Page 67 of Knot Sharing the Ice

"Ready, Cotton Candy?" Jayce murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

I nod, not trusting my voice. My body is thrumming with need, every nerve ending on fire. I want this—want them—more than I've ever wanted anything.

Carter enters me first, slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. I gasp at the delicious stretch, my inner walls clenching around him. When he's fully seated, he pauses, his forehead resting against mine.

"You feel amazing," he breathes, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

Before I can respond, I feel Jayce pressing against my other entrance. He's slick with lube, the cool sensation a stark contrast to the heat of my skin. He pushes in slowly, carefully, and I force myself to relax.

The dual sensations are overwhelming. I've never felt so full, so completely possessed. For a moment, we're all still, adjusting to this new configuration. Then Jayce rolls his hips experimentally, and a moan escapes me.

"Fuck," Carter hisses, his hips jerking in response.

They start to move in tandem, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars. Carter thrusts deep and slow, while Jayce's movements are quicker, shallower. The contrast is maddening, pleasure building rapidly at the base of my spine.

I'm vaguely aware of Mason and Adder watching, their eyes hungry as they stroke themselves in preparation for me. But my focus narrows to the two alphas currently claiming me, to the exquisite sensations they're creating.

Carter's hand slips between us, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs tight circles in time with his thrusts, and I cry out, my back arching.

"That's it, baby," Jayce encourages, his pace increasing. "Let us hear you."

Their movements grow more frantic, more desperate. I can feel their knots starting to swell, catching on my entrances with each thrust. The added pressure sends jolts of pleasure through me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"I'm close," I pant, my nails digging into Carter's shoulders.

"Us too, sweetheart," Carter grits out. "Come for us. Show us how good we make you feel."

His words, combined with a particularly deep thrust from Jayce, send me hurtling over the edge. I come with a scream, my body clamping down hard around both of them.

As I'm still riding the waves of my orgasm, I feel twin sharp pains on either side of my neck. Carter and Jayce bite down simultaneously, their teeth breaking the skin over my scent glands. The pain mingles with pleasure, intensifying my climax and triggering theirs.

They push in deep, their knots swelling to full size and locking inside me. I feel the rush of their release, hot and abundant, as their marks take hold. A warmth spreads from the bite sites, flowing through my veins like liquid fire.

For a moment, the world narrows to just the three of us. I can feel them—not just physically, but emotionally. Their love, their devotion, their fierce protectiveness... it all washes over me in waves, overwhelming in its intensity.

As we come down from our collective high, they release their bites, lapping gently at the marks to soothe the sting. I'm boneless between them, utterly spent and more satisfied than I've ever been in my life.

"You okay, Cotton Candy?" Jayce murmurs, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder.

I nod, not quite able to form words yet. Carter nuzzles against my cheek, his scent wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

We stay locked together for what feels like hours but is probably only fifteen or twenty minutes. When their knots finally go down, they carefully disengage, leaving me feeling oddly empty.

But before I can dwell on the sensation, Mason and Adder are there. They help me sit up, offering water and gentle caresses. I drink greedily, suddenly aware of how parched I am.

"How are you feeling?" Adder asks, his eyes searching my face.

I take a moment to assess. My body aches in the best way possible, and I can feel the marks on my neck throbbing gently. But more than that, I feel... complete. Like a piece of me that I didn't even know was missing has finally clicked into place. But that completeness is, paradoxically, only partial. I know it won't be truly complete until I'm wearing all four of these alphas' marks.

"Good," I say, smiling up at him. "Really good."

Relief washes over his face, quickly replaced by hunger. "Think you're up for round two?"

I laugh, the sound turning into a moan as Mason's hand slides up my thigh. "Definitely."

They waste no time getting into position. Adder settles on his back, and with Mason's help, I straddle him. I sink down onto his length with a satisfied sigh, relishing the way he fills me so perfectly.

Mason kneels behind me, his chest pressed to my back. I feel him line up with my other entrance, still slick and stretched from Jayce. He pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust to the fullness.

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