Her Knotty List (MVP: Most Valuable Pack #4)

Chapter 33

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thirty-three

Zane and I race to the double doors at the end of Knox’s upstairs hallway, shoving one another as we burst into the large, round bedroom.

He lands an elbow to my ribs and forces his way past me. A snarl builds in my chest. The sound dies when a high, desperate keen spills from the attached bathroom.

Fucking fuck .

Whatever Micah and Knox are doing in there must be right up her alley because this whole empty room is soaked in cinnamon and sex.

Given the fact that there’s water running… if she’s in it, we shouldn’t even be able to scent her out here. But every breath is a burst of warm sweetness, rolling over my tongue.

Zane’s waxed, deep-tan chest heaves. His dark eyes flash, locking on the open doors across the suite.

“You know her better than I do,” he grinds out. “Do you think she would care if we walked in?”

I’m pretty sure she would like it. The piece of paper clutched in my fist has a lot of group activities on it—and I know Emma has always dreamed of pack life, just like me.

Probably because we both came from such happy families.

I stuff down the bitterness that tries to creep up at the thought of my dad and his bullshit. Or big, burly Theo, barking at my omega.

Zane mistakes the sudden singeing of my scent for aggression. He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Chill, I’m not going to fight you, Hockey Boy. I think we’re both too late to get to her first, anyway.”

He has a point. My dick jerks in my boxers as another loud moan echoes off the bathroom walls.

It’s too much for me. There’s a steel cord anchored in the aching place where good things used to reside. It pulls me over, my feet shuffling across the barren floorboards.

Hooooooly—

It’s like I’ve stepped into the hottest, wettest fantasy my fucked-up brain could muster. Micah sits on the wide ledge of the tub with his legs spread, Emma’s blonde head bobbing over his long, dark thickness.

His hands are all over her, one supporting the back of her neck while the other cups her swinging, pink-tipped tits. He murmurs directions and praises her, working his hips into the fingers she has wrapped around his knot.

Pride simmers in my stomach. I taught her that.

That knowledge quells a bit of the sting when I see Knox nearly balls-deep in her pussy.

Just a bit .

But still.

He’s being gentle, rocking his cock into her pretty pink center while he pets her hips and strokes the line of her spine.

“So beautiful,” he grunts. “Taking two cocks like Daddy’s good fucking girl .”

Jesus Christ .

I slept in for an extra thirty minutes and now Knox is Daddy ?!

I can’t turn my back for two seconds around these fuckers.

Sparks snap in Zane’s gaze as he watches, his jaw ajar. He starts to step closer, but his foot finds a discarded pair of sweats… with a scrap of blue lace tangled in the legs.

He inhales sharply, muttering, “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

There’s no way I am. My jaw clicks. “I’m thinking I want to fight you,” I growl. “And hold you down while I come all over my omega’s panties. To show you who she belongs to.”

And now I’m thinking maybe there’s something wrong with this other alpha. Or something right .

Because he groans, a waft of spice filling the space between us. When it mingles with Emma’s perfume, a moan of my own snags in my throat.

Shit . Her scent really is melting my mind.

I shake the thought off, loosing an outraged growl when Zane bends to snap up the panties. A rush froths through my middle, the roil of competition mixed with my Alpha’s insistent need to possess every piece of Em. Even her blue panties.

“If you don’t give me those,” I warn. “You’re going to have to fight me.”

Micah’s strained laugh interrupts us. “Would you two”—he chokes, his head falling back—“ shut up ?”

Knox fucks Emma faster. When she pops off Micah’s dick to whine, his expression softens. Gathering her hair into a ponytail, he gently turns her head in our direction.

“Look,” he murmurs to her. “Those two are so hard for you; they’re about to fight for your underwear, omega.”

Molten desire flares in Emma’s green eyes—and it’s so hot, I can’t fucking breathe.

…but it’s the surprise I see there that rips the air out of me. She seems shocked that we could actually want to watch her like this.

What the hell did that other pack do to make her feel like this? Am I really going to let her walk around with this doubt?

My Alpha roars, raging. I don’t fucking think so .

I’ve already let her think I didn’t want her once before. I will never let that shit happen again.

So I pin her gaze with mine and shuck my underwear.

Her brows curve, those plush lips falling open even further. Micah takes advantage, using his knuckle to collect pre-cum from the shining head of his cock and feed it to her at the same moment I drop my fist to my knot.

It’s screaming —hot and swollen, throbbing for the tight suction Knox is pounding into. He growls, a low sound that pauses me and my Alpha completely.

He turns his intensity from Zane and me to Emma’s slack features. “Can they watch, honey? Is that something you want?”

The tidal wave of cinnamon-sugar perfection that crests in the air is enough for all of us to pant. “Okay,” Knox roughs out, working his hips faster. “They can watch you take Daddy’s cock.”

“Maybe you should punch me,” Zane croaks. “I think I might be dreaming. Or dead.”

With an obliging shrug, I throw my fist into his arm.

That does it. Zane bares his perfect teeth in a snarl. “Hockey Boy, if you want to keep your dick, you better?—”

I snatch the panties right out of his grasp, wrapping the silken blue material over my pulsing knot, making sure it cups my balls, too. Until her cinnamon slick is soaking into my whole package.

“I better what?” I taunt, stroking myself. “Let you have these without a fight? Not a fucking chance.”

His brows crouch. “I saw them first. You can wait.”

But my Alpha isn’t going to let that slide. And this pumped- up high I get from competing for Emma’s favor is the closest I’ve come to feeling alive in a long time.

A glint of mischief moves over Zane’s—admittedly—handsome face. “We could share them,” he suggests, shucking his sweats and stepping closer to me. “She wanted to watch two alphas jack each other off.”

That’s true. Besides, at this point, if the fucker wants to try to take these panties, he’s going to have to rip them off my dick.

Micah growls while Emma licks the underside of his bobbing erection. His hazel eyes slide over to us, narrating for her. “Zane and Gunnar are going juice each other’s knots. Let me come for you, sweet girl. Then Knox can turn you around so you can watch.”

Her shriek is desperate enough for all of us to rumble in reply. She takes Micah deep into her throat— okay, I did not teach her that—and he pulls her ponytail, arching her neck for us to watch as he comes in her mouth.

Holy fucking ? —

Emma drinks him down, moaning. Knox mumbles soothing praises, effortlessly looping his thick arm under her tits and pivoting her in our direction.

Micah swallows hard, his chest still rising and falling too fast as he sinks into the bubbling water and slinks to her side, dropping grateful kisses along the side of her head. I don’t miss the way he offers his forearm to pad her elbows against the hard edge of the tub, either.

Hell .

Do I approve of these guys?

I think I might.

Just as well, since one of them is about to wrap his hand around my dick.

“ Fuck ,” Zane grunts, stepping up beside me. “I am rapidly devolving into an absolute simp.”

Same, bro.

Emma’s round, glorious tits are on full display, jiggling as Knox rails her from behind. I grit my teeth, riveted to the sight of her throwing her head back, her puffy lips ringed in an “O” as she moans.

Zane’s hand snaps over to my groin, going right for the panties wrapped around my thickening knot. The edges of my vision start to blur as he plucks one of the leg holes off me, hooking it around his own cock.

I’ve always thought of myself as pretty well-groomed, but this guy’s shit makes me look like Tarzan. He is waxed —entirely smooth, with every vein standing out in sharp relief. Even his balls look unwrinkled, tight and full. The whole damn thing shines like it’s been oiled.

Who the hell is this guy?

When he catches my mouth falling open, he shoots me a smirk. “Problem, Hockey Boy? I figured this way, we can race. You jack me off, and I’ll touch you—whoever comes first gets to paint the crotch of these pretty blue panties. Get their scent all mixed in with our omega’s.”

Ah hell .

The smug light in Zane’s dark eyes tells me he knows he’s got me. My dick twitches, swelling thicker, until the material stretched between us is taut.

Because it’s Zane, I expect another cocky tease. But he surprises me with a rough, solid tone that sends a tingle down my spine. “That’s a good boy.”

Okay.

Fuck.

Guess we’re learning a lot of shit about ourselves .

My stomach drops, freefalling, until the bastard’s mouth quirks back up. He’s used his grip on my shaft to re-align us, turning so Emma can see most of my front and most of his back, while still having a perfect view of the sliver of space between us… where her panties span the gap.

“This is my good side,” he explains, shrugging. “Angles are half the battle, babe. ”

Before I can decide whether to growl or laugh at him, he tightens his fist and tugs .

It’s nothing like Emma’s soft hands, but something about the savage way he goes for it makes me snarl. I rut into his fingers, circling the smooth base of his hard length, feeling it fill and stretch.

Emma cries out, watching. Fuck, she’s so perfect . Looking like a goddamn dream while she lets Knox fuck her raw. Smelling so sweet and warm and just?—

Zane uses his free hand to cup my balls.

Then he squeezes.

I gasp, my cock buzzing as pain and pleasure shred through my core. The fingers milking my length speed up, chasing the tingle that pounds along the hardness.

Fucking fuck.

I’ve never done anything like this with another alpha. The instinct to fight swarms my blood, clouding my mind.

With a menacing flash of my teeth, I use my left hand to grip his knot and balls, cupping both just as hard as he’s holding me. The swollen mass at the bottom is hard as fuck .

When a pained moan rips from his throat and his head falls back, his cock gets harder . “ Shit ,” he pants, wide eyes dropping to watch as his dick drips chai-spiced pre-cum, begging for more. “I just had her yesterday. I didn’t realize I was already so?—”

He’s fucking throbbing is what he is. His balls are so full, I can barely keep them curled in my fingers while they pulse and draw up. They’re nearly as solid as his knot, which is insane, considering I can feel it getting firmer with every breathless second.

“You’re hard up,” I grumble, releasing a bit of the pressure I applied. “This must hurt.”

I see the way he winces, darting his gaze down to look at his angry dick and then over at the sight of Emma licking her lips.

Fuuuuuuuck .

He moans again, his knuckles kneading my panty-wrapped knot. My own fingers tighten in reflexive retribution, and his hips kick, thrusting into the pressure. His brow creases as he focuses on the glide of my hand and the panties between his skin and mine.

He hisses just as a particularly loud keen echoes from thebathtub. Knox has Emma’s legs spread wider now, his head tipped back, and his legs half-submerged in the hot water while he holds her ass against his groin and grinds the edge of his knot over her clit.

Just imagining her slick core, gushing around his dick, has my cock jerking. Zane’s does the same, twitching within my grasp.

I take advantage of the glorious visual we have and start stroking him firmer and faster. He sucks in a deep breath, his chest vibrating on a growl while his jaw clenches. “ Fuck .”

I almost laugh, but then he twists his wrist, working the plump, purple head of my cock more directly. The tip is swollen enough to ache. And the feeling of his hot palm rubbing underneath is enough for my balls to pull up.

Shit .

I’m not sure I can hold out, which was the whole point. I wanted to paint her panties. But this motherfucker must be melting off my competitive edge with his hot hands because I suddenly want nothing more than to prove I can make him lose his shit before I do.

It isn’t difficult, actually. Within a minute, Zane’s neck arches, his head dropping back on a long groan, his dick pounding into my fist like he’s rutting Emma’s sweet little pussy.

It’s nowhere near as good as that, I know, but feeling him tense and grunt next to me is its own sort of reward. That’s right , I think, remembering the way he called me good boy. Come for me, you smug bastard .

As if he hears my taunt, his black eyes flare with aggression—then smolder with lust when he flings them to our beautiful omega. I stare, too, losing track of where I am and what’s happening. Only caring about the firm glide of the silk-covered hand around my cock and the sight of Emma thrusting back onto the other alpha’s dick.

Micah reaches under her body to rub her clit, sucking soft bites into her shoulder while she screams.

Matching moans of desperation tumble out of Zane and me as we jack each other harder and faster, watching Emma roll into her own climax. When I hear Knox’s vicious curse and Micah’s hoarse cry, I know she’s squirted all over them the way she came on the bathroom floor for me.

Fuck.

FUCK .

“Come here.”

I yank Zane closer. He must be as crazed as I am because he doesn’t even hesitate. Understanding flashes through his eyes, and then he’s stepping so close, his knee goes between mine.

I don’t care. If I don’t come, I’m going to die.

We both move with more urgency, paying no mind to the way our knots brush and our balls swing into each other. If anything, the small jolts of sensation just make this better.

Zane bites his lip, bending his knees to bear down against my palm as he starts to lose control. I growl at the thought of him painting Emma’s underwear before I can and fuck his fist harder, imagining the walls of her wet pussy fluttering around my cock.

“Fuck, Gunnar,” he mutters, hunching closer as his mouth drops open. “ Yes .”

Cum erupts from his cock, the warm white spilling over both of us. It lubricates his hand, giving me the perfect slip to rut into. Within seconds, I pull back just far enough to cover his release with mine. Until the soaked blue fabric stretched between us drips .

Holy shit .

We blink at each other. And I feel my stomach clench… until Zane cocks a grin at me, exactly the way Emma did our first night here.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, Hot Shot, but did you just lose ? ”

The tightness in my middle dissipates as I snarl at him, releasing my half of the blue panties so they snap wetly into his groin.

He just laughs, flickering an affectionate look over to our omega. She’s all wrapped up against Knox’s chest while he buries his face against her shoulder and tries to piece his brain back together.

Same, bro , I think again.

Same .