that?”
His gaze is still locked on Lily, whose cheeks are growing redder by the second. “No, just…”
“Aftercare,” Tristan says softly, his touch on my arm now careful, like he’s trying not to spook me. “Ot just wants to make sure she’s okay.”
“Right.” I’ve heard of aftercare, but I don’t know much about it, except that there’s not a lot of time for it when you’re getting off in the desert. “I think we’ll manage.”
I make quick work of the restraints, then carry Lily through to the bathroom, which is like something out of a magazine. The entire house is pretty much picture perfect, and I feel a stab of insecurity in my tight chest. I’m self-aware enough to know that finding Lily riding the knot of a guy who can give her a dream life is messing with my head, no matter how okay I thought I was with the whole scent match thing.
I mean, it makes sense that she’s into the other alpha. I wasn't joking about him giving off a can-do vibe. If he’d signed up, he'd probably be a fucking general, while I’ve never had the stomach – or patience - for politics. I enjoy telling people to jump just asmuch as the next domineering alpha, but now I reserve that shit for the gym.
“You know,” I tell Lily as I walk us into a shower the size of a locker room, “if you want me to boss you around, I've had years of practice running bootcamps.”
Her head is resting on my shoulder, but now she looks up at me. “It’s not that.”
