Page 73 of The Florist and Her Alphas

“Yes.”

I finish the whiskey in one swallow. Set the glass in the sink. Hmm, I imagine her naked and wrapped tightly around August, who probably wouldn’t know what to do with a fully luscious omega with big breasts in his arms. My cock hardens as I think about joining and helping him knot her.

Ezra is watching me with that faint, knowing half-smile that makes me want to throw something at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I say.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.”

“You’re looking at me like you know exactly what I’m about to do.”

“I do know exactly what you’re about to do,” Ezra says, and goes back to his laptop. “Try not to wake them. She needs the rest.”

I walk down the hallway and stop at the doorway of the library, slowly cracking the door open.

On the rug, in a tangle of bare limbs and slanting sunlight, is August on his back and Liana collapsed on top of him. Her auburn hair is spread across his chest and shoulders. One of August’s arms is wrapped loosely around her waist. Her bare back rises and falls with the slow, steady rhythm of someone who has been thoroughly fucked and is finally, blessedly resting.

But she’s not fully asleep.

Her eyes are half-open. Drowsy. Watching the unlit fireplace across the room with a soft, distant focus. She hasn’t heard me come in.

My eyes track down the line of her body.

Her thighs are spread wide on either side of his hips, her knees pressing against the rug.

I can see the swollen base of August’s cock where it disappears between her thighs. I can see, where her thighs are parted and her ass is on display, the slow, steady drip of August’s cum and her slick where it has started to escape around the knot. Long streaks of his cum and her slick run down her inner thighs, pooling on the rug beneath them.

She is glistening with it. Filthy with it. Used, leaking, and utterly beautiful. My cock hardens as I grip the door frame, my knuckles turning white. I push the door fully open. The hinge creaks, and her head turns.

She sees me.

Her eyes go wide. Green with gold flecks, pupils dilated, and I watch the moment she registers the position she’s in—spread open on my brother’s cock, cum leaking out of her around his knot, her ass on display for anyone walking past the cracked door.

She holds my eyes from across the room, and a slow flush spreads up her chest. She’s so adorable. I walk into the library and shut the door behind me quietly.

I cross to the rug. Kneel behind her on the antique red wool.

From this angle I can see everything. Her parted thighs. The swollen pink ring of her pussy stretched tight around August’s knot. The splash of cum spilled all over her perineum, over the puckered tight ring of her asshole.

I swallow. My throat clicks.

I am going to lose my fucking mind.

“What are you doing here?” she hisses even though I can hear the arousal in her voice.

“You’re in heat, and your ass needs a knot too,” I growl, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands.

She gasps, and I hear the wet sound of her pussy where she’s still locked to August. Fresh cum runs down from her pussy. Her asshole is pink, tight, untouched, glistening with the overflow of my brother’s release.

“I don’t need a knot right now,” she says angrily, trying to wiggle away, but it only opens her asshole more as I steadily grip her cheeks.

“Don’t be mad at me. Be mad at Ezra,” I say, kissing her ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck,” she says in surrender when she feels my lips against her skin.

“Your ass will be mine today,” I whisper against her ass cheek, kissing her right in the middle. I run the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her crack to the top. One long, slow, filthy pass.

She whimpers, and the sound makes me even harder. “Julian, I’m full of slick there.”