Page 72 of Knot Only For One Night

I set Esper back on her feet. Not moving my hands until I know she’s firmly on the ground. Her eyes watch mine as I shuck my pants down.

Asher’s hands are hot on my skin. My omega purrs at the attention as I accidentally lean back, my ass more than ready for his dick.

He tries to line up with my asshole, dragging his dick in the mess my slick made between my thighs. I force myself to lean forward though, not letting him enter me.

“Fuck. That’s not how we do this, Asher.”

“It’s been a few weeks.”

“The date, smartass. Hurry the fuck up,” I demand. Esper leans against the shelving unit. “Touch yourself, Princess. Show me how fucking wet you are.”

She lets out a little whimper as her hands drop to the bottom of her skirt. I can smell her slick before she even moves her skirt up. The sweet yet strong scent of cranberries mixing with pomegranates into the best damn fruit bowl.

Her eyes bounce between us.

“The—ugh—fuck. September, ugh….” His hips rub against my ass. Not entering like a good fucking boy. “Nine, eight, twenty-twenty⁠—”

Good enough for me, I reach back and line his dick up, snagging some of my slick and coating him as much as I can reach. He takes over. He groans as he jerks himself with my slick and slowly enters me.

This position used to feel so… submissive. It makes me so damn angry to be used. So angry I love it.

But Esper’s moans, seeing her fingers work faster as he enters me, changes something about this. Something about me.

Asher pumps and I fall forward. My hands gripping the metal shelves around Esper. Trapping her under me. Her eyes meet mine.

“Reed,” she moans. My name sounding perfect on her lips. Asher nips at my neck as he thrusts.

“Yes, Princess, fuck. Faster.”

She grips my shoulder as she props a leg on a bucket on the floor.

“I’m so close,” she says, her nails digging into me, and Asher groans hearing her voice.

“Fucking perfect omegas,” he mutters, causing my face to blush like a fucking schoolboy. Fuck.

He slams his dick forward now that I’m more than hot and fucking slicking, he feels fucking amazing, and Esper holding onto me is the icing on the top of this damn cake. Asher grows wilder, rougher as he nears knotting, and I pray we’ve done enough prep for this.

I push back against him. “Knot me, Alpha. Be the best damn boy and do it.” My ragged breaths fall over Esper, our faces so close. “Esper, come,” I whisper, and she whimpers. Her eyes wide as her breath halts. Her chest is rising. Asher’s knot slides in and catches. It locks, so intense I can’t feel my own cum shooting over Esper’s tan legs.

Her breaths slow as she recovers. Asher is stuck in my ass. He hugs me from behind despite his shaking legs.

She brings her slick and cum-covered hand up between us. I snatch her wrist, bring her sweetly sticky fingers into my mouth.

“Three fingers, Princess? Wow, you are more ready for a dick than you think.”

She smiles sheepishly, but when I twist my tongue around her fingers, trying to get every fucking drop of that cranberry cum off her skin, her eyes darken.

“Fucking share,” Asher says and lifts her hand to his lips over my shoulder. He licks, tongue flat against her fingers, then swallows them into his mouth. “Delicious omega."

“Very fucking delicious.”

CHAPTER 24

SOREN

The Eastern Outlaws bar looks as terrible as they normally do. No sense of pride or care is put into this bar and you can tell from the ragged, nearly falling off sign on the front of the building.

The inside is just as bad. The seats are all over the place, no rhyme or reason. No booths, some tables missing chairs even. The chairs there have rips and stains I can see from the front door. And god fucking damn, the smell. It smells like a horrid mix of B.O. and wet grime in here.