She nods slowly. “Yeah.”
My pulse kicks. I feel it everywhere—in my chest, my cock, my fucking blood. But she’s tucked into my arms, purring like she won a game I didn’t know we were playing, and I swallow hard.
“I didn’t do it to provoke you,” she says. “I didn’t even realize until I walked through the door and you looked at me like that. And then…” She swallows. “It was like I woke something up.”
“You did,” I rasp, voice gone hoarse. “Fuck, Emery. You smelled like him. You had him in you.”
“I know.”
“I couldtaste it.”My hand tightens on her hip, my knot twitching, still locked deep inside her. “I went fuckinginsane.”
“I could tell.”
There’s a beat of silence: the kind that feels like something coiled and waiting.
And then she adds, voice low and almost teasing:
“You didn’t… hate it though.”
I lift my head.
Her eyes are on mine, and there’s a glint there now—mischief, maybe. Or invitation.
“No,” I admit, my voice darker now. “I didn’t.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“You’re saying you liked me getting knotted by one of your teammates?”
“I’m saying,” I murmur, leaning in until my nose brushes hers, “that I don’t mind the idea of you with them.”
Her breath catches.
“But not without me.”
Her eyes go wide, lips parting.
“I wouldn’t let them touch you unless I was there. Unless I was part of it. Unless… unless I made sure they knew whose omega you were.”
“Beau…”
The sound of my name from her mouth like that—soft and reverent, practicallyruined—makes every feral instinct in me roar again.
“You want that?” I ask. “You want to be fucked by my whole team with me watching? With me helping?”
Her breath stutters, and I feel her clench around me.
“I wouldn’t mind the sound of that,” she whispers.
Fuck.
I groan, head dropping to her shoulder again.
“You’re going to ruin me.”
Her hand finds mine where it rests on her belly, lacing our fingers together.
“You’re the one who lost control,” she murmurs.
