“People’s scents change at the moment of orgasm.” I move closer to her, despite Nathan’s gaze tracking me, the flash of his teeth and low snarl. “Not every alpha can smell it, but enough of us can. There’s a note—a particular inexpressible sweetness in that brief second—that’s unmistakable. Addictive.”
I stop there, for fear it’ll sound like I’m trying to convince her if I go on, even though I’m not sure which is the best way option. Instead, I say, “It’s your choice, whichever option we take. I’ll support you.”
“All right, I’ll do it.” She straightens and lifts her chin as she nods at Dan. “You’ll need to knot me—that’ll be the fastest way to get me over. Shouldn’t be too tricky. I’m no omega, but after all that’s happened, I should be slick enough.”
Even as she talks, she shimmies out of her pants and panties, then kicks them to the side. Her scent was muted before in contrast to Nathan’s. Now, sweet cranberry mixes with snuffed candle atop layers of forest and my own apples and cedar, all interwoven with alpha musk and arousal. The combination makes for an impossibly sweet, tangy confection—if blood hadn’t already been filling my cock, it would’ve grown hard in that second.
“Ah—it would be better if we can make him come again, close to when you are, too,” Dan says.
“Right.” Johanna draws a deep breath. Moving back to the foot of the bed, she leans forward, toward Nathan’s groin, then shakes her head. “Push him down this way so I can reach his cock without getting on the bed. My knees aren’t what they used to be.”
Shifting Nathan forward while keeping him from lurching at Johanna isn’t easy. He’s gone pretty much non-verbal apart from occasional mumbled words that could bemineormate. Dan restrains his arms and shoulders while I ease Johanna out of the way and pull on his legs. Not having indulged in orgiessince my youth, I’d forgotten how having more bodies in a room seems to require exponentially more coordination.
“I couldn’t take a knot when I knew you before,” Johanna remarks with a teasing glance at Dan as she returns to the foot of the bed and runs her hands over Nathan’s dripping cock. “Let’s see what you’ve got now.”
“I’ve never—this would be my first.” Dan turns bright red, competing notes of spice and decay fleetingly manifesting in his scent. His arousal tents his pants, but his smell makes his uncertainty clear. “I don’t want it like this. Corin?” His voice rises several notes on my name.
“Then we’ll save that for later, so it can be special.” Johanna blushes almost as much as him when their gazes meet.
They’re beautiful as their bodies yearn toward each other. Nathan evidently agrees with me on that. He doesn’t growl or scowl as he does with me.
“Corin?” Johanna’s soft invocation breaks the momentary spell.
I swallow, pushing away flickers of guilt at gaining the opportunity to knot Johanna a second time before either of the others gets a first. Nathan’s alpha growls, but it turns to a moan as she strokes his cock and bends over to lick the tip.
I move behind her, undoing my pants, and my cock springs out. No purpose racing to fill her when knotting isn’t the end goal: her pleasure—and thesmellof her pleasure—is. Indulging in the feel of her soft, silky skin, I run my hands along her neck, dip around the sides to cup her breasts, and fondle her nipples into tight points.
She squirms and, despite having a mouth full of cock, makes the most delightful squeals and moans.
Aligning our bodies, I press my cock in slowly. Her tight, wet heat envelops me, making me hiss and grit my teeth against the urge to thrust and claim and bite. We’re doing this to breakNathan’s rut; I cannot slip into rut myself. I stop with the tip of my just-swelling knot against her entrance.
She’s bent over Nathan’s cock, her sucking and licking interrupted by panting and high whines. She pushes her bottom back against me, begging wordlessly for me to fuck her or for my knot.
I remember enough of our previous time making love to keep from hard thrusting. Instead, I sneak a hand between her mound and the bed. Slip a finger between her soaking folds to fondle her clit the way she showed me the other night: soft but firm circular clockwise strokes.Counterclockwise makes her wrinkle her nose and wiggle restlessly.
The measure of my success? She starts having trouble focusing on Nathan’s cock.
Nathan’s moaning, back arching. Dan holds him, though his gaze is fixed on Johanna.
“Please, please al—” Johanna stops sucking long enough to manage a muffled plea, cutting off before she says alpha.
Even that little bit pushes Nathan over the edge. He shouts andcum fills Johanna’s mouth as she licks and sucks, excess dribbling down the sides.
Hands tight on her hips, I press my swelling knot inside. A long, birdlike cry escapes her as she leaves Nathan’s still twitching cock, arching back.
Her muscles clench about me. Her perfume changes for a moment, carrying that sweet whiff of her orgasm. I grit my teeth and hold back my peak so Nathan can scent her fully before I break and fill her with my cum.
Nathan’s eyes go almost all pupil for a long moment. Breaking from Dan’s hold, he jackknifes up, mouth open and teeth bright as he instinctively aims for Johanna’s shoulder.
But Dan’s also in motion.
Nathan’s teeth bite deep—not into Johanna, but Dan’s arm.
Chapter 37
Temporary or Permanent?
NATHAN
