Page 61 of Knot Forgotten

“Tapping you?” I ask hesitantly, my gaze flicking to Matt for a moment before locking back on Riley’s deep green eyes.

He nods. “With any body part that can reach me.”

“Okay,” I agree.

I think I’m going to burn up if he doesn’t touch me soon. Need spreads through me, and it feels slightly different than last night. Which makes sense. They are different guys, so, of course, it wouldn’t be the same.

And just the idea that it may be both of them is enough to light a fire in my belly. But that is putting the carriage before the horse, so maybe I should figure out each of them on their own first.

He hesitates only a moment before his hands are on my sides, lifting me further up the bed. His mouth crashing into mine. A stinging pain in my lip has me nipping back at him, reveling in the coppery taste of blood on my tongue.

A low growl rumbles from his chest, and he tangles his fingers into my hair and deepens the kiss. Devouring me like a man starving.

Whimpering, I spread my legs, letting him settle between them. He runs his hands down my body, reaching my hips, then my legs. His fingers grip my thighs as he adjusts his hands and spreads my thighs wider. The flimsy material of both his sweats and my leggings doing little to stop him from pressing against me.

It feels delicious and sinful.

I’m almost positive he is going to tear a hole in my leggings with the force he is using. He is hard as a rock against me, and I squirm, attempting to find that friction I love.

He tears his mouth away from mine and nips at my jaw, earlobe, and the sensitive flesh just below my ear. Drawing another whimper from the depths of my soul.

“You are going to have to be louder,” he says against my throat.

His words draw yet another whimper from me, and he purrs in approval. Somewhere in the depths of my mind, I register Matt sitting on the opposite bed, watching us. It elicits a helpless moan from me as Riley sucks my skin between his teeth, the pleasurable pain making me buck beneath him.

“Your skin tastes so sweet, Rin.”

He tugs at the bottom of my shirt, and I arch off the bed to help him pull it higher before it blinds me for a moment and is discarded off to the side. Our lips meet again, tongues tangling with a need building to a fever pitch. His palms drag over my exposed skin, fingers flexing into my flesh, before he finds the hook of my bra and undoes it with one hand.

Needing to feel his skin against mine, I pull at the hem of his shirt until he reaches down and lifts it up and over his head in one tantalizing sweep of his arm, his muscles bunching and lengthening with his movement. The piercings in his nipples catching on what little light is in the room.

His eyes drag over me, feeling like a physical touch, my nipples pebbling even more under his attention. He reaches out, his long fingers rolling my left nipple between the tips. Squeezing the hard peak between his thumb and forefinger. I moan loudly at the sensation, and he flicks his gaze up to mine.

“I’ve thought of this a lot since they pulled me away from you,” he admits, his eyes holding mine. “Not even practice could drown out the idea.”

“Well, I’m more than just an idea right now,” I say when he drops his gaze to my lips.

His mouth curls up into a smile that should be illegal for the things it does to me. It is sinful in all the right ways.

“Rinny, after we are finished, you are going to wear all my marks, including my bite.”

The promise in his words sends a shiver straight to my core. My breath catches in my throat, and a moan is torn from me as his mouth and teeth close around my right nipple. He sucks hard until I arch off of the bed, and he releases the suction. There is a fire ignited beneath my skin, flowing through my blood and awakening something full of need and want.

I want that. All of that.

My fingers tangle into his pale hair as I hold him to my breast, needing the pain and pleasure he’s delivering in waves. A submissive sound works its way from my lungs as he marks my skin. His teeth sink into me, a claiming mark before he even takes my leggings off. And it feels right.

I know heats are needed to make it real—to cement any marks. With heat blockers, that isn’t possible. But this is enough right now. I want all of their marks, with or without a full blown heat. Only the thought of it makes my blood warmer than it has ever been before, and perfume fills the room, heavy and thick.

It smells slightly different when mixed with chocolate chip cookies and ginger, but I love the mixture. It is almost like walking into a bakery—all of the options laid out for you, the scents mingling in the air.

When he strips my pants from my legs, I’m more than ready. My soaked panties follow the same path, and he’s spreading me wider. His hands press against my inner thighs, all of his focus on my pussy, as if he’s found heaven. My stomach flips and dips, then he adds to it, his finger swiping up my slick and circling my clit.

He purrs, a low rumble of satisfaction in the moment of calm. He shifts on his knees, and my eyes catch on what his clothing blocks from my gaze. His sweats had been tented before, but now his dick is straining at the top of them, ready to break free.

My breath is caught somewhere in my lungs as I drag my eyes back up to his face. The intensity of his stare makes me want to force my legs closed. It is intimate and makes me feel cherished by him in a way I haven’t in a long time. It almost feels like too much emotion.

He releases me and pushes his sweats from his hips. He is slightly thicker than Matt but not as long if I were to compare them. When he settles his warmth against me, I’m more than ready.

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