Page 142 of Knot All is Forgiven

Her scent grows richer and headier as I reach around her hips and rub her clit, determined to give her just one more orgasm before I let myself go.

I struggle for a moment but manage to lift one leg to push my hips and change the angle as I rut her, and when I feel the head of my cock brush over the firm spot of flesh made for my knot, she convulses, the fabric of the nest barely muffling the sounds of her release.

It's impossible to hold on through the fluttering and pulsing of her hot cunt, and I spill inside of her, my knot swelling to an almost painful size inside her.

Flexing my jaw, I finally break through the skin at the back of her neck.

I stumble backward, nearly wrenching my knot out of her as the bond snaps into place, and I feel everything.

"Jordan," I gasp. Hot tears drip down my cheeks as I plaster myself to her back, pulling her close to me as I lay us on our sides. "Jordan, I can feel you. I can…" It's hard to articulate what it feels like to have the woman you love taking up residence in your chest. I cannot breathe around the emotions that have welled up inside me. I burrow my face into her hair, desperate for more connection, more of her sweet floral scent. "You're there. You're happy. You're actually happy. I didn't… I thought you'd hate me still. I thought you were pretending. I thought you didn't really want me."

My heart aches as her love, acceptance, and joy swirls through my chest, sending fire down my veins.

Her hands scramble to find mine, entwining our fingers as she sighs and sinks into me. "Of course, I want you, Cyrus. I have loved you since I was eight years old. I never once stopped. And I never will."

Chapter fifty-four

"Hey," I whisper, slidingnext to Slime, where he's fallen asleep in the nest. "Has she woken up?"

"Once," he mutters, curling into my side. Since we crossed the line in our relationship the other day, he's been more open and affectionate with me. It's strange, knowing how hard he pushed against this, but I guess there is something to be said about the Alpha who protests too much.

I stroke my hand down his back. "Get some rest. This is just the first few hours. Once she bites us both, I have no doubt it'll ramp up."

"You think?" he nearly slurs with sleep. "She's gonna give my dick a workout."

"I can too, you know," I joke, cupping him over his pants. "Icarus did say Alpha on Alpha pheromones can help satisfy a heat faster."

He moans softly, thrusting his crotch into my hand. I feel it flex and harden, and I groan, holding on tight. "Don't tease me, Simon."

"Done hiding behind the specter of maybe, isn't that what you said?" He peeks open one hazel eye and stares me down. My breath catches in my throat as I nod. "No teases, Rafe. I know what we have doesn't make sense, but we have time to figure it out. We don't have to have it spelled out on one of your spreadsheets. Jordan is our priority, and we'll evolve as we go."

The other Alpha rolls to his back and stretches out, his tattered black t-shirt rising to show the glinting silver of his belly button ring. "We can follow our bodies and our hearts. We don't need to know where they'll end up to enjoy the journey."

Dropping my arms on either side of his head, I loom over him. In the low light of the nest, he's so beautiful, and I press my lips to him in a gentle kiss. His lips part, and it's like they release all the tension in his body with them as every part of him loosens and welcomes me to press against him.

Simon wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me closer. His hips are slimmer than mine, so when I lower mine to connect with his, his socket within mine perfectly.

I can feel his cock, hard and pressing against his plaid lounge plaids, against my own, and my kisses grow more desperate. I pull away with a snarl, ripping off my shirt and reaching for his. He beats me, stripping out of it and his bottoms quickly before laying in front of me gloriously naked.

When we were together years ago, he had no tattoos and certainly didn't have that piercing I tasted. But every inch of flesh covered in art is familiar to me. I have touched, kissed,licked, and fucked my way across the canvas that is Simon Stargazer before, and I can't wait to do it again.

Stripping out of my pants, I hover over him again, my cock swollen and cum pooling at the tip as I watch the excited rise and fall of his chest. With one smooth movement, he pulls my face to his, our lips clashing in a furious kiss, and my hips drop, our cocks sliding against one another.

Slime groans, thrusting his hips up and dragging his cock against mine. I bite his bottom lip before diving my tongue deeper into his mouth. He's panting against me, his pelvis twisting and moving, desperately seeking friction. Every pass of his cock on mine has me groaning, needing more. We grind against each other, and Simon pulls away from me with a loud moan.

"Shh," I hiss, looking around the nest. Cyrus is passed out where Jordan left him, and she's curled into Icarus' chest. "We don't want to wake them."

I spit in my hand, reaching down to coat both our cocks in moisture before wrapping my hand around them. When I squeeze, I can feel his ring toy with my slit, and I thrust into my fist furiously.

With our lips suctioned to each other, we fuck my hand, and it's getting harder and harder to hold back our sounds of pleasure. He wraps a hand softly around my neck, tracing his fingers up to my chin and pulling me away from his lips.

"Fuck, Rafe," he pants, looking down to where our cocks meet. "I'm going to come if we keep this up."

I kiss the corner of his mouth before licking the shell of his ear. "That's the point, Slime."

He groans, throwing his head back, and pushes his hips up three times before his cock starts to pulse in my hand. I tighten my grip as he yelps, hot cum squirting from his tip and coating my hand.

"Alpha?" A small voice moans from behind me. Slime's eyes widen and I look over my shoulder to see Jordan has rolled off of Icarus and is slowly waking up.

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