Page 24 of Knot So Sweet

"No?" he taunted. "Not even if both Ghost and I promised to share you? Ghost taking that filthy mouth of yours, while I spread your legs and fucked you from behind?"

"I can smell your slick, princess," Ghost murmured, his voice like a low growl. "As soon as you walked in here, you were craving us."

I whipped my head around to face him, and my breath caught in my throat. He looked down at me with an intense gaze, his hand sliding to my collarbone.

This time, I didn’t push him away. Every inch of him radiated dominance, from his touch, to the feral hunger in his eyes. His pupils were blown, completely swallowing up the green.

Viper’s hand slid to my hip, yanking me closer until I was practically sandwiched between them. "It wouldn’t take much convincing to have you right here, right now, would it?"

I gasped as his hand moved lower, grazing against me with a roughness that made my toes curl. Ghost’s arms tightened around me, anchoring me as I struggled to keep my balance. The electric tension between the three of us was almost unbearable.

"You smell so fucking good, princess. Like a garden of sin and desire," Ghost purred into my ear, his voice a dark promise.

Viper’s hand tightened on my hip, tugging me closer with a roughness that made me whimper before I could stop it. Overwhelmed by their raw, unrestrained desire, my mind began to unravel. The mingling scents of leather, pine, and the sharp bite of whiskey filled my senses, making my head spin in a haze of intoxicating arousal.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

The storm inside me was raging. I was trapped between them, torn between the primal urge to flee and the overpowering desire to submit to my alphas.

What? No, not mine. Never mine. But my traitorous body ached for their touch, even as my mind screamed at me to escape before it was too late.

Give in,my greedy cunt insisted.

I met Viper’s dark gaze, the intensity pulling me in and overwhelming me. My breath hitched as I teetered on the brink, dangerously close to falling into whatever twisted game these alphas were playing.

Let go.

That same voice urged me on, my body screaming for release, surrender. I couldn’t deny the thrill that surged through me at the thought of giving in, of submitting to their power and succumbing to the fire they ignited within me.

The tension in the room was suffocating. Every nerve in my body screamed for release, but my mind fought against the pull—against the intoxicating temptation that these two alphas represented.

My heart raced, the steady rhythm turning erratic as I felt Viper's hand press into the curve of my waist, and Ghost’s heat radiate against my back. I was so on the verge of losing myself that I didn't even realize they had turned me back around. They were manipulating my body like a toy. A plaything.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I fought the new wave of slick that threatened to pool between my thighs.

"This is a mistake," I whispered, more to myself than to them.

Viper’s dark chuckle filled the air, low and predatory. "Mistakes are what make life interesting, sweetheart," he teased, his breath ghosting against my ear. "Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want us."

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, my legs trembling beneath me. I could feel my control slipping, piece by piece, and I hated it. Hated how they had this power over me. My heat was close—too close—and their proximity was making it impossible to think straight.

"I—" My voice broke as Ghost’s fingers grazed the side of my neck, his touch only feather-light, but still enough to send an electric shiver down my spine.

The sensation burned through me, hot and cold at the same time, making my pulse quicken. I knew I needed to get away, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him as if it had a mind of its own.

Before I could regain any sense of control, Viper’s hand gripped my chin, firm but not painful, forcing my gaze back to his. His eyes were molten, dark and wild, filled with a hunger that made my knees weak, and my pulse spike even higher.

His lips hovered dangerously close to mine, his breath warm against my skin. "We could make you feel so good, Candice," he murmured, voice low and seductive. "You know that, don’t you? Just let go, sweetheart. Get out of your head."

A soft whimper escaped me, unbidden, and I cursed under my breath. I hated how easily my body responded to them, how my omega instincts screamed for their dominance, for their touch. It was primal, raw, and it terrified me.

But I couldn’t give in. Not now. Not when I had so much at stake.

"I can’t," I whispered, shaking my head, though my resolve was already starting to fray, hanging on by a thread. "I’m not going to be your plaything, Viper."

Behind me, Ghost’s grip tightened on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh just enough to make me hyper aware of him. His voice was a low growl, sending a pulse of heat straight through me as his lips brushed the shell of my ear. "We don’t want a plaything, princess. We want you."

The raw intensity in his words sent a shudder through me, making my thoughts scatter for just a moment. I felt myself sway, caught between wanting to run and wanting to collapse into their arms.

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