Page 159 of Knot So Social

Willow links her fingers through his. “You’re not homeless. This is your home.”

Alessandro beams. “Thank you, amore mio.”

“What else?” Joel asks when they finish making eyes at each other.

“Since we’re figuring out details . . .” Her cheeks tint a pretty pink and she sucks her lip between her teeth. She sneaks a glance at me, eyes bright under her lashes. “I was wondering what you three plan to do about sharing me. What you’re all comfortable with?”

I grin. “Joel and I are comfortable in the same bed.” I flip my brother an amused look. “Nothing we haven’t seen since before birth.”

He rolls his eyes.

Willow’s scent flares, her floral tones heightening with an interest that makes my dick harden. She’s picturing what it would be like to be shared.

“Then the question is me,” Alessandro muses. “I have never shared before, so I do not know. But I think there is a way to find out.”

“Oh?” Willow asks innocently.

I press my fist to my lips to hold back a laugh. She’s walked right into this.

“Sì.” Alessandro pushes back his chair, wiping his mouth with the napkin. He circles her chair and pulls it out to reach her. “We try, and whoever is uncomfortable walks away.”

He hunkers down on his heels, removes her slippers, and kisses her feet.

“What? Now?” Willow gasps. “But we’re eating.”

“Yes, we are,” Alessandro purrs, nibbling on her foot. “I do not believe Jeremy made dessert.”

Willow laughs.

The sight of the olive-skinned alpha down on the floor kissing my omega’s feet does things to my core. Her lovely leg stretches out, tightening the calf, and her happiness only makes her scent stronger.

Beside me, Joel vibrates with a silent growl. His gaze fixes on the omega, not the alpha at her feet. Now I’m picturing her crushed between our bare bodies, the distance between us shrunk to zero. My balls throb.

“I think it’s a great plan,” I murmur, my throat tightening.

“The cook has no complaints,” Alessandro purrs, skimming his hands up her calves. “Does the dessert say yes or no?”

He looks up at her with such affection in his gaze that my own heart flutters. Not for him, exactly, but with excitement for what we’re building here. Sometimes I doubt whether I can really be part of Willow’s life, but Alessandro seems fearless in his pursuit.

Willow grabs his hands, holding him in place. She casts a helpless look at my twin, and her voice comes out thin as she asks, “Joel?”

His dark gaze flicks down to Alessandro and up again. “I’m interested to see how this develops.”

Alessandro purrs deep in his chest. “See, cara mia? All your alphas are sensible.”

“Thirsty,” she corrects. “I’m not convinced a single one of you is sensible."

He chuckles and drops his face into her lap. “Just like their precious omega. You can’t pretend you’re not interested, not when you’re already wet down here.”

“Alessandro!” Willow complains, covering her face. But I can’t detect any rejection in her scent.

“Sì, my precious Willow?” he asks, kissing his way along her leg, his dark curls brushing her skirt hem up. “I’m listening. Don’t we need to test this?”

Beside me, Joel grabs at the table, his knuckles turning white. Oh, this’ll be good.

Alessandro gently spreads her thighs and the perfume tucked inside escapes. Fuck, I go so hard it’s like sitting on a rock. And judging by the tick in his jaw, Joel’s the same.

“So sweet,” Alessandro, croons, his head disappearing under her skirt.