Page 26 of Knot Broken

It felt like now she really saw me, us. Her wolf pushed forward, sizing each one of us up, and I stood tall, ready for her inspection.

“Look, this was my bright idea.” Ethan came to stand beside me, the counter between us and my mate. “If it’s not what you’re into, we can try something else or nothing, if that’s what you want.”

Don’t say no, I thought silently.

“Umm…” If Nadia was in wolf form, her paws would be dancing across our tiled floor, unsure whether to whirl around and fight or run for the hills. “So if I don’t like whatever you had planned, then what?”

That sharp change in tone, the way her eyes flashed as she stood tall. Fight it was, it seemed.

“Then everything stops.” All of us guys glanced at each other because we’d said basically the same thing. Leaving my beer behind, I came around the kitchen island and moved slowly towards her. She could easily get away from me, but she stood her ground. “We’ll check in with you the entire time.” I tapped my nose. “Your scent will tell us a lot.”

“But scent doesn’t equal consent.” Grey glanced at me before focussing on Nadia. “If you talk to us, tell us how each thing feels, then there’s no misunderstanding. You said you wanted to get better at expressing yourself. Well, in this scenario you’ll be forced to communicate during the whole thing.”

Was that a selling point or the thing that sent my mate running? My heart pounded as the silence stretched on and on, then skipped a beat when she nodded.

“OK, sure, let’s do that.” Nadia glanced down as if seeing her work clothes for the first time. “Shit, I should’ve had a shower before I arrived.”

“This way,” I said with a grin, then showed her where the bathroom was.

“So there’s plenty of hot water.” I picked up one of the towels I’d bought. “Brand new towels that are big and fluffy.” Her smile emboldened me. “Then when you’re done, put on this robe.” Her smile faded as I held out the plush dressing gown, but she reached out, stroking the furry surface. “Then walk into the lounge room and we’ll get started.”

“Tex…” I had turned to head out the door, but she stopped me. Looking back over my shoulder I saw her staring at me with big, brown eyes. “Look, thanks for all this. You’re being very sweet for a guy that was sexually harassed at his workplace.”

A small grunt and I spun on my heel, my hands finally sinking into her hair like they’d been itching to since the moment my mate arrived.

“Trust me when I say that this is my pleasure.”

Then I kissed her, closed mouth but hard, making clear just how fucking much I wanted this. That feeling carried me out of the bathroom and down the hall to find the others had started setting up the space.

“A stool would be the best thing,” Ethan said. “Means you’ve got access to Nadia’s body from all angles.”

“Not very comfortable.” Grey shook his head at the low wooden stool. “And Nadia will want to recline backwards for vaginal penetration.”

“So I’ll hold her.” I blinked, then corrected myself. “One of us will hold her.”

Not for the first time, I wondered at my willingness to allow my friends near my mate. I’d expected the wolf to get territorial, but he just wagged his tail in anticipation. In his mind, more hands meant more pleasure for our omega, and I tended to agree.

“Whose holding me?”

Looking up, I drank the sight of Nadia in. Damp and pink skinned from the shower, her hand clutched at the neck of her dressing gown. Her eyes were everywhere, taking in the stool, the lounge room, the closed curtains, and then the box beside us.

“I am.” Moving closer, I observed her just as intently as she did the room. I took up position behind her, then pulled her against my chest. My lips lowered, brushing the top of her ear. “If you’re OK with that?”

A moment of silence as she considered the idea, so when she looked up at me and nodded, my heart was in my throat.

“Sure,” she said. “Let’s see what you had planned.”

Chapter 13

Nadia

I felt so fucking uncomfortable.

It wasn’t the hard wood of the stool against my butt or the fact that every single man was now staring at me. My hand went to the borrowed dressing gown, automatically stopping it from parting around my thighs when I realised what I was doing. The three of them were about to see me in all my naked glory if things went to plan.

And that’s what had me on edge.

When my teenage boyfriend brought up experimenting sexually, I was excited. Girls at school discussed some pretty mild kinks and I thought they were being oh-so daring. Maybe we’d discover something I liked, that I enjoyed. That hope went with me into his darkened bedroom, but what I found was something else.