Page 84 of Knot the One They Want

I need them to complete their marks.

Lake growls, his eyes flashing with alpha dominance. "Fuck, baby. You sure you can take us both? It might be too much."

I shake my head, determination flooding through me. "I can take it. I want it. Please, alphas. Give me your knots."

Lake's gaze darkens even more and he leans in, brushing his lips against mine. "I know something that'll help, then." He begins to purr, a sound building deep in my chest, and it makes every inch of me feel warm and tingly, like sinking into a hot tub on a cold winter day.

I feel similar vibrations against my back and I realize Asher is purring, too. He leans in close, his tongue flicking against my earlobe before he growls, "Relax."

It's an alpha bark, a command that ricochets through me. My entire body relaxes, right on cue, and it feels like my limbs turn to jelly. If it wasn't for them holding me up, being impaled on both alphas, I would collapse right there. But I'm perfectly cradled between them, safe and supported.

It's just enough to help me take them.

Asher's knot begins to swell first, catching on my rim with each thrust. The added pressure is intense, pushing me closer to the edge. Lake follows soon after, his knot expanding inside me. The stretch is almost painful, but in the most delicious way.

"Come for us, Evie," Cole urges, his hand snaking between my legs to rub my clit. "Let go, baby girl. Show us how good we make you feel."

His touch is the final push I need. I shatter with a scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave crashes over me. It's more intense than anything I've ever experienced, colors bursting behind my eyelids as I'm swept away by the force of my orgasm.

Lake and Asher follow, their releases triggering a second, smaller orgasm that leaves me gasping and trembling. As they spill inside me, I feel their marks on my neck pulse. A warmth spreads through me, soothing the lingering ache of the incomplete bonds. It's like puzzle pieces clicking into place, our connection solidifying and deepening.

We collapse in a tangle of limbs, all of us panting and sweaty. I'm sandwiched between Lake and Asher, their knots keeping us locked together. Cole stretches out beside us, his hand resting on my thigh, grounding me.

"How do you feel, sweetheart?" Lake asks softly, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I take a moment to assess, reveling in the feeling of completeness that washes over me. The physical satisfaction is obvious, but there's something else. A sense of rightness, of belonging. The wounds from their initial rejection, both emotional and physical, seem to be healing, knitting back together stronger than before.

"Whole," I whisper, tears pricking at my eyes. "I feel whole. Complete. Like we were always supposed to be this way."

Asher nuzzles into my neck, his lips brushing over his mark. "You’re ours, Evie. Forever."

"We're sorry it took us so long to get here," Lake adds, his voice thick with emotion. “And for all the pain we caused you. But we promise, we'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you."

Cole squeezes my hand, his eyes shining. "You're everything to us, Evie. Our heart, our home. We're never letting you go."

I bask in their affection, feeling truly cherished for the first time. As we lie there, connected in the most intimate way, I reflect on our journey. From the pain and rejection of those first weeks to this moment of perfect unity.

"We love you," Lake murmurs. Those three little words are a shock, but they feel like one last piece of the puzzle slotting in. "So much."

"We do," Asher whispers against my throat, pressing a kiss there. "More than anything."

Cole purrs low in agreement, leaning in to nuzzle me. "Always."

We stay like that, my alphas murmuring soft words of love and reassurance, holding me until Asher and Lake's knots go down. They slip out of me carefully, and I whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty and bereft.

"Shh," Cole soothes, gathering me into his arms. "We've got you. We're not going anywhere."

"How do you feel about a bath?" Lake asks, running his hand over my stomach. "I'm sure you're sore."

I nod eagerly, reminded I'm also covered in their come and my own slick. Asher carefully lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bathtub. As I sink into the water, Lake joins us, and I hear sheets rustling out in the bedroom. Cole is probably cleaning up.

I should be embarrassed by how vulnerable I am right now, but as Lake and Asher join me in the massive tub, I can only feel at ease.

The warm water envelops me, soothing my aching muscles. I lean back against Asher's chest, his strong arms wrapped around my waist. Lake sits across from us, his legs tangled with mine beneath the water's surface. The scent of lavender and vanilla bath salts wafts through the air, calming my frayed nerves.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart," Asher murmurs, his breath tickling my ear. I obey, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder. His fingers card through my hair, gently working out the tangles. "Let us take care of you."

Water cascades over my head, warm and comforting. Lake's hands join Asher's, massaging shampoo into my scalp. Their touch is reverent, worshipful. I've never felt so cherished, so adored. A soft moan escapes my lips as their fingers work their magic, melting away the tension I didn't even realize I was holding.

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