Page 5 of Knot Broken

A damsel in distress was the quickest way to get past his defences, but an omega? The wolf was in charge and there was no way Grey’s could leave her unsatisfied. Unfortunately that’s the moment when her scent started to sour.

“I…” No woman’s voice should ever break like that. “I told you… There was going to be two or three of you… I wanted…”

“You want to be touched.” Ethan moved as if under a spell. His eyes shone silver as he reached out and trailed the back of his fingers down her arm. Her thin whine was music to our ears. “Treasured in the way only three alphas can make you feel.” Turning to Grey, one eyebrow raised. “I think that’s something we can do for the lady, right, Grey?”

He was the hard sell. The one who kept his head while everyone else was losing their freaking minds, some part of me was sure he’d stop this madness. My fangs ground together, wondering how the hell he could look at, breathe in the scent of, an omega in need and just stand there.

“Please,” the girl said.

And there it was. I could almost pick the moment his resolve shattered.

“Hands on the table,” he said. The alpha was talking, not the man, so she moved to do exactly as he said. “Head up.” Her eyes had to be boring into his, pleading for everything she couldn’t give voice to. “Beautiful.” His boots clicked across the floor as he walked around her, stopping a small distance away from her. “Are you wet?”

I blinked at the frank question, worried his bluntness would upset her, but she nodded quickly.

“Show me.”

A thin whine of indecision, then she parted her thighs and that was the moment I saw the beautiful pink flesh I’d been devouring. Dripping juice like freshly cut melon, I let out a low growl of approval. I wanted more, right fucking now, but instead Grey placed a hand on her hip. She jumped at the sudden contact, then arched her back as he used both hands to open her up.

“Poor little omega,” he said. His hand slid down. “All wet and swollen.” The man had control like steel, because his fingers didn’t delve right in. Instead, he traced the crease of her thigh. “Needy.”

“Yes, please, I need⁠—”

“I know what you need.”

He pulled away then turned to me wearing the same hard expression when I missed some important detail on the job.

“She’s not going to get any relief, not until you knot her,” he said in a low voice pitched so only I could hear him. “You’re going to do just that and keep your fucking fangs to yourself.” I shot him a wide grin, feeling the ache in my canines, because they wanted to snap down and claim this stranger so damn much. “And afterwards, you’ll explain what the fuck is going on, right?”

“Right.”

But he wasn’t my focus, she was. Back up on the table, there was no backing out of this now. My hand gripped her waist, steadying her, right as I pressed the head of my cock in.

Chapter 3

Grey

What the hell was going on? When we were done, apparently this would be the rooms of a sexual therapist, but there was nothing in the contract that said we should try the space out first. Where the hell had Tex found this woman, this omega, and how⁠—?

“Oh…!”

It took a lot to get me out of my head, but that one little sound brought me back to the room with a snap. Omega. Overheated and needy. Skin flushed, nipples pulled tight, her head dropping down onto Ethan’s shoulders as he rained kisses across her chest. Then as Tex went to push inside her, her whole body stiffened.

That wasn’t right.

My feet moved without meaning, coming to a stop before her and that’s when my hands slapped down on the worktable, either side of hers. Close enough to feel her breath on my skin, to hear her frantic little pants, right before I looked up and gazed into her eyes. Beautiful chestnut brown, I thought, right before I watched a crease form between her brows.

“We good here, omega?”

“I… He…” Her scent was souring, turning from honey sweet to developing an acrid edge. “It’s not going to fit!”

I fought the urge to smile. While having no actual experience with this, I’d learned all about alpha and omega biology in a classroom in this very building.

“Yes, he is.” My hand found her throat, my thumb resting over her pulse point, feeling the rapid beat. “It will if you want it to. You’re an omega. You’re made to take us.”

“But I’m not…” Her chest was heaving and that had Ethan pulling away, a look of concern on his face. “In my books. I…”

“Slow it down,” I snapped, shooting a dark look over her shoulder at Tex.