Page 14 of Tangled in Knots

There’s no way I’m doing this without him. Reaching over, I grab his belt link, pulling him back as Jed closes the door to the room.

“If we’re idiots, we’re bumbling through this together, Baby,” Jed croons. It’s the closest I’ve heard him to uttering a purr and my brows raise as he wraps his hand in Morris’ locs, pulling his head back to ravage his lips in a filthy kiss.

Morris’ toned, cocoa skin ripples as his muscles bunch. He moans into my brother’s mouth, as I toe off my boots and begin undressing. Apparently fucking will be happening very soon.

Demon drops to the floor, pulling his shirt off by the neck. “Get rid of your weapons,” he grunts. “Find a corner of the room to stash them, ensure the safety of the omega.”

As if he pulls our strings, we obey, taking his weapons as well as he hands them over. Once done, he crawls to Adira.

“Little omega, what do you need? What’s not right?” he asks softly.

Her eyes open, blue eyes blown with so much lust that I almost come. She’s scissoring her legs against each other for friction, and Demon yanks her leggings off along with her shoes. Her beautiful, pink slit is leaking frosting scented slick, making me lick my lips in anticipation.

“Too many clothes,” she complains, pulling at her clothes. “Off… please. Bad.”

Her pouting is almost cute, and I drop to my knees now naked, crawling toward her to help. “Poor little rabbit,” I purr, making her whine and shudder.

I believe I’ve found something Adira likes. “Fix it.”

As if she used an alpha bark to command us with dominance, Demon and I pull her clothes off.

“Yesss,” she whispers. Blinking as her wish comes true, she looks around the room. Eyes focusing on the lights, blankets underneath her, and then us in that succession, she licks her lips as she runs a hand down her neck. It goes across her plump breasts with pebbled nipples the color of unripe strawberries, down her tight stomach, and between her legs to dive into what has to be a sopping wet pussy.

“Are you as wet as the river?” I purr, watching her push three fingers into her cunt.

Quickly, she whines again as she finds that fingers aren’t going to do the job. I can help though, and I am nothing if not an enthusiastic lover. Running my nose up her leg, I groan asI’m hit with her cookie and frosting scent. My little rabbit isn’t scared of me right now.

Good. She shouldn't be. Not right now. Maybe later, once she’s a little more sane. For now though? The little rabbit is intriguing, slicking, and desperate for our cocks.

As my tongue drags up her core, my eyes roll back and I can feel the alpha haze start to take over. I’ve never been worried about losing control. The best way to live life is with the pedal to the ground and no compass.

Frosting. Cookies. A perfect, tight pussy.

This is what my life is reduced to right now, and it feels right. Anything else can wait until I’m not snowed in with a heat drenched omega.

CHAPTER 5

DAMON

My middle brother lets the alpha haze take over him, and he looks lighter for it. The darkness that typically weighs his body down is gone, and in its place is a sucking, nipping, fucking machine.

Not a bad thing when you’re wrapped in the scent of cookies with frosting.

Bending to kiss Adira, I dominate her mouth. I need to make sure that what I felt is real. Denial is a river that I no longer can afford to drink from. The full force of her scent and arousal hits me, making me snarl, “Mine.”

Jed breaks away from Morris, startled. “Holy fuck,” he whispers.

Ignoring him, I continue to kiss my scent match as Kane burrows himself in Adira’s pussy. Should I feel jealous? I don’t.

I’m sure I’ll be between her legs sometime soon. For now, I want to see what she looks like when she comes.

“Please,” she gasps. “Knot, fuck, more knots. Alpha!”

“Shhh. You want to be my very good girl, right?” I soothe, lips gracing her warm skin. “Come on my brother’s face. I want to watch you explode. Then you can have a knot.”

Kane growls, sucking harder on her clit, adding his fingers to her thin ones buried in her wet pussy.

“There, you’re getting help,” I croon. “Rock your hips, feel how good he feels.”

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