Page 64 of Knotted their Beauty

“Oh fuck yes. If you come in here and present your needy little hole, I will definitely be fucking and knotting it. That’s not even a question. Mmm. I can smell your slick, baby. Why are you fighting this so hard?”

“I came to talk.”

“I’m talked to death, Ves. I need to come. You decide where.”

“Why are you like this?” His hands fist his waistband in jerky movements before he shoves it down his powerful thighs and it falls to the floor.

“I ask myself that every day.”

Ves stalks toward the shower and yanks open the door as I raise my brow. Despite the warmth of the shower, the glass is still crystal clear. I love the magic at hotels and whatever cleaning products they use. I appreciate the effort even more now that it’s bringing my omega to me.

“Sir, I’m a lady. Coming in uninvited?”

“Stroking your cock while I watched was the invite, Lennox.”

“Guess so. Get your ass in here.”

Ves knocks my hand away from my cock as he enters the shower, hissing as the water hits his body.

“Are you trying to boil yourself alive?”

“You’re such a baby,” I chuckle, twisting the dial behind me to slightly less than scalding. My other hand pulls him closer to me, the soap still dripping from my cock.

My hand grips both of our shafts as he grunts in surprise, and I begin to stroke them.

“Fuck. How is that so good?” he groans.

“I have a feeling you enjoy a very firm hand.” I say it with just enough innuendo, enjoying the way a blush begins to crawl up his neck. I chuckle as I fist his hair, pulling him closer until we’re practically breathing the same air. “Your move.”

“Why do you have to make everything so fucking hard?”

“We’re both assholes. Poor Arlo got a pack of dicks and he is so damn sweet. Mmm. That’s it, baby. Give me your slick.”

Ves’ chest heaves as he stares at my lips, waiting me out. I’m not going to him. I’ll happily continue to play with his dick. I’m doing just fine.

“God. So good, Lennox.”

“Fuck yeah it is. I have more fun tricks up my sleeve, but you have to make the first move, baby. I’m right here⁠—”

Ves slams his lips so hard against mine, our teeth click. I grin against him as I kiss him back, walking him backward until he hits the glass wall. Lifting his leg up until he can hook it around my waist, I continue to work our cocks with my hand. Our tongues fight like there’s a prize waiting at the end, and his lips are firm and demanding. This is so much better than I thought it would be when he finally decided to get his head out of his ass.

Speaking of ass…

My free hand manages to press against his puckered hole, and slick meets me as I push my way in. Instead of tightening up, he melts against me with a sigh.

“Alpha.”

“Oh you have some sweetness in there after all, huh?” I ask, licking his lips as I remove my thumb to push my fingers inside of his hole instead. “You’re a sour patch kid, aren’t you?”

“We already did the trauma dump without the candy, but I would definitely have brought the sour patch kids with some notice.”

I chuckle, shaking my head and moving until I’m grabbing handfuls of his ass. “Up you go, baby.”

He gasps as I hitch him up, my muscles not even working very hard as I brace him against the wall. Fuck yes, it didn’t even shake. This is perfect.

“This is why I work out, Ves.”

I’m aware we could all throw Arlo around, but Ves is a big guy. I’m built like a damn tank and have the strength behind it to back it up. Holding him up with one hand, I appreciate that he locks his ankles at my back.