Page 65 of Knot Sharing the Ice

I nod weakly, turning my head to find Carter. He's been silent this whole time, watching with an intensity that makes my skin tingle.

"C'mere," I whisper, reaching for him.

Carter doesn't need to be told twice. He settles between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs wider. The first touch of his tongue is almost too much, my oversensitive flesh protesting. But he's patient, working me up slowly until I'm writhing beneath him.

Where the others were technique and enthusiasm, Carter is pure, unadulterated passion. He devours me like a man starved, his groans vibrating against my core. I've never felt so thoroughly consumed, so completely worshiped.

"Carter," I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair. "Oh god, Carter, please!"

He redoubles his efforts, sucking my clit between his lips as he pushes two thick fingers inside me. The dual stimulation is too much, and I shatter with a scream that leaves my throat raw.

As I float back down, I'm vaguely aware of the others arguing good-naturedly about who won. But all I can focus on is the way Carter is looking at me, his eyes full of love and awe.

"You're incredible," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I hum contentedly, too blissed out to form coherent words. The others gather around, their hands gentle as they stroke and caress me.

"So," Adder says, his voice rough with desire, "who won?"

I laugh weakly, shaking my head. "You're kidding, right? After that? You all did."

They exchange looks, a mix of confusion and arousal on their faces.

"A tie?" Mason asks finally.

"What can I say?" I stretch languidly out on the sofa. "You make one hell of a team."

That makes them chuckle.

"There's still the matter of choosing who marks you first," Adder reasons.

I pause, considering it. "Well, you could do it two at a time," I say, my pussy throbbing at the thought even though I should need a week to recover from their "competition."

But something tells me I'll be ready to go by the time we land.

Chapter

Twenty-One

EMBER

Iblink awake, disoriented for a moment as I feel myself being carried. Adder's familiar scent—bourbon and pine—envelops me, and I realize I must have dozed off on the plane. My body feels heavy, languid from the multiple orgasms, but there's a thrumming anticipation building low in my belly.

"Welcome home, sleeping beauty," Adder murmurs, his lips brushing my forehead.

Home.

The word sends a thrill through me.

This is really happening.

As we approach the luxurious apartment building, I expect Adder to set me down, but he doesn't. Instead, he carries me right through the lobby, ignoring the wide-eyed stares of the other residents. My cheeks heat up, but there's a part of me—the omega part—that preens at this display.

The private elevator ride to the penthouse is a blur of heated glances and barely restrained energy. I can smell the arousal rolling off all four of my alphas in waves, their scents mingling into an intoxicating cocktail that has my head spinning. By thetime we reach their floor, they're practically vibrating with raw, alpha energy and hunger.

Then again, while I slept for the rest of the flight, they had to cope with being that worked up with no release.

As soon as the elevator opens into the massive, modern penthouse, the guys spill out, Adder's steps steady as he carries me.

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