Page 38 of Knot Sharing the Ice

We stay joined for what feels like hours, though it's probably only fifteen or twenty minutes. As their knots finally start to go down, Carter cups my face gently.

"Alright, baby," he says softly. "We're going to help you let go now. Just relax your jaw and let me guide you, okay?"

I make a small noise of agreement, suddenly aware of how sore my jaw is. But even that discomfort can't dampen the afterglow of what we've just shared.

Slowly, carefully, Carter eases his softening knot past my lips. I wince slightly at the stretch, but then he's free, a mixture of his come and my saliva dribbling down my chin.

Before I can feel embarrassed, he's wiping it away gently with his thumb.

"You were perfect," he murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. "So good for us."

Behind me, Jayce carefully disengages as well, leaving me feeling suddenly empty. I whimper at the loss, but he soothes me with gentle touches, his come dribbling down my thighs along with my slick.

"Shh, it's okay," he says. "We've got you. We're not going anywhere."

As they help me stand on shaky legs, supporting me between them, I'm struck by a sudden, overwhelming realization.

I enjoyed that.

Not just physically, but emotionally.

The trust, the intimacy, the way they took care of me... it was everything I never knew I wanted.

And as much as it terrifies me to admit it, I'm starting to hope this isn't the last time I get to experience it.

Chapter

Thirteen

JAYCE

Ican't take my eyes off Ember as Carter and I help her stand under the warm spray of the shower. Her legs are still shaky, and I'm not sure if it's from the intensity of her orgasms or the fact that she's been bent over for so long.

Probably both.

The thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through me, but I push it down. This isn't about me right now. It's about taking care of our omega.

"You still good, beautiful?" I ask, running my hands gently down her arms.

She nods, leaning back against my chest with a contented sigh. The trust in that simple gesture makes my heart swell.

Carter reaches for the shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before working it into Ember's hair. I watch, mesmerized, as she tilts her head back, eyes closed in bliss.

It's such a small thing, but the intimacy of it strikes me hard.

This is what it means to have a mate.

Not just the mind-blowing sex, but these quiet moments of care and tenderness.

As Carter rinses the suds from her hair, I grab a washcloth and start gently cleaning her body. I'm careful around her sensitive areas, noting the way she winces slightly when I brush against her core. A pang of guilt hits me—we weren't exactly gentle with her—but she catches my hand, pressing it more firmly against her.

"It's okay," she murmurs, her voice still a bit hoarse. "I like feeling you."

Fuck.

How does she do that?

How does she manage to undo me with just a few words?

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