Page 70 of Knot So Sweet

Ghost.

He had appeared out of nowhere, his body pressing against mine, like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

I gasped, the heat of Ghost’s body igniting something wild and untamed inside me, the sensation overwhelming. Viper’s rhythm never faltered, each brutal thrust pushing me closer to the brink.

My breath came in ragged pants as Ghost’s arm snaked around my chest, pulling me back against him. His scent, pine and leather, wrapped around me, mixing with the intoxicating pull of Viper’s whiskey.

His fingers skimmed over my throat, teasing, before gripping firmly, tilting my head back to rest against his chest. His voice was a low growl in my ear, thick with possessiveness.

"Did you miss me, princess?"

The rasp of his voice sent a shiver straight through me, and I whimpered, my body caught in the web of sensations they both wove around me. Ghost’s hand tightened around my throat, cutting off the soft gasp that left my lips, his dominance like a physical force that left no room for argument.

He wasn’t asking—he was claiming.

Viper’s hand slid between us, his fingers brushing over my clit, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me, sharp and undeniable. I cried out, my hips bucking without thought, torn between the two alphas, their touch overwhelming in its contrast.

One harsh, one tender, both equally destructive.

Viper’s voice, soft and filled with sweet praise, coaxed me to the edge. "Just a little more, baby. Come on, you’re doing so well. So good for us."

"Ahh!" I cried, unable to stop the sound that escaped me. My body trembled, teetering on the brink, ready to shatter. But Ghost’s grip on my throat tightened, his fingers pressing just hard enough to keep me in place, tethered to him, trapped in his control. His lips brushed against my ear, the dark rasp of his voice sending another wave of heat through me.

Every nerve in my body was on fucking fire, trembling with the need to let go, to crash over the edge.

But Ghost wasn’t about to let me fall.

"Don’t youdarecome," he growled, his words edged with a possessiveness. "You ran from us, princess. We had you laid out so fucking perfectly, and you ran."

I whimpered again, his words twisting the knife of guilt and desire inside me. I could still feel the phantom ache of the night I’d fled, leaving them both behind, and now, in their arms again, I was playing with fire.

Ghost’s grip on my throat flexed, his voice dropping lower, darker. "Now you’re going to beg for it. Beg us to let you come.That needy little cunt of yours is so desperate. You want to come? Then fucking earn it, princess."

I was shaking, my body on the verge of breaking. The edge of release dangled in front of me, so close I could taste it, but Ghost’s command kept me from tipping over. The tone laced with a subtle alpha bark that my omega instincts wanted to obey.

Damn him. Holding back was hard as hell.

With his hand on my throat, Viper’s fingers between my thighs and his cock stretching me, it was too much, and not enough all at once.

My gaze connected with Viper's.

"Please…" My voice was barely a whisper, the words catching in my throat as my hips moved of their own accord, seeking the pleasure Ghost was holding hostage.

"Please. Please.Oh shit…"

I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t fight it. I needed them. I needed this.

Viper’s soft groan filled the space around us, his eyes dark and burning as he watched me. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with approval.

Ghost’s growl rumbled against my back. "Don't fucking tell her that. She ran from us, Viper. I need to know she won't do it again. That from now on we control her pleasure."

The harsh edge of his words shot straight to my core, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my stomach. My body clenched in response, teetering on the edge of what I so desperately craved, yet denied at the same time. I whimpered, my body betraying me, shaking and trembling with the need for release.

"I’m sorry… please… let me come," I whimpered, the desperation spilling out in a breathless plea. "I wanna be your good girl."

Ghost’s grip on my throat eased just slightly, enough to allow me to suck in a ragged breath, but his hold never wavered. His control over me was absolute.

And I fucking loved it.

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