Page 29 of Knot Sharing the Ice

I carefully maneuver us so that I'm sitting with Ember in my lap, giving room for Jayce to come up to her from behind.

"That's it, sweetheart," I pant against her ear. "Let us both feel how good you feel."

"Fuck," Jayce breathes, settling his hands on her hips, his hard length pressing against the cleft of her ass. "You're so hot."

I force myself to slow down as he gets into position, but he starts slow, gliding his cock against the swell of her ass, riding her split. She moans, her body arching in response to the friction, and the change in angle has me seeing white spots.

My hands mold around the perfect swells of her breasts, stroking and teasing the pert buds of her nipples. She moans, her head falling back only for Jayce to surge forward and capture her mouth from the side.

We thrust in tandem, me deep inside her, him rutting against her perfect ass, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind.He reaches around and starts stroking her clit, rubbing in insistent, small circles that have her screaming before long.

I'm so fucking close. Each thrust, I feel her tight heat relax a little more, ready to draw me in. And when the final thrust that brings me home locks my knot inside her, the way it swells makes her scream so loud I'm pretty sure they could hear her all the way in town.

Fuck, that's hot.

I see stars as my release follows hers, my seed spilling into her wave after wave. Jayce works her clit through the whole thing, his thrusts growing faster, too. More desperate. He comes on our omega's backside with a satisfied growl, and I can tell he's having every bit as much trouble avoiding the urge to bite down on the glands on the back and side of her neck as I am.

Jayce groans, continuing to grind against her as his orgasm subsides, leaning in for another kiss to the side of her mouth. The movement tugs at where I'm still locked inside her, sending sparks of pleasure through both of us.

We move together like that, rocking and grinding, stoking the flames of Ember's desire higher and higher. Mason and Adder touch and caress every part of her they can reach. It's a tangle of limbs and sensation, and I've never felt anything so intense in my life.

And I'm starting to think she feels the same way.

Chapter

Eleven

MASON

Iwatch as Carter's knot finally deflates, allowing him to ease out of Ember. Our omega whimpers at the loss, her eyes already seeking out her next alpha. When her gaze lands on me, hungry and desperate, my cock twitches in anticipation.

"Come here, sweetheart," I murmur, opening my arms to her.

Ember doesn't hesitate. She crawls into my lap, straddling my thighs, and I have to bite back a groan at the sight of her. She's flushed and panting, her skin glistening with sweat. Carter's seed and her own slick coat her inner thighs, the mingled scents of sex and omega heat making my head spin.

"Mason," she breathes, and fuck if that isn't the sweetest sound I've ever heard. "Please, I need..."

"I know, baby," I soothe, running my hands up her sides. "I've got you."

She shivers at my touch, her hips rolling instinctively. The head of my cock brushes against her slick folds, and we both gasp at the contact. I want nothing more than to thrust up into her, to bury myself in her tight heat, but I force myself to go slow. To savor this moment.

Ember, it seems, has other ideas. With a soft whine of impatience, she lifts herself up and sinks down onto my length in one smooth motion. The sudden, intense pleasure nearly whites out my vision.

"Fuck," I groan, my hands flying to her hips. "Ember, you feel so good."

She doesn't respond with words, just starts to move. Her hips roll and grind, taking me deeper with each downward thrust. I let her set the pace, content to watch her chase her pleasure. She's beautiful like this, lost in sensation, her head thrown back and her lips parted in silent ecstasy.

I can't resist leaning in to taste those lips, to swallow the little moans and whimpers she makes as she rides me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as she deepens the kiss. The taste of her—sweet like cotton candy with an underlying heat—is addictive. I could spend hours just kissing her, learning every nuance of her flavor.

But Ember has other plans.

She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her movements becoming more frantic. "More," she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I need more."

I look up, meeting Adder's eyes over Ember's shoulder. He nods, understanding without words what needs to happen next. Carefully, he moves into position behind Ember, his hands sliding down her back in a soothing caress.

"Ember," Adder says, his voice low and husky. "Are you ready for both of us?"

She tenses for a moment, uncertainty flashing across her face. I cup her cheek, drawing her attention back to me. "It's okay if you're not ready," I assure her. "We can wait. Take it slower."

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