Page 131 of Knot So Social

And all the while, Alessandro holds me, cradling my body like it’s worth more than crown jewels, whispering words of encouragement and telling me how beautiful I am.

From my knees, he rolls me onto my side and then pulls me into his lap. I slip in sweat and our combined cum, shaking with exertion and pleasure as I shatter once more, heaving from the force of the orgasm. My legs shake as cum trickles down my thighs.

“So perfect,” Alessandro croons.

He dips his thumb along my inner thigh and wipes up a trail, bringing it to his mouth. I stare at the glistening coating on his lip, blinking away bright spots from my vision.

He gazes down at me. “I don’t think you realize how beautiful you are, my omega. Your face this way, the flush on your cheeks. I have the greatest honor in the world to witness your pleasure.”

A sob catches in my throat and I slump down on his neck.

“You’re the one who looks like a model,” I rasp out. My chest heaves into his with my ragged breathing. “Shit, I’m so spent.”

“Already?” he asks, stroking my back. “But I’m not finished with you.”

I straighten to stare at him, arms shaking with the effort. He’s perfectly serious, and as if to set me straight, his rigid cock touches my ass. How the hell does this man stay hard after so many times, without any heat pheromones?

Even though I know this alpha isn’t like the pack I was with years ago, I can’t stop the memory of being pushed against my will, drained dry until I had nothing left to give.

Our eyes meet and Alessandro freezes in place. He sinks down beside me and pulls me to his dewy chest.

“Oh, oh. You are my world, Willow,” he whispers, touching his lips to my hair. “All of it. I never want to do anything you don’t want. Not here in the bedroom, or anywhere else. I only want to give you pleasure, and love. So much that you overflow. I think you need that. But only what you allow.”

Our bodies are woven together so closely that his words hum through my chest.

Tears mist my vision. Choice. Both Alessandro and Jeremy insist on making sure I’m comfortable, that I close the final gap between us. It’s like I’ve left behind the Willow of my youth and stepped into another realm, one where I don’t have to be afraid.

Maybe, after all these years, I’m permitted a little bit of happiness.

I wriggle backward to see his face again. Maybe I’m a sucker for his good looks, or maybe it’s the puppy-dog enthusiasm in him, or maybe I just had such a good time I’m not ready to let him go yet.

“Just once more?” I whisper.

“Sì! Just once more, if you like,” he murmurs, rising on his knees and tipping me gently on my back. “I’m so hot for you, cara mia, I might die.”

A broken laugh spills through me. Alessandro tricked me. He’s not a genteel alpha at all—he’s a beast in disguise. And I have no objections at all.

Half asleep, I open my arms, and his long, curved cock rubs over my pubic bone as he leans down to fold me in his embrace.

“Good girl. My good omega. Just one more, you’ll see.”

Something tells me this man can’t count very well.

A flicker of hope dances in my heart. Maybe this time, it will be okay to trust an alpha.

Chapter forty-one

Jeremy

Saying I’m all right with another man courting my omega and hearing her scream his name from behind closed doors are two different things. Adjusting the growing snake in my trousers, I check my watch again and count the hours. One. Two. Three.

I definitely slept for three hours, and those two were billowing lust vibes when I left the kitchen, so they can’t have delayed the fun for long. But the harmless-seeming alpha still has her writhing in bed? I might have to up my game.

A snicker escapes me. Who am I kidding? I kept her in bed for four days at our first union . . . even if most of that was her heat, I could hardly bear to part with her. Can’t blame Alessandro for feeling the same way.

I make myself a coffee to shake off the mid-morning sluggishness and then take Mr Shares out to the front yard to play with his rope toy. Planting myself on a garden bench set in a small alcove of rounded hedges, I throw the knotted length of rope. Mr Shares races after it, growling playfully and shaking his head like a wild thing when he scoops it up.

When he takes a break to pant in the shade, I glance around the yard. Not sure that word does this place justice, since these estates are all at least an acre in size.