Page 22 of Knot Now Knot Ever

“Fawn,” he answered, nuzzling against my skin. “You’re mine… how are you mine? I’m an Omega. Fuck it, I don’t care. I’m keeping you because you’re mine.”

Words were coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t tell you what I said. I thought my world was already turned upside down with the news there was another Alpha I was scent-matched to. Then this woman walked in, and my world halted as her scent reached me. Never in my twenty-one years had I felt an attraction to a woman. I appreciated women all the damn time, but nothing that would make me desperate to know them intimately.

I was fully aware that even for an Omega, I was a highly sex-driven individual. Up until this moment, it had been exclusively directed toward men. Yet, here I was fighting off the urge to peel the clothes off this angel who’d fallen to Earth so I could taste her. Yes, I absolutely wanted to bury my cock deep in her pussy and feel her walls squeeze me as she came, screaming my name. However, I knew I would be just as happy with us naked, curled up like kittens sleeping in the sun.

Why? Why was this woman so different and all-consuming?

In a way, it made me feel guilty. I was already bonded with three amazing Alphas I loved, and they loved me. Zachary, my big burly papa bear, was my best friend and my Dom, who knew just how to make me beg for his knot. Yes, I shared my papa bear with Tanner, his partner, and another one of my bonded Alphas. They’d been together before our pack was officially established and were over the moon when I was scent-matched to them. Tanner shared my zest for life, adventure, and fun, but he carried a woundedness about him. My playful Alpha always tells me I’m the best medicine when he has dark days.

Last but not least was my bonded Alpha, Pascal. Some people find our relationship odd, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Pascal was the oldest in our pack and fifteen years my senior, which is probably why I viewed him as an older brother. When I needed advice, a person just to cuddle up next to with no expectations, or someone I trust won’t judge me for my past, Pascal is who I go to.

These three men were my family, my pack, and I thought our little world was perfect. Then with one email leading to an impromptu meeting, I couldn’t believe I didn’t know something important was missing. Correction, someone not something—two someones were missing.

“Cub, you need to let her go,” Zachary murmured, his large, comforting hands on my hips. “Be good, and let the rest of us meet our Omega.”

Our Omega? This woman was an Omega? Holy shit, was Zachary saying he was scent- matched to her as well? Could that even happen?

This revelation got my lizard brain to disengage and allow for a higher level of thought. Such as the fact I was wrapped around this poor woman like a damn koala and didn’t even know her name. I think she asked me mine at one point, but I couldn’t tell you if I answered.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized as I let Zachary pull me against his broad chest. “There is zero excuse for my behavior and disregard for your personal space. I swear to you I normally believe in the mantra, consent is key. It was the craziest thing, though. Your scent hit me, and all I knew was I couldn’t let you walk away. You have no idea how⁠—”

Zachary gently placed his hand over my mouth, stopping the flow of word vomit I couldn’t seem to stop. “Take a deep breath, cub. Everything will be all right.”

Doing as he instructed, I took a deep breath, and when I let it out, I sagged against him. I playfully licked the inside of his hand, knowing the reaction it would get out of him.

“Don’t play games, cub. This is an important moment for all of us,” Zachary warned, speaking in a low voice for only me to hear. “Take a good look at her. She’s terrified.”

Panic surged through me at the thought I’d made this precious angel scared because of my actions. Eli, the Alpha we’d come to meet, stood behind her, his hand on her shoulders in a protective gesture. Wait, were they scent-matched too? None of this was making any sense.

Setting those questions aside, I looked at the woman who had me questioning my entire existence. She had thick, honey-blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, framing her elegant face. Her cobalt-blue eyes were striking, so rich with color I wanted to get lost in them. They were a prominent feature since her panic was making them wider than normal as her gaze flicked between the four of us.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” Tanner said, his most charming smile on display as he held out a hand to her. “I’m Tanner.”

She looked from his face to his hand a few times before taking his hand. “Lyra.”

“Lyra, that means harp or sweet music, depending on the dialect,” Pascal shared, drawing her attention to him. “I think it suits you perfectly.”

“Thank you?” Lyra said, although it sounded more like a question.

“Forgive me. I’m a bit of a language buff. It’s a hobby of mine to study them as well as learning to speak them,” Pascal explained, looking rather embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “My name is Pascal, which is aptly chosen since I was born the same week as Easter.”

I had to cover my mouth with the sleeve of my sweatshirt as I watched the ever-composed and logical Pascal trip over his feet just talking to our angel. Not once had I ever heard him talk about past relationships or if he ever wanted a romantic connection with someone. It would seem he’d been waiting for the perfect person, and it just might be Lyra.

“Hi, Lyra, I’m Zachary, and I’m not sure if he actually introduced himself or not, but this is Fawn,” Zachary shared, introducing us, then kissed my temple before he released his hold on me. My papa bear had always been the most outwardly affectionate of my three bonded Alphas.

“Why don’t we take a seat and chat for a moment? I think we’ve all been a little surprised by this meeting,” Eli suggested.

With the whirlwind of Lyra entering the room, I hadn’t had much chance to focus on this new Alpha. He was handsome as hell and had that whole aloof billionaire vibe going for him, which drew me like a moth to a flame. His suit was tailor-made and expensive as shit, and his hair was neatly trimmed and perfectly styled. This man took pride in all he did and probably struggled with knowing how to relax. I’d seen many of his type in my days as an exotic dancer before meeting my Alphas. They were the best tippers and always bought the good shit to drink.

Despite all that, I watched as he wrapped an arm around Lyra’s waist and protectively tucked her against his side. When he walked past, I couldn’t help but lean in and draw in a deep breath, letting his rich scent flood my senses. The headiness of the teakwood, followed by the smooth warmth of bourbon, was exactly what I expected from a dominant Alpha like him. When they sat on the couch, I waltzed right over, plopped down next to Eli, leaned my head on his shoulder, and sighed in relief as the contact wasn’t rejected.

Peering up at him, I stared boldly into his icy-blue gaze. “You smell like a scent match to me, but the real question is, do you feel the same about me?”

Eli shifted, turning his body so I had to lift my head, causing me to pout. The pout quickly turned into a moan as Eli gripped my jaw, tilted my head to the side, and ran his nose down my neck.

“Fawn, you smell like the most addictive fucking dessert I could imagine,” Eli informed me, his deep voice making me shiver as I was instantly turned on. “If I were a lesser man, I might not be able to fight the urge to see if your taste is as decadent as your scent.”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my dick rock-hard but thankfully trapped in my jeans. Had I been wearing one of my skirts, everyone would have seen how his words affected me. “If you keep talking like that, I might just come on the spot.”