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

“Gorgeous,” I growl, hiding a grin. “Open up.”

Emma tosses her head back and forth. When the low light coming through the ceiling’s round window hits her, she really does look gorgeous.

Soft gold gilds her blonde curls as they bounce around her bare face. I’m taking all the credit for her hair after this heat. I’ve been making sure it’s clean and putting oil in it whenever I find time to comb it out.

Our nest pod has a very small attached bathroom, but she hates it—probably because the limited space means only one of us can be in the shower with her at a time. The first night we tried washing her, she got so upset Micah wound up knotting her over the vanity just to keep her from accidentally hurting herself.

We got her into the shower after that, but I had to stand on the toilet lid and reach over the curtain to wash her hair since Micah had to use his arms to hold her against his body while I did it.

So, yeah.

Maybe we need a bigger shower.

Otherwise, apart from the mind-bending perfection of servicing Emma every hour or two, things have been calm. We’ve talked and not talked and slept whenever we can.

In terms of rest, I think Knox currently has the biggest deficit. He’s been taking calls whenever he can, making all the arrangements we discussed before her heat and adjusting them as we think of new things.

If I ever wondered how I would feel about having a pack alpha, now I know how much we all need him. Yeah, Knox’s dominance is way stronger than the average leader, but he wields it precisely—and takes care of shit I would never even think of.

Micah’s been his usual green-flag self. He helps every chance he gets and says the sweetest damn things to Emma. She glows when he speaks to her—and I know his words soak right into the piece of her soul those other assholes stomped on.

My Hot Shot, on the other hand, has stamina to rival all of us put together. Anytime one of us is too depleted to go on, he taps in without hesitation.

And I get to watch, so…

I think I’m pretty much the luckiest alpha on the planet.

I’ve had the thought several times over the last five days, but most especially in moments like these, with Emma’s hazy eyes beaming mischief at me.

She’s so fucking cute, oh my God.

It took nearly two days of steadfast attentiveness, but by the third morning of her heat, our girl woke up from one of her mini-naps with a bright, lopsided smile.

She’s been that way ever since—happy and excited. Trying to play with us, even though she isn’t coherent. So much like our Emma, it makes us a little misty at times.

Hopefully, her haze will clear soon. She’s been having more frequent moments like this, where her cramps are at bay and she just wants us for comfort and pleasure.

When she isn’t in pain, her need goes from a wild stampede to more of a sweet, beseeching energy. If she needs us, she whines and climbs over to whoever she wants.

I love that there’s no longer any fear on her face when she does that. She knows each of us will open for her. She feels like she can be herself.

She knows she’s ours.

Waiting to make her ours has been fucking torture…

But at least her attempts at baiting us into biting her have gone from frantic to bratty. Now, when one of us gently scolds her for trying to take matters into her own hands, we just get a little snort and a pissy eye-roll.

See? So. Fucking. Cute.

We’re currently in the middle of one of her brat attacks. The others are trying to catch some sleep while I feed her, but her Omega is totally goading me—refusing to take the last bite of her meal because she knows it makes my Alpha crazy when she doesn’t eat properly.

Little does this naughty minx know, I’ve been sneaking extra veggies and protein into everything I slip away to make for her.

Still, a visceral part of me just wants her to finish this damn bite…

She shakes her head again, giving me a put-on pout that I totally know is fake… but it tugs at my heartstrings all the same.

My shoulders slump forward, a pout of my own pulling at my lips.

Gunnar shakes off his doze and crawls over, chuckling, “Let it go, Pretty Boy. It looks like she’s eaten a good amount.”

He reaches my side and settles close. We’ve been doing that more and more during the heat. Just… relaxing near each other.

His hip presses into my thigh while he sits, petting Emma’s perfect curls and smiling at her. “You’re trouble tonight, squirt.”

Her answering grin is dazzling. Gunnar’s pupils dilate while he absorbs it. His scent lightens; the sweet, salty smell so familiar now that I swear it feels like a part of hers. Or my own.

He cocks a brow at her, which only elicits a soft whine. I snort when it softens him instantly, smirking as he lifts her off my lap and tucks her into his purring chest. When she starts licking his throat, he simply bends his head and lets her.

“You’re worse than me!” I laugh.

With a wince, he guides her face into the crook of his neck and rests his cheek against her crown. After a peaceful moment passes, our gazes catch and hold.

The current running between us ramps up every time that happens. Rising higher and crackling louder.

I watch an idea form behind his brow. Suddenly, the nuttiness in the air grows so rich, even Micah stirs. Knox must truly be exhausted because he keeps sleeping—although, as the days wear on, his Alpha has trusted us more and more on our own.

I shrug, deciding to take his quiet snores as a compliment. Then I sit forward, tilting my head at Gunnar. “What are you thinking?”

Micah yawns and rubs at his eyes, glancing over just in time to catch Gunnar’s answering shrug. “I was thinking—if our omega needs to eat more, we need to feed her.”

“We?” I repeat.

He holds my eyes, nodding slowly. “Yeah. We.”

Oh, fuck.

I told you Hot Shot was murder for my game.

But I can’t have him forgetting who’s the good boy around here. Because it definitely isn’t me.

“How would we do that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “You want to race? Or…”

Micah gives a good-natured snort as he approaches. He drops a kiss to the back of Emma’s head and whispers to her, then looks between Gunnar and me with wry amusement.

“Can you two stop flirting and pick a position? Because I’d like to know where to put myself in order to lick our omega’s pussy,” Micah half-jokes.

Emma whines, scrambling up with a hopeful look in her bleary eyes. Micah flashes his kind smile at her, holding his arms open so she can leap right into them.

“Yeah? You like that idea, sweet girl?” When she whines and sucks at his pulse, he groans, “Guys? Hurry up.”

“What do you want to do?” I ask Hockey Boy again. “One at a time or…?”

He bites his lip and looks down at the way I’ve hardened into stone. “Together,” he roughs out.

This stuff is still a big deal to him. Knowing that softens the edges of my grin as I stand, reaching down to help him to his feet and sliding my hand up his arm to steady him. I leave my palm spread over his shoulder, meeting his eyes again.

“Together, then.”

Zap.

Was that lightning?

No, just whatever is happening here between me and Hockey Boy.

Emma keens, and Micah kisses her as he holds her in his lap. Giving us time, I suspect, to work this out with as much privacy as he can possibly offer.

Gunnar watches them for a moment before turning to me. Showing me that flash of vulnerability so few ever get to see.

“Come here,” I murmur. “I know what to do.”

He listens, moving closer to let me position his body with mine in a way I know will work. He’s a little taller, so when I fit the front of his left hip against the front of my right, his cock bobs just over mine.

The arrangement I have in mind won’t necessarily be the most natural one, but his dick already leans slightly to his right, so bending it a bit to get us lined up won’t be that different.

“Trust me?” I ask, glancing over for his approval. When he gives it, I grasp us both, only squeezing slightly as I fit his dick over mine and stroke to my left, aligning us to face Emma.

Which is as far as I get before I’m ready to burst.

Fuck, Gunnar is scorching hot and so damn thick. His girth bathes the top of my shaft in pulsing heat as he fidgets slightly, finding that the most comfortable place for his left arm is across my back. At first, his hand hovers near my side, but after a beat, he presses his palm there purposefully and… starts stroking.

Oh, damn. I like that.

“Good boy,” I mutter, snaking my own free hand behind him to rub the small of his back. “You’ll need to hold on for this.”

Before he can reply, I fist both of us—my fingers stretching to reach halfway around—and tug.

This time, he growls, kicking his hip into mine. I rub the heads of our dicks together, slowly squeezing them until the pre-cum leaking from his slit wets the top of my tip. The next time I roll my fingers, we both groan at the slick friction.

Emma turns at the sound, her eyes burning even brighter. If I weren’t so focused on chasing the pound in my knot, I might even laugh at the way she stares, her mouth open.

Our girls loves watching me jack Gunnar off. I knew it the first time it happened, but her heat has confirmed beyond a shadow of a doubt. Anytime we need to mesmerize her, this is the way to do it.

And her perfume.

Good, sweet Lord.

She wets her lips, the motion absent, and starts to crawl for us. Micah follows with a grin, letting her get up onto her knees between Gunnar’s leg and mine. Once she’s there, watching me rub our cockheads together, the firefighter lies down facing the other direction and nestles his head between her thighs.

“Sit right here, love,” he husks, petting her ass with both hands to guide her into place. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Watching your alphas touch each other turns you on so much, doesn’t it?”

Emma’s answering whine is helpless and a little dazed. Gunnar threads his hand into her hair, his fingers tracing soothing circles. “We love it, omega,” he assures her. “And we love you.”

He really is sweet to her. The hand I have at his back dips lower, wanting to show him how grateful I am for that. When I cup one of his muscular ass cheeks with my palm, goosebumps prickle his skin.

Huh.

We’ll definitely be looking into that later, but for now, I have to help my gorgeous girl fit two cocks into her mouth.

Gunnar’s already on it, taking advantage of Micah’s good work and Emma’s open-mouthed gasps to rub her parted lips against us. One brush over my leaking slit has me salivating.

Emma, too, apparently, because she sucks at us both, humming in ecstasy while her eyes fall closed. I smell her slick, even before Micah growls at its taste.

Fuck me, this is so hot.

But can my Hot Shot leave well enough alone?

Of course not.

Keeping one hand on Emma’s head, he guides her forward to take us both deeper. We stretch her pretty mouth until it can’t accommodate any more. When I shift, putting our dicks side-by-side instead, she hums her approval and sucks both harder.

Gunnar shifts to slip his other hand in front of me and grab hold of my knot. With firm, slow motions, he kneads the throbbing mass until it swells for him.

Fucking fuuuuuck.

I curse, palming his ass harder, kneading it the same way he’s working my knot. Micah slurps more of Emma’s cream, his hips bucking into the air as he does.

Emma’s face is rapturous. With eyes half-lidded, she licks the underside of both of our dicks, then slicks the space between them. Gunnar moves his fingers with more purpose, trying to drive me toward a faster finish.

Always trying to win, my Hot Shot.

As if I’d ever let that happen.

I grasp the bottom half of his shaft, knowing Emma won’t be able to take both of us that deep, and start jacking him off while she swallows around her mouthful. He groans, the sound mingling with the moan that vibrates over both of us as Emma comes on Micah’s face.

FUCK.

My core clenches as release bursts out of me. Knot expanding into Hockey Boy’s rhythmic squeezes, cock spraying down Emma’s throat and all over Gunnar’s dick. He chokes on a growl, his ass twitching as he follows me over the edge.

Right where Emma and I wanted him.