Page 33 of Break Me Knot

“Cole,” I say softly. “She wants his scent, too.”

Zane is already moving, darting out of the closet. He returns in record time with an armful of Cole's clothes, offering them to her like precious gifts. Shearranges them on hands and knees, weaving our scents together. Mine, Zane's, Cole's. Creating a space that's ours, even with one of us missing.

As she bends over, the sight of her glistening pussy between her thighs makes my mouth water. The urge to taste her like Zane already has, to bury my face between her legs and bring her pleasure, is overwhelming. But then she looks over her shoulder at me, green eyes pleading. “Alpha,” she whimpers. “Please... I need...”

“What do you desire, Omega? You need to tell me.” I hate having to make her say the words. I’m not sure she even can, but it’s important for her mind to catch up to what her body longs for. She whimpers, becoming more distraught.

I grip my throbbing knot, squeezing hard. Her gaze falls to my hand, clenched around my cock, and she licks her lips. She pants as a bead of sweat slides along her backbone.

“Tell me you want my knot, Omega. Tell me.” My voice is rough and hard as I work to contain myself. Barely.

Her cry breaks my heart, but she speaks one word that releases the pressure in my chest and sets me in action. “Yes… I want your knot, Alpha.” Her back arches in a beautiful, slender line as she raises her hips and tucks her cheek to the floor.

“Such a good omega, telling your alpha you need his knot. This is yours. Always yours.” I move behind her, drawn by the scent of her arousal, the sight of her presenting so beautifully. My fingers glide through the slick coating her folds, and I can't resist bringing the essence to my mouth for a taste. The flavor explodes across my tongue, musky sweetness, pure omega essence. My knees nearly buckle at the intensity of it. She's exquisite, addictive, everything I've ever craved.

Her panting fills the space, each sound edged with a whimper. I'm being selfish, making her wait, but I need a moment just to process the reality of her here, wanting me.

Wanting us.

I line up the head of my aching cock with her entrance, dragging it through her folds, coating myself in her slick. She pushes back, trying to take me in, and it takes every ounce of control not to surge forward. My fingers tighten on her hips,denting her soft flesh so she doesn’t hurt herself in her rush. I want this to be so good for her, that even in her heat, this will be indelibly marked in her brain as something she’ll want to repeat with me.

I ease into her slowly, carefully, savoring each incredible inch. Her heat surrounds me, velvet soft and scorching. She's so tight, her body gripping me like she never wants to let go.

“Gods. You’re exquisite, Omega. Perfect. Made for me. Made for us.” A low groan escapes me as I bottom out, my hips flush against her perfect ass. I hold there, letting her adjust, allowing myself to revel in being inside her at last.

“Alpha,” she keens, and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. “More, please...”

And I can't deny her anything. Not now.

Not ever.

I start to move, slow deep strokes that drag across her sensitive spots, that make her clench and shudder around me. I pour every ounce of care, of gentleness, of cherishing into my movements. Trying to say with my body what she's not ready to hear.

Each thrust into her tight heat is pure bliss, her walls gripping me like silk and velvet. I've never felt anything so perfect, so utterly consuming. I’ve come home and discovered heaven all at once, but even as she moans and writhes beneath me, she’s still restless. Her fingers claw at the blankets, the whine coming from her burrowing beneath my skin, as she seeks something to ground her.

“Zane,” I manage, my voice rough with pleasure. “Let her taste you.”

He moves to kneel in front of her and guides her mouth to his straining cock, groaning as her lips wrap around him. The sight of her taking him so beautifully, so eagerly, nearly undoes me. I have to pause, breathing deeply, fighting the urge to let go too soon.

Zane throws his head back, lost in the ecstasy of her mouth, but I still smell the bitter notes in her scent, the edge of distress that tells me she needs more. I redouble my efforts, thrusting deep and hard while my fingers find her swollen clit. I rub in tight circles as she clenches and flutters around my cock in response.

“That's it, Little One,” I praise, my release building at the base of my spine. “Let go for us.”

Zane cries out, his pleasure cresting. She swallows his release eagerly, desperately, like she's starving for it. Her biology is dictating what her mind rejects. She needs us. She needs her alphas.

The extra stimulation is all she needs. With a muffled keen around Zane's throbbing cock, she shatters, her orgasm hitting hard and fast. Her walls spasm around me, rippling along my length, coaxing me deeper.

I surge forward, working my growing knot past her tight entrance. The moment it catches, locking us together, euphoria crashes through me. I've never felt completion like this—physical, emotional, spiritual.

My release fills her in long, hot pulses, each one a claim and a covenant. She milks me for every drop, her body welcoming my essence like it was made for her. I gather her close and lay us down on our side. Zane embraces her from the front, placing a kiss on her forehead as she dozes, drunk on his cum and my knot. We stay locked together, savoring the intimacy, the rightness of it. For this perfect, fleeting moment, everything else fades away. No more fear, no more pain, no more bitter past. Just an alpha and their omega, bound together as nature intended.

Until she writhes again.

Time becomes fluid, marked only by Mira's cycles of hunger and brief periods of exhausted sleep. She’s always in pain. Her scent fills the space between us, pungent and heavy with her arousal but also with a bitter edge I wish wasn’t there. No matter how hard, fast, rough or tenderly Zane and I fuck her, it’s there.

Always there.

She surrenders, but not fully.

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