Page 13 of Knot Broken

“Oh…”

She made that sound when Tex wedged his knot inside her, then over and over as he rocked back and forth. I’d felt a similar gasp vibrate through me as she sucked my dick. Not-so-little Ethan rose then, ready for another round as I remember the velvety clasp of her throat. Instead, Tex stepped forward.

And so did Grey.

Interesting.

Crowding her into the back of the lift, I walked in too, then slapped the close door button.

“Omega.”

I don’t know who actually growled that, but we were all thinking the same damn thing. That heady perfume was so much sweeter now. Maybe because she was sucking in breaths faster and faster.

“You…” She couldn’t work out where to point it seemed. “I didn’t think I’d see any of you ever again.”

“Must be fate.”

Tex was all smiles now as he leaned against the back of the elevator and stared down at her.

“You…” she babbled. “If I had any idea… If I bothered to ask.”

“Take a breath, omega.” I didn’t think anything could tear my attention away from the mystery girl, but Grey’s tone softening did it. She obeyed him instinctively. Of course she did. Grey’s wolf was so damn strong. With a blink, she glanced at each one of us in turn, then her cheeks burned bright red.

“I am so, so sorry. I thought you worked for Good Vibes and everything was all part of the scenario…”

“Scenario, huh?” I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. “Ethan.” I tapped my chest. “That idiot there is Tex.” He was grinning down at her like a wolf that wanted to eat her all up. “And Grey. Now how about you tell us your name and why would a woman as beautiful as you need the services of a sexual surrogate?”

Chapter 6

Nadia

“Beautiful?” I stopped, blinked, then shook my head. No one had called me that in ages, but then my shoulders rolled back as my arms crossed my chest. “I guess since we’ve already been… intimate, an introduction is in order. I’m Nadia, and what the hell does someone’s looks have to do with it?”

When my therapist first broached the idea of seeing a sexual surrogate, I’d been horrified. In my mind, it was just prostitution dressed up in fancy language, but once I talked to Brendan, when he helped coax my fantasies out of me, I could see it was so much more.

“Sexual surrogacy is a legitimate service. Some people have…”

The descriptions of massive alphas in my books always gave me a thrill when reading, but the reality was something else. I was fairly tall for a woman, but right now I felt like a tiny little thing as they loomed over me.

And I kinda liked it.

That day, the way Tex seemed to know exactly what I wanted. Those big hands picking me up like a doll and putting me on the workbench. The way all of them touched me. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Without any prompting, any embarrassing conversations at all, they knew exactly what I wanted. Part of me wished like hell they were employed by Good Vibes, because then I could walk right back into that consulting room and do it all over again.

But that wasn’t possible.

“Some people struggle with sexual issues,” I said finally. “They need help and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“What did you need help with?”

Tex moved just a little closer, until I could almost feel the heat radiating off his body. Those blue eyes sparkled, the skin around them creasing, right before they started to turn silver.

“That’s not really…” My sharp reply trailed away as I considered the three of them. In light of what happened, perhaps they were owed an explanation. “I’m guessing you don’t normally have women wandering into your work sites ready to jump your bones.”

“Be a lot easier to get Tex out of bed if they did,” Ethan replied with a grin.

“OK, fine.” Staring at the elevator floor made it possible to get the words out. “I… struggle to ask for what I want sexually when in a relationship. Sometimes it feels like that I’m there as a means for him to get off. What I want, what I need, my pleasure.” I paused, because that came out in a strangled tone. My fingers flexed, then formed fists before I forged on. “It doesn’t matter.”

Honest to goodness growls filled the lift carriage, and that forced me to look up again. It felt like each one of them had grown twice as large as I saw three sets of silver eyes staring at me. It’d been difficult the first time I talked about it with Brendan, but now the words just came spilling out.