Knot Your Business (Serendipity Omegaverse #2)

Chapter 1

One

JASPER

“ H ave so much fun.” Liz practically bounces in front of me, her cello already put away and perched against the wall. “Take tons of photos. Oh my gosh, I’m so excited for you both! I’m sure whoever the Council chooses will be perfect for you!”

Mason laughs, snapping the lid closed on his own cello beside me. “It’s their first one, Liz. Hardly anyone gets matched on their first gala.”

I ignore my friends and work to get my cello put away, double checking the humidifier and my bow’s tension before shutting the case. I cross the room, opening the long term-storage locker offered at a monthly rate by the philharmonic. I’d have rather just taken it home, but the flight schedule worked out to be too tight to make a trip out to the estate and then back to Van Nuys. LA traffic downright sucks on Fridays, even worse than normal. Rylan moves by me, stashing his double bass in the same storage locker, his arm brushing mine.

Butterflies twist in my stomach, and a smile plays across my lips before I can hold it back. Not that I need to. It’s been over six months since my apartment flooded, forcing me to temporarily move in with him. Six months since we finally figured out how to tell each other we craved the other. I skip over the fact it took his best friend—who was my date at the time—getting into a fist fight with him for it all to come to light. They don’t bring that part up, so neither do I.

Rylan leans into me once the padlock is on the door. Our noses brush, his couple inches of height hardly noticeable when he’s this close to me. His eyes are serious, his narrow jaw more pronounced from the way he clenches his teeth for a heartbeat. A low growl rumbles through him before he forces it to stop, his throat rippling with his swallow.

“You ready?” I ask, keeping my voice light. “Dominic should be here any minute.”

Dominic, his friend and my other lover. Alphas are naturally wired to thrive in group dynamics, with multiple Alphas often being involved with a single central Omega. Our dynamic isn’t as common, since I’m an average Beta and not an Omega, but I’m learning to be more confident about it.

With a single nod, he pulls me into his arms, kissing me without a care in the world that our coworkers are watching. Rylan is like that. From the moment I agreed to see if this could work between us, his hands have been on me. Alphas are like that. They need to touch, to mark, to know that the people around them understand that their partner is theirs .

And, hell, am I Rylan’s.

My breath hitches as he swipes his tongue along my lower lip. My dick presses into his hip, hard and aching already.

“Come on, Rylan,” Liz pouts, breaking the moment, “you’ll get him all weekend. Let us at least say bye to him. He was ours first.”

Rylan sighs and steps away from me. I bite back the groan that wants to rip from me. Fuck, but my friends really know how to cock block.

“You have your pin?” Liz asks the moment I’m turned back toward my friends. “And your tux is ready to go?”

“Liz, he’s 26,” Mason says, voice dry. He clicks his cello case closed and slings it onto his back in one move. “I’m sure he can handle his own outfit just fine. Don’t forget that his boyfriend has a freaking private jet that they’re using to fly into New York tonight. I’m sure they have a whole slew of staff that will make sure they get there in one piece in the proper attire.”

Huntley laughs and nods her agreement. Liz pouts, but the outburst I’m expecting is interrupted by her quick gasp. Before I can turn, she’s sprinting across the room, launching herself into a man’s arms.

Huntley shakes her head. “Eventful weekend all around. Didn’t realize Zach was getting back today.”

Zach is one of four Alphas that Liz matched with last summer at a matching gala nearly identical to the one I’ll be attending tomorrow night. He’s been on deployment for the last six months, leaving just before Halloween. Liz was a mess over the holidays despite the other Alphas of her pack—and us—doing their best to keep her spirits up.

“And then there were two, Mason,” Huntley says with a sigh.

Mason shrugs. “You could always call Jonas and see if he wants to go out.”

I shake my head and sidestep between them. “Don’t egg her on right now, Mason. Please. She just settled down over all of that.”

Huntley and one of Rylan’s recording buddies have been an on-again, off-again duo since the new year. Currently, they’re off, and Huntley hasn’t been handling it the best. She catches my gaze and shakes her head once, rolling her lips into a thin line.

Hint taken.

“You want a ride home?” I ask her, forcing the conversation away from Jonas and whoever else might be occupying her time recently.

She waves me off. “I’m fine. The walks are faster now that I’m not waiting for you to drag that thing behind you.” She winks, and I chuckle. My cello might be larger than her instruments, but I’m no slower for it, and she knows it.

Mason’s sharp intake of breath is my only warning before there’s a hand on my waist, and I’m being spun around. Dominic’s as breathtaking as ever, his brown eyes shining in the artificial yellow light of the room. He’s dressed in his signature black-on-black slacks and button-up, though the first two buttons are undone, showing a triangle of skin just below his collarbones.

“Hey, Dom, hope you have a good weekend,” Huntley says as she passes by us, grabbing her bag before putting her instruments on opposite shoulders.

None of my friends react to his sudden arrival. Technically, this room isn’t supposed to be accessible to anyone other than bonded Alphas of the Omega musicians. But being directly tied to the Italian mafia has its perks when Dominic wants to use them.

“ Grazie ,” my lover murmurs, not taking his gaze off mine.

Mason claps me on my shoulder as he heads past me and out the side door, his own silent wish for a good weekend. To all of them, this is the trip of a lifetime: the first matching gala we’ll be attending as a registered pack. From their perspective, the best thing that could happen is the Council finds us a good fit with one of the Omegas that will be attending the black tie event alongside us tomorrow night.

None of them knows that’s not even remotely our goal.

I lean into Dominic, tilting my chin so I can take his mouth with mine, easing onto my tiptoes to erase the small height difference between us. I palm his waist, tracing his lips with my tongue before pulling away.

“Time to go,” Dominic says, though his voice has dropped an octave. The barest hint of citrus surrounds us. Rylan grabs my hand and kisses my shoulder. “The sooner I have you on the plane, the sooner we can play.”

Two hours later, Dominic has me spread out on the absolutely monstrous bed at the back of whatever version of private jet he’s told me this thing is. All I remember is that it can hold up to twelve people aside from the crew and that it won’t need to stop anywhere on our way to New York City. And even that drains out of my mind as Dominic’s lips close around the head of my cock.

“Oh God,” I mutter, flexing my hips.

He pulls away from me. Again. He runs his hands down my thighs and palms my knees. Again. He frowns as he sits back on his heels. Again.

We’ve been playing like this for the last half hour while Rylan takes a shower and preps for the evening flight. Dominic’s lost his shirt, leaving his chest on display, while he’s stripped me out of everything. My cock sits hard and heavy against my stomach, but I don’t dare move. I twist my hands into the sheets to keep from reaching for him—or my dick.

“ Bellissimo ,” he says. “ Sei perfetto, Tesoro .”

I moan at the praise. A moment later, Dominic’s mouth is on me again, working me like a goddamn magician, pulling pleasure from me so thoroughly, it’s as if he was made for me. Fuck, but Alphas are something else. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, that I would have gotten acclimated to how thorough they both are in bed when pursuing my pleasure.

My dick touches the back of his throat, and his muscles contract down around it. I can’t help it, I thrust up into him, groaning.

“Oh God.” I moan, panting, trying to hold out, not wanting our play to end.

Dominic has other plans. He pulls off until just my head is in his mouth, his lips stretching in a way that has my knees going weak. He swallows, and my back arches. He hums his satisfaction, and the added sensation is enough to send me over the edge.

“ Dom .” It’s a gasped warning.

A second later, my dick twitches, and lightning shoots down my spine, making my back bow again. I moan through the release, my hands tightening in the sheets even as the last bits of it fade out. His tongue runs over me before he swallows again, another satisfied hum making me groan. His mouth leaves me, and I grunt at the last moment of sensation.

He runs his hands up my legs and stomach, wrapping them around my waist. He traces my hip bone with his tongue. Already, my body is trying to coax back to life.

“Why do you always insist on me missing the fun, Dominic?” Rylan asks from the doorway, his Tennessee accent touched with humor.

I turn my head so I can see him. His hair is still damp, falling in soft waves to his chin, and he’s foregone a shirt, leaving the large lotus and vine tattoo along his chest and left arm in full view.

“You’re not missing it if it’s just an appetizer,” Dominic mutters, pulling away from me and stripping out of his slacks. Rylan raises an eyebrow but pushes the new sweat pants down his hips, letting his own hard cock spring free. Dominic climbs off the bed and grabs a small black bottle of lube from his bag.

My tired dick springs back to life. Fuck, I love it when he knots me.

I’d tried to talk him out of it, the first time he wanted to buy the specialty lube that would trigger his knot even though I’m a Beta. It’s stupid expensive, and there was no guarantee I’d even be able to take it.

I should have realized by then that Dominic is incredibly persuasive when he wants to be.

“We have six hours, Tesoro ,” Dominic says as I move to kneel on the bed. “Think we can manage to stay busy the whole time?”

Rylan laughs, cupping my face and tilting it back, setting a small bite in the hollow of my throat. Another bruise, another mark. He’s feeling extra possessive tonight.

“Suppose there’s only one way to find out,” I say, breathless with desire and giddiness, tilting my head to give Rylan more room.

I love when they’re in a playful mood like this. It doesn’t happen often, but I revel in it every time.

“Suppose you’re right,” Rylan says, his Tennessee roots coming out more prominently for a heartbeat. He pushes me onto my elbows, his hands soft in my hair as my lips run down the underside of his cock.

We don’t quite make it the entire flight, but it’s a damn near thing.