Page 113 of Knot So Social

I halt, leaning both hands on the door as my chest thunders, the satisfied cries slipping into my ears and straight to my soul.

Willow is Jeremy’s. It’s so obvious he’s fallen hard. He’s only had a few hookups in the years since Maisy broke things off with us, and even though the girls always called him back, he was clear about not wanting a relationship.

But this? I saw the devotion in his eyes whenever he talked about Willow. Like me, she’s all he can think about.

And I sure as hell am not gonna screw it up for him this time.

I press my forehead to the closed door, which brings her embedded scent directly to my nostrils. I bite back a groan as that sweet, needy Jasmine fragrance trickles through me, lighting my soul.

“Ah!” Willow’s soft voice coos. “So good.”

I can’t believe Jeremy’s fucking her with a broken groin. Scratch that. I’d try to fuck her even with a broken back, and the strength of my carnal cravings scares the shit out of me. A pretty woman can inspire any man’s dick, sure, but this? I want to march in there and sink my bond bite into Willow before another moment passes. The ache rushes through my body, making my cock grow rock hard.

Blood surges. I gotta release some of the fucking pressure, or I’ll end up out of control and in that bedroom.

Leaning on one hand, I ease my zipper down, breath catching with every small noise. My stomach flexes as I work my cock free until it hangs out the front, straining toward the door as much as the rest of me.

On the other side of this impossible wall, Jerry groans. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve been dreaming of this ever since I left.”

“In an ambulance.” She giggles.

“Yeah, in a fucking ambulance. Come closer; let me kiss you.”

I clench my teeth together and wrap my fist around my aching length. What would it be like to press my mouth to hers, drink her from the inside? Such a pretty mouth and expressive eyes, too. Jeremy said she responded to everything, so she’d flush and pulse with the need for air, our chests touching with every gasp. Jeremy would press in against her back, resolute and tender.

Willow whimpers. “So big. I can feel you everywhere.”

Her phantom pussy parts to let my dick through. I curl my free hand into a fist on the door, jagged breaths shaking me as I stroke hard. Her riding, me thrusting hard. Fuck, I’d work her until she begged for mercy.

Hissing with concentration, I rut into my hand, hips snapping back and forth.

Her hushed cries spill through me, lighting me on fire. “More. Oh, shit. I’m so close.”

Me too. Burning, throbbing, my alpha teeth aching with the need to punch through her skin and claim her as mine. My core tenses, hovering on the verge of explosion. One more word, Willow, and I’ll shatter.

Her moan comes louder, desperate, rising in pitch with a series of gasps.

I snarl and thrust, the tingles combusting in a furious rush. My dick swells beneath my fingers and my balls jettison. Hot fire streams over me, bringing sweet release from the possessive need ripping through my chest. Cum shoots through my fingers, my scent stronger than I’ve ever noticed before.

I stand outside her door, feet spread, panting as my brother brings his omega to orgasm. My cock pulses and cum trickles across my fingers, spilled just for her.

But she can never know.

A piece of my heart splinters as I tear myself away from the door, tucking my wet cock away. I dig my short nails into my palms and stride back to my gear. The sooner I finish tagging, the sooner I get out of here. But I better go find a bathroom first and clean myself up.

I ruined Jeremy’s love life once. I won’t make the same mistake twice.

I work my way through the entire house, checking cables for damage and devices for electrical currents. Only a few items have safety tags on them, so the sheer scope of work keeps me occupied. The house, or mansion more like it, has twelve bedrooms, plus an office, a games room, living areas, upstairs theatre room, and a nest that reeks of my brother. In a good way. His scent never irritated me the way some other alphas I’ve been around did. Comes from sharing the same womb, I dare say.

But there is another scent lingering in the communal areas, one that smells like salt brine. I can’t say I dislike the trace itself; just what it might mean. Maybe a friend, or family member? Or something more?

I’ll have to ask Jeremy about it, but for now, I need to get my task finished before those two leave the bedroom.

The house teaches me about the woman who lives here. Minimalist, neat, and well set up. I don’t just mean her life. Everything’s high quality, especially her tech gear, of which there’s a bunch. Cameras, lights, green screens. This omega does some serious recording.

A couple of digital SLR cameras sit in neat boxes in a bedroom that’s being used as a storeroom, the space neater and better organized than anything I’ve seen, like something you’d see on a Pinterest board.

As I work, the big golden retriever belly-crawls through the house after me, pretending like he’s some kind of canine ninja. As if I won’t see him if he stays low. For a while I ignore him, since we weren’t properly introduced, but every now and then he lets out a miserable whine.