Page 84 of Knot Forgotten

Mindless want fills me, and he sinks into my mouth, both of us moaning with pleasure. My heat builds inside me, and another wave comes on like a tsunami. Crashing over me.

“Cam,” I beg, his name still on my lips as they wrap around him again. He groans, his fingers going into my hair as he leans against the back of the shower.

“Sweet, sweet omega,” he says.

The feelings coming off of him through the bond urge me on. Setting my blood on fire. A swell of intense pleasure builds inside of him. Pouring over into me, pushing me toward an orgasm without even touching myself.

“Erin,” he gasps. He wants me to deny him.

So I do.

Squeezing his knot, my teeth graze down his length before releasing him. The energy inside of me is like a spring coiled, ready to release. When it starts to ease again, I stroke him from root to tip until he lets out a moan. Starting a repeat of the process. Denying us both, over and over again.

The water runs cold, reminding me of the coolness of a spring rain. Perfect.

“Cam, come.” It isn’t a request; it is an order—a pure necessity.

Emotion and pleasure combine, surging through me, and I’m not sure where I begin and he ends as he tumbles into release. Coating my tongue and throat with his essence. The aftershocks rip through me as if it were my own orgasm and not his. I attempt to swallow as much as I can. Some of it slips from between my lips as I let him fall from my mouth.

His fingers caress my cheek, slipping down over my lower lip, before gathering some of his cum and sinking his fingers into my mouth. He looks transfixed as he repeats the motion. I lick his thumb clean for the second time, and then he is tugging me to my feet.

“You are continuously helping me to push my limits,” he says.

My eyes do a lap around his face, looking for any sign of regret, even if I can’t feel it through the bond. “Is that a good thing?”

“Better,” he replies. His mouth captures mine. His tongue dances with mine, tasting himself on it. “You’re shivering.” He breaks away and turns off the water. Then he wraps me in a plush blue towel, drying my hair with another.

By the time he is done, my body is on fire again, the heat making me feel heavy and needy all at once. The teeter-totter of clearheadedness and this haze of pure craving fighting to see who comes out on top. Right now, it is lust and want for knots. Like a monster growing inside of me.

Slipping out of the bathroom, three sets of eyes find me. Empty food containers say that at least one need has been met.

They explode into motion as my perfume, heavy with the cloying scent of my heat, reaches them. My muscles vibrate inside of me, riding the edge. Cam follows us as Blake lifts me into his arms and carries me back into the nest.

The fairy lights twinkle down at us, looking more like the night sky than a ceiling. Blake removes the towel from my body and lies me down.

“What do you think of two of us, cupcake? Can we work together to help your needs be sated?” Blake kneels between my legs, his fingers trailing a tantalizing path up my inner thigh.

My gaze lands on Riley standing behind him, and I nod. Yes, please. Blake finds his feet and sheds his clothing before dropping back down. Electricity lights up my body when he pulls me up into a sitting position, my knees beneath me. He reaches for the tie and moves my hands behind my back, wrapping it around my wrists and securing them in place. His crown taps against my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum as he moves back.

“Look at you,” he says, his voice dropping down to that dark quiet that sends a shiver through me. His hands trail up over my sides to cup my breasts, his thumb grazing each stiff peak. They are heavy and achy as he does it again and again. “Are you slick, cupcake?”

I nod.

He grins. “Words, cupcake.”

“Yes,” I say, forcing the word out, barely knowing what it means as the haze of lust settles over me.

Satisfied, he reaches for me, lifting me up and settling me onto his lap. His cock trapped between us. He captures my lips in a demanding kiss. If I could touch him, I would run my fingers through his hair and grip the back of his head so he couldn’t get away. Instead, my fingers curl into themselves, brushing against warm skin at my back.

I break away to see which one is behind me, but Blake keeps my eyes on him by capturing my chin between his fingers.

“I think our cupcake needs a blindfold too. Do you want a blindfold, Rinny?” he asks, his voice full of sensual gravel as he searches my face for my response.

“Yes, anything.”

He smiles softly, and it makes my stomach flip. “We didn’t have time to talk about this before. Anything is a big word. And I want to ease you into this. Do you have a safe word? Any limits?”

Need grows inside of me, and I wiggle on his lap, seeking what I want.

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