Page 160 of Knot So Social

Willow gasps, grabbing at his shoulder. She rises a little off her chair, mouth opening in a beautiful O and the soft slurping sounds beneath her skirt tell us all exactly how wet she is.

I groan, remembering the taste from her heat.

Joel’s fierce grip drags on the tablecloth, making the dishes clink.

Willow automatically reaches to steady the plates, but Joel beats her to it. Jumping to his feet he drags the entire cloth, dishes and all, along the table to clear the space. I grin as I help him tug everything to the other end of the table, righting the tilting gravy boat before it can spill.

“Alessandro, would you mind terribly if I cut in?” Joel asks.

He mumbles into her body, forming a thumbs up with one hand.

Joel picks Willow up from her seat, breaking Alessandro’s hold. The omega moans as he drops her on the edge of the table.

“Willow,” he croons, tone sweeter than I’ve ever heard from him. “I can watch another man pleasure you, but not without joining in. May I?”

Willow wraps her arms around his neck. It’s only because I’m leaning over the table fixing plates that I see him grasp the back of Alessandro’s shirt and guide his head back between the omega’s knees.

My lungs constrict in shock, and my dick jumps. If it weren’t for the ache in my groin, I’d suspect I already died and went to Heaven.

Joel kisses Willow until she’s breathless and limp and when her head falls back, he grins at me over her throat. “Look, little omega. My baby brother’s touching himself because you look so hot with your men.”

It’s only eighteen minutes but fuck if he isn’t right and I’ve got my hand down my pants.

“Unbelievably hot,” I rasp out, clasping my aching dick.

Joel smirks and licks her throat. “What do you want, princess? Whose cock do you want first?”

Her eyes widen. “Yours. His. Shit, I don’t know.”

He eyes me with a silent question. I nod and Joel chuckles. “How about we make it easy for you, then?”

Alessandro’s hands grip her knees tighter and she gasps, chest pulsing with shattered breaths. He’s working her so good she can hardly speak. “H-how?”

Joel leans by her ear and whispers, “Two for the price of one.”

She shivers.

Blood throbs through me, my dick straining inside its skin. I strip my clothes as quick as I can around my injury. Not sure how a family meeting turned into a foursome, but I am so here for this.

I climb up on the table behind her, my cock a big, upright flag waving for my omega.

“Up you go,” Joel says, spinning her until she’s spread over me.

Alessandro appears beside her shoulder, wiping his gleaming lips, eyes dilated with pleasure. His own trousers tent over a hard on. I never knew it could be so sexy seeing another man erect for my woman.

Our woman, I correct myself.

“Your leg,” Willow protests as she kneels over me.

“I’m more worried about my third leg breaking from being so hard,” I joke.

She slaps my shoulder, blushing prettily. Joel steadies her waist and then strips her damp underwear from beneath the dress. Willow’s lips part with a soft gasp.

“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, and a purr rattles through my chest.

She likes that, her scent blooming and her eyes softening with desire. I reach up and pull her down onto my chest, covering her mouth with mine. She’s all soft and pliant, warmed up by Alessandro and panting for us. Reminds me of how great it felt to be part of a football team back in high school.

Willow rocks into me with a broken gasp. Joel holds her ass cheeks, skirt pushed up to her waist, and his delighted moans as he tastes her warm my ears. He’s still lapping at her as I guide her down onto my throbbing cock. Not like the proximity can bother twins. We’ve had literal dick wars, pissing contests, and shared locker rooms all our lives. His cock is an extension of mine, and here, with his mouth and my dick fighting for the same space, it’s like I feel his pleasure as an echo behind what’s exploding in my heart.