Knot Our Omega (Knot Ours)

Chapter 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

FELIX

The feel of our omega's skin against my bare chest was impossible to wash from my mind. I broke the lust-filled tension by throwing us both in the water, but want still thrummed in my veins, and if it thrummed in my veins, I knew for a fact that Alfie and Luka were feeling it too.

Did our omega really not know? Had she no clue that she was on the cusp of her first heat and about to tumble over the edge, taking us three with her?

I swallowed hard as I watched everyone play in the pool, hitting a ball back and forth to each other like a bunch of children. Even Luka, who never allowed himself to have fun, seemed to enjoy the simple game and time spent with the omega. Were they watching the water drip between her cleavage like I was? Or the way her wet strands of hair clung to her neck? Were they as weak as I was at the scent that kept slamming into me whenever she looked at one of us too long?

The ball smacked me in the face, the water splashing as I tried to keep myself from sinking. I sputtered a little, shaking my head to free myself of the fog the sudden hit caused, and when my mind cleared enough, I turned toward my unit. "Which one of you bastards did that?"

The omega smiled coyly before admitting, "That would be me. The bastard."

Shit. I never in a million years would have thought our omega would do such a thing. "I'm sorry, love. I hadn't realized?—"

"We called your name a few times and you were totally zoned out." Luka smirked, knowing damn well what had my mind wandering.

"Sorry. I was thinking of an upcoming contract," I lied.

"I bet." Felix laughed. "Are you going to get out with us or had you planned to stay in here all night?"

"It's started to get dark," our omega confirmed. "We are heading inside."

Ah, I guess they were trying to tell me that they were ready to call it a night. "I'm ready to go inside."

"Great." She beamed. "Alfie and I are making dessert."

Was it her? That was the only dessert I needed.

"I can't wait." I swam toward the edge of the pool, where I gripped the side and pushed up to get out. I was almost to a standing position when the omega's needy perfume hit me. I turned, spying our omega watching me, her eyes roaming over my muscles, my arms, my thighs my..."Are you looking at my butt, omega?"

"Absolutely not." She blushed. "I was just?—"

"I was," Alfie joked, saving her before he swam forward to meet me at the side of the pool. "Come, omega, I'll help you out."

"You boys do know there are stairs that lead out of the pool, right?" She raised an adorable brow.

"We are aware, but then we wouldn't be able to display how nice our muscles look when we flex them in everyday settings." Alfie reached a hand out to her. "Let me show how easy it is to tote you about."

"That sounds very caveman of you, Alfie." She laughed, her palm slapping his chest as she moved closer.

"I am a caveman at heart, ma'am." My god, his flirting was disgusting. Maybe that was my jealousy talking. Should I be flirting more? Is that what she wanted? Clearly it was because she swam toward him, looking pleased as hell when he scooped her up and lifted her out of the water.

I opted to use the stairs, rolling my eyes at Alfie behind his back. I could flirt too. I was a fucking pro at it. I jogged over, grabbing a towel and holding it up. "Come here, baby. I'd hate for you to catch a chill."

This time it was Luka who rolled his eyes behind her back. He rushed forward, stealing the towel from me. "I've got the omega."

Of course he did. He was the fucking alpha; he always got what he wanted.

"Sydney, have you and Alfie thought about what you were making? Maybe I could help?" I offered.

"We've got it." Alfie glared at me.

"Alfie." Sydney caught on to the competition. "We can use the help."

"It's just?—"

"Alfie, I want to spend time with all of you, together."

Sydney strolled over to me, her towel clutched in one hand and her other outstretched until her fingers curled around my hand, pulling me close to her. Before I could register the intensity of her touch, she rose up on her toes, kissing my cheek. I saw the jealousy in the eyes of my unit, and I was secretly gloating.

"Yeah, Alfie, we can all spend time together."

Sydney patted my bicep. "Did that feel good to get off your chest?"

I shrugged. "A little."

She shook her head, fighting a laugh as she stepped away. "Boys."

"Men," Alfie corrected.

"Is there a difference?" Our omega was being witty.

"I can show you the difference," Luka rumbled as he ran a towel over his mop of wet hair, and her breathing picked up, her chest rising and falling quicker. Something told me our omega would very much like to be shown the difference.

The softest of whimpers left her lips before she spoke again. "I- I don't know how."

How?

Did she expect us to assume she was experienced in such things when omegas are desired untouched?

Silly omega. We'd never expect her to know how.

Luka stepped forward, bending his knees slightly so he could throw Sydney over his shoulder. She squealed, fighting slightly against his hold, begging him to put her down. "I'm going to hurt you."

"Doubtful." Luka smirked as he slapped her ass.

"I'm too heavy," she tried again.

"Like a feather," Luka insisted, earning her another slap. "Calm down, little omega, I'll behave. I'm carrying you to the kitchen so we can get dessert."

She huffed, but gave up her fight, not realizing that our definition of dessert was something completely different than hers. She may be thinking of a sugary treat, but I was positive that the thoughts that ran through each of our male brains were of a different, sweeter variety. One that involved her skin and our tongues sliding over every luscious curve. I couldn't be the only one who thought of consuming her, of inhaling her in and feasting on her flavor.

I followed behind the group, shutting the door as I entered the house before following them into the kitchen. Luka pitched her forward, thrusting her onto the countertop before staring intently at her for a moment. When he gained the will to end the stare off, he pushed himself back, using the counter to propel himself backward.

Opening the fridge door, he pulled out some whipped cream and chocolate syrup. She watched him move, and when he sat them down next to her, she asked, "Are we having sundaes?"

A low chuckle vibrated his chest before he mumbled, "Something like that."

Then he leaned in, his fingers gripping the back of her neck, tangling in her hair before he captured her lips in a searing kiss that made my cock instantly hard and throbbing just to watch. The cutest sound escaped her as her fingers clung to his shirt at his abdomen. When her skin had reddened and she was thoroughly kissed, our alpha pulled back.

"Dessert, little omega, is you."

She bit her lip, the sight so incredibly cute. "Me?"

He leaned forward again, bracing his arms on the counter. "You, omega. We like our treats sweet, and there is nothing sweeter than our omega."

"That's…"

Alfie stepped forward, distracting her from talking when he picked up the aerosol can of whipped cream. He shook it, and her eyes followed the movement, completely transfixed. He held it up to her lips, waiting for her to open her mouth, and when she did, he plopped a perfect pillow of cream on her little ruby tongue. She swallowed before her tongue darted out to lick her lips. All three of us groaned together, unable to hold back the lust the sight caused.

After plopping some cream on his own tongue, Alfie leaned forward again, putting some dollops against the exposed skin of her chest. Without missing a beat, Luka bent down. His lips grazed against her skin as he sucked off the whipped cream. I didn't want to be left out. Hell, I might die if I didn't join. So I stepped forward and picked up the chocolate syrup. Her breath hitched when I held it against her skin, but that breathing quickly turned into a low moan when the cool liquid tricked between her breasts. We'd not touched her like this, though we wanted to. We gave her time, let her come to us, but maybe she needed a little persuasion so that she would know what she was missing.

"Omega," Luka said.

"Hm?"

"If this isn't something you want, isn't something you're comfortable with, you can tell us to stop at any time. Otherwise...."

Otherwise we were about to devour her, feast upon her body until she was screaming our names and letting the world know she was ours.

"I'm- I'm okay." she stuttered, her mind mush at the feeling of my finger sliding through the chocolate syrup.

Luka's chest rumbled as he leaned in again, licking chocolate off our omega, groaning as he tasted the sweetness. Alfie reached behind her, his fingers plucking at the knot of the bikini top until he pulled it free. The top folded forward, her breasts sprung free, and I thought that maybe I had died.

"I've never seen anything so fucking beautiful," Luka purred against her skin, before his hands fisted the material at her sides, clinging to the cloth that covered her mound. "We're taking these off too, omega. You're going to show us how beautiful you are. You’re going to scream until your slick coats your thighs and is dripping down my face. Then, we're taking you to bed... with us. Do you want that, little omega?"

"Yes," she panted, her breath uneven from the attention all our hands seemed to be giving her body.

"A little louder, omega. I don't think we heard you," Luka teased as I flicked a nipple and she cried out.

"Yes. I want it. I want it all."

Luka laughed. "Sweet little omega. We won't give you all, at least tonight. When I spill inside of you, I want it to be when your body is begging me to fill it in the throes of heat."

She whimpered and that sound made my cock throb, the pulse becoming uncomfortable.

I leaned in, dying for a single taste of our female. I couldn't stop myself if I tried, not like I really tried hard. My very soul urged me forward, my delta in me growling his pleasure when my lips captured hers as our alpha ripped her swimsuit bottoms off.

Luka took my hand, used it to trail up her thigh until my fingers met the moist junction. "Tell me, Delta. Is our omega slick with want for us?"

I pulled back, panting from that single contact. "Fucking soaked."

"Mm, just like we like her," he hummed, his eyes locked on hers, unwilling to break contact. "Beta!"

The bark of his title had Alfie scrambling to attention, sucking him from his lust haze. "Alpha?"

"Taste Felix's fingers. Let me know if our omega is as delicious as I think she will be."

I was jealous. So fucking jealous I was radiating with it. I wanted to lick her slick from my fingers. I wanted to take her essence inside of me and let it consume every part of my soul. Still, I followed orders, holding out two fingers to Alfie, who leaned over and sucked them into his mouth. I closed my eyes against the action, taking pleasure from the pull of his lips, which somehow seemed to be connected to my cock.

With a pop, he pulled his lips from my fingers, a low guttural sound filling the kitchen, broken by the thick sound of Luka's voice when he demanded, "Tell me how she tastes."

A slow smile curled his lips, and he finally dared to open his eyes as he drank in our naked omega sprawled before us on our countertop. "Divine."

"Perfect," Luka whispered, his eyes roaming over every soft curve of our omega. "So fucking perfect."

Then, Luka dropped to his knees, his face buried between her thick thighs as her pleas and screams, whimpers and moans, echoed off our walls, begging us to stop touching her while simultaneously demanding we give her more until she broke into a thousand little pieces, her fingers buried in my hair as I sucked against her skin, as her thighs tightened on Luka's head, while Alfie swallowed her gasp as he explored her mouth.

When her orgasm faded, Luka eased back slowly, her slick covering his chin and dripping down his chest. One side of his mouth lifted, the faintest of smirks surfacing before he kissed her inner thigh and praised, "So fucking perfect."