Page 15 of Cursed Love

“I’ve got you,” I say again as I slide the drenched fabric down her thighs and then slowly push my fingers inside her. Her body clenches around me instantly, a broken cry falling from her lips that goes straight to my cock. I watch every flicker of emotion on her face as I work my fingers inside her—the way she bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, the way her brow furrows in concentration, the way her breath hitches when I curl my fingers just right. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.

“You’re okay,” I murmur. “You’re safe with me.”

Her eyes lock onto mine, a sliver of trust lurking in those big brown eyes and something in my chest cracks open. I don’t know what it is—maybe the way she looks at me like I’m the only thing holding her together right now—but it makes me want to give her everything. Everything she’s been denied, everything she’s been too afraid to ask for.

Her hips start to move against my hand, tentative at first, then with more urgency. Her slick coats my fingers, the scent of herarousal intoxicating. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

“That’s it,” I coax, leaning down to brush my lips against her forehead. “Give this to me, baby girl.”

Her back arches off the bed as she comes, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. Her body trembles beneath mine as I keep my fingers moving gently inside her until the last of the tremors subside. It isn’t long before Koa is squirming for more, little whimpers telling me that my hand won’t be enough.

She claws at my shirt, a little growl of frustration falling from her lips as she tries and fails to undress me. Her nose scrunches up as she picks at the buttons, ripping them off until my shirt falls away. Koa’s movements are testing my control and the moment her tongue darts out to lick my chest, I give in. I can’t fight my beast any longer and it’s not doing her any favors making her wait.

I undo my pants, freeing myself from the confines of my jeans. Koa’s whines grow louder as she rocks her hips against me, searching for relief. She’s lost to the heat spike, no doubt going to crawl back into her shell tomorrow morning when she realizes what happened. But for now, she’s in my arms and I’m going to cherish every last second.

"Shh, baby," I soothe, even though I am just as on edge as she is. Slowly, I slide into her tight heat, slick coating my cock. Her pussy is strangling my cock, her hands moving to my chest as she continues to lick my bare skin. It’s a completely new sensation, Koa lost in trying to lap up my scent. I hold her closer, my hands resting on her thick hips before I start to move.

And the sound I get in response is heavenly. Gods, she’s going to be my undoing. Those little whimpers turn into a mixture of moans and mewls, her teeth grazing across my chest before they lock onto actual skin. A growl tears from my throat, my beast trying to force its way into the driver seat and fuck her like wereally want to. My fingers dig into her hips a little harder, one of my hands moving to drag her thigh over my hip, to truly open her up.

"Knot me," she whimpers, the desperation in her voice driving me fucking wild. That's all the invitation I need. Especially when her lips close around my nipple and then suck. I can’t help the way I flip her onto her back, pulling her leg over my shoulder as I thrust into her. Koa howls, those doe eyes flashing with lust.

“Gods, you’re made for me. I’ll give you my knot, baby girl. Fuck, you’re perfect,” the last word comes out with a growl, my entire body shaking with the need to claim her. Soon enough, she’ll be ours. Officially, legally. Tonight, though, I’m going to enjoy this moment. I surge forward, my knot starting to swell as I thrust inside of her one last time.

It’s like a vice grip on my cock as her pussy clamps down, my knot thickening inside of her. Her body begins to shake, a scream tearing from her throat as she comes, my release following soon after. It’s a powerful sensation, my muscles clenching as I fill her. It feels neverending as her pussy milks my knot, locking us together.

Her lids slide close as she buries herself in my chest and I brace myself on top of her before I pull us to lay on our sides. She curls even tighter into me, her body relaxing as I run my hand up and down her side. And that’s when I feel it, a rumbling through my chest, a sound I’ve never heard before. My brows furrow in confusion as I look up to see Amel and Moses at the entrance, Moses wrapped around Amel, one hand on his cock as he slowly rocks his hips forward.

A smile plays on my lips at the erotic sight of my brother fucking our Alpha to the sweet syrupy scent of our Omega. I can’t be mad. I’d be doing the same thing. She’s going to be so fucking addicting.

“You’re purring for her,” Amel grunts out, his face contorted with pleasure as Moses holds him. “It’s an instinctual thing. Most never do it for anyone other than their Omega.”

I look down at the gorgeous bundle in my arms, my knot still firmly seated inside of her and then let myself relax as that sound starts up again. She lets out a little puff of air before a snore hits my ears. That soft smile on her face as she rests against me is something I’m going to want all the fucking time. Right after I beat whoever made this woman fearful enough to shut us out in the first place.

Koa

I wake up feeling safe and fully rested. It’s a foreign feeling, one that immediately puts me on edge. My body is warm, cocooned in thick arms, and for a moment, I don’t move, my breathing shallow as I take in my surroundings.

The first thing I notice is the strong smell of cedarwood, layered with the faintest hint of something darker, muskier. It wraps around me like a second skin, mixing with the clean, crisp scent of fresh sheets beneath me. My body is relaxed, the ache from last night completely gone. But more than that—I know for a fact there wasslickeverywhere. It was humiliating,unstoppable, but now? It’s like it was never there. Everything feels fresh, untouched, and for some reason, that only deepens the confusion swirling in my chest.

I shift slightly, the weight of the arms around me lifting as I slowly sit up. The sheets slip down my body, and I grab at them instinctively, pulling them up to cover myself as my eyes dart around the bed. That’s when I see them.

All three men from last night are sprawled out around me, their massive forms filling the bed in a way that feels both protective and suffocating. Amel is on one side, his lips parted in sleep. Beside him, the hazel-eyed Valla—Moses, I think—is draped half over Amel, his hand resting on his chest as he snores softly. They’re so casual, so at ease, it’s almost enough to make me forget how intimidating they were last night. Almost.

But it’s the other one—the one lying closest to me—that makes my breath catch in my throat.

His deep blue eyes snap open, pinning me in place like he’s been awake this whole time, just waiting for me to stir. There’s no grogginess in his gaze, no hint of sleep lingering in those piercing orbs. I freeze, clutching the sheet tighter against my chest as he slowly moves to lie on his back, stretching out with the kind of lazy confidence that only makes him seem more dangerous. Then he turns his head to me, his lips curving into the faintest smirk as he lifts his arm and lays it across the pillows, an unspoken invitation.

“Come here,” he rumbles, the sound of his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I shake my head quickly, my back pressing against the headboard as I try to put some distance between us. “What… what happened last night?” I ask, my voice shaky but steady enough to get the question out.

Amel stirs at the sound of my voice, his eyes fluttering open before he sits up, brushing Moses’ arm off him with a playfulhuff. His gaze locks on me immediately. “You had a heat spike. Hunter helped you through it.” He nods toward the Valla next to me—the blue-eyed one whose arm is still outstretched, waiting.

He doesn’t rush me, doesn’t say a word. He just waits, his arm resting across the pillows. Finally, I crawl back into his side, letting the warmth of him seep into me. His arm wraps around me the second I settle, pulling me closer in a way that feels right. Safe.

“Whatever you need,” he says softly, his breath fanning against my temple, “we’ll make sure you have it.”

A surprised laugh slips out before I can stop it, disbelief laced in my tone. “You’re supposed to be monsters,” I murmur, half-joking, half-serious. The words barely leave my lips before I groan, shaking my head. “Shit. I’m sorry. That was—”

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