Her Knotty List (MVP: Most Valuable Pack Book 4)

The whole time Knox strips off my clothes and guides me into the tub, his intense gaze never leaves my face. Micah watches, too, his full lips hanging open like he’s in a trance.

Because of me?

For a second, I can’t believe it. I even start to glance over my shoulder, sure that the neighboring mountain framed in the window behind the tub must be crumbling or something.

Knox doesn’t allow that. His big, rough palm molds under my chin, pulling my attention back to him. His brow ticks up.

“Good girls keep their eyes on their alphas.”

That blue, blue gaze sees so much more than it should. His gruff voice takes on a soft, growly edge. “And you want to be good for me,” he says slowly, as if piecing my thoughts together, “don’t you, baby?”

If I were cooler or smarter, I’d find some way to stop the desperate whine that eeks out of my throat. But the idea of being exactly what these men want—who they want—is too much for me to resist.

I’ve never been anyone’s first choice or their focus.

And maybe it makes me the naive, needy girl the Dunlaps accused me of being, but I want to please Knox more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.

The rugged alpha’s lips curl slightly when he hears my whimper, soft satisfaction streaking his irises. “I know you do, honey,” he murmurs. “Daddy knows. I’m going to make it real easy for you this first time, I promise.”

He doesn’t have endless, hypnotic eyes like Zane, but Knox’s dominance is almost more potent. Like a drug, numbing the edges of my self-consciousness and filling my belly with languid flutters.

His thumb skims my lower lip, pulling it from my teeth as he tosses a casual command over to Micah. “Her pants. We need to get her warmed up.”

My hazel-eyed fireman smiles as he approaches, pausing to nuzzle my bare shoulder sweetly before he settles his long-fingered hands on my hips. “Mm, sweet girl. You’re so fucking pretty for us, aren’t you?”

His compliment puts a sharp lump in my throat. When Knox sees my dismayed blink at the other alpha, he growls quietly, dropping his heated gaze over my exposed skin. “You’re goddamn beautiful, baby. My knot’s been aching since you took your top off—days ago.”

Micah hums as he works my sweats down, leaving my body completely bare. His lips find my pulse and suck it gently. “She feels like a fucking dream, Knox. I can’t stop thinking about the way she rode me.” He groans to himself. “So perfect.”

Every word soaks into my center, warming my blood and gelling the muscles clenched in my core. Slick starts to slip down my thighs, the scent of cinnamon a spicy, toasted burst of heat.

Micah moans louder as he tugs at his own clothes, gold-green eyes blazing. “Fuck, sweet girl. You gonna squirt some more for us?”

Knox feels the jolt of mortification that jams its way into me. He freezes, scanning my face before a more sinister snarl starts in his chest.

“Did they tell you there was something wrong with that? Your other alphas?”

I hate that he’s called them that—and I hate that he’s right. When I shrink back a bit, his features pull into a deep frown.

Micah crowds into my back, purring smoothly and hugging me around the waist as Knox steps into my front, holding my head between his hands.

“Pay close attention, baby girl, because Daddy will be mad if you don’t listen,” he roughs. “I want your sweet slick all over me, Micah, and this tub. So when you come, this pretty pussy better gush for us. Or I’ll be spanking it, you hear?”

Holy night.

I feel like I’m made of slick at this point. Melting into a drippy puddle as I nod breathlessly. “Yes, Alpha.”

Knox’s cedar scent takes on a sweetness I never would have expected, especially when his brow arches sternly. I swallow, correcting myself, “I mean, yes, Daddy.”

Tension leaves his shoulders on a deep exhale. I think I understand—most pack alphas like it when omegas give them the “Alpha” designation, but after everything he went through, he’s scared to take that title from me.

Knox confirms my musings when he mumbles, “That’s better.” He nods at the steaming water and pulsing jets. “Into the tub, little miss.”

Micah chuffs at my nape. “I think you actually tamed Knox, sweet girl. That didn’t take long.”

The other alpha looses a sound that makes the fine hairs on my arms stand up, but Micah only pauses for half a breath before laughing, the snicker just a bit strained.

“Okay, okay,” he replies, kissing my shoulder one final time before casting Knox a look. “If you wanted her all to yourself, what did you drag me up here for?”

My chest tightens, the urge to reach back and clutch Micah nearly overwhelming. Knox makes a reassuring noise, petting my hair. “Emma wants you here,” he tells my other alpha. “And I need backup.”

I already know Micah is the best of us. He’s been the kindest, most-selfless alpha I’ve ever met since the second I opened my eyes and found him staring back at me. But the way he nods without a speck of judgment and solemnly promises, “Then I’m here.”

How is he possibly real?

I turn without thinking, jumping into his arms. He catches me in a big hug, kissing me between chuckles. “Hi, baby. You like it when we get along, huh?”

Before I can ask myself if that’s a good thing, Knox brushes my hair back, nodding with steely approval. “That’s a gift, omega. Your instinct to bring people together is exactly what a pack needs.”

They aren’t a pack, though. And that fact dangles between us, even as they work together to get me into the hot water.

A moment later, I can’t care anymore. Because Micah kneels at my back while Knox shucks his jeans and boots, leaving himself naked and poised for my perusal.

Oh.

Sweet.

Lord.

His knot. It’s huge.

My pussy clenches at the sight, fluttering in anticipation. Perfume fills the warm room, and Knox’s hard cock jumps… before his knot fills even more.

I don’t think.

I lunge.

And I would probably fall face-first into the edge of the whirlpool tub, but Micah’s forearm hooks around my waist, keeping me upright while I bend forward to suck Knox right into my mouth.

I have no idea what I’m doing, but he doesn’t seem to care. The alpha chokes on a gasped growl, snapping his brawny hands to my head and holding me steady.

“Fuck, Emma,” he grits, watching me try to fit him in my mouth.

He tastes delicious, somehow. That sweet cedar musk heady enough to make me dizzy as I attempt to take him into my throat without gagging.

When I don’t make it very far, I brace for a stern correction. Or even a taunt. The one time I tried to do this for Rob, he laughed.

I wince, remembering, and Knox’s fingers loosen. A spark of fondness lights his eyes as he strokes my cheek with his roughened thumb.

“Here, baby,” he whispers, adjusting the jut of my chin. “Like this, all right? Breathe through your nose and open your throat so I can fill it up.”

When I follow his directions, the whole arrangement gets much more comfortable. He gathers my hair, thrusting against my tongue, letting me feel his smooth skin and firm girth as it teases the back of my throat.

My core pulses, slick slipping into the whirling water that laps at my hips. Micah rises higher on his knees, pressing his own erection into my backside, scraping his teeth along my nape.

His hands curl under my breasts, hefting them in his grip while he exhales against my neck. “Fuck me, Emma, you look so pretty sucking his cock.”

My fingers scrabble against Knox’s thick, flexing thighs. Micah cups my tits and thumbs my nipples, husking, “Try touching him at the same time, sweet girl. I bet he would love your hands on his knot.”

I scramble to obey, sliding my hands inward until they’re spread over Knox’s knot the way Gunnar taught me. He groans, the noise deep and serrated. When I glance up, a mask of prideful lust covers his face.

Possession.

My Omega and I whine, lapping up the way his eyes blaze, locked on my face like I’m all he can see. When he hears the sound, Micah bites my neck softly, his hardness twitching against my back.

“Good girl, Emma,” he murmurs. “Look how much he likes that.”

“Too much.” Knox’s jaw flexes. His nostrils flare, inhaling my perfume. “Need you to stop,” he snarls, his alpha power whipping me into stillness.

My insides start to curl as I rear back into Micah, but Knox flexes a soothing beat of reassurance, holding my face every bit as reverently as he has this whole time.

His eyes flash, begging me to understand. “I need to mark you, omega. Put my cum deep inside you. Will you let me?”