Page 171 of Knot my First Rodeo

I harden instantly, no way to hide it, not with her foot pressing right there.

"Autumn," I growl.

She just smiles, raises one eyebrow, and presses harder.

Tease.

My hand shoots down, catches her ankle and squeezes, causing her to do a half whine half whimper.

"Wha—" Clint turns toward us. He sees my hand on her foot, sees the bulge in my jeans, and his eyebrows climb. "Oh. Oh, I see how it is."

Briggs chuckles, his fingers still tangled in her hair. "Looks like someone wants to play with her alphas."

"If she wants to play," I say, "we'll play."

I tug her foot gently, pulling her toward me across the nest of blankets. She squeaks, giggles, and lets herself be dragged until she's sprawled between my legs. Briggs shifts with her, propped on his elbow, watching.

Clint scoots closer, his hand falling to her hip. "Looks like we're gonna have some fun tonight."

I keep hold of her ankle, running my thumb along the arch of her foot as her breath hitches. "You're teasing me, aren’t you, Sweetheart?"

"Maybe," she whispers, biting her lip.

"Maybe?" Briggs leans down, his mouth brushing her ear. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

She shivers, a flush spreading across her chest.

I release her ankle and slide my hand up her calf, over her knee, along her thigh.

"You trying to have us together? It’d be the first time since your heat. You were so needy then, remember? Begging for our cocks, for our knots."

"Tripp," she breathes, her eyes darkening.

“I remember you on your hands and knees, crying because you needed to be filled.” I pull her leggings down, exposing her skin, inch by inch. “Tonight’s going to be different. We’re going to take our time with you.”

Clint’s hand slides up from her hip to her waist, tugging her shirt up. “And we’re going to talk you through every second. Tell you how beautiful you look. How fucking good you feel.”

Briggs leans down and licks at his mark, and she gasps.

“You like that, don’t you, Princess? Being marked. Being ours.”

“Yes,” she moans breathily.

“Then let’s get these clothes off.”

We work together to get our omega naked. I finish her leggings, pulling them off and tossing them aside. Briggs rips her shirt over her head. Clint unclasps her bra and slides the straps down her arms. Within moments, she’s naked, lying on the blankets, her skin flushed and her nipples hard.

I take a moment to look at her curves, the swell of her hips, and the fullness of her tits.

She’s perfect.

“Goddamn,” I murmur.

Clints echoes the sentiment, his hands trailing down her stomach. “Look at her. I bet she’s wet for us already.”

I shift so that I’m kneeling between her legs, my cock straining against my jeans. “I’m going to taste you before we do anything else.”

I lower myself, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She spreads her legs wider in invitation. I kiss higher, my mouth hovering over her cunt. She's glistening, the scent of her filling my senses.