Page 88 of Break Me Knot

“Adrian!” Her voice breaks on his name. “Need. Please...”

He rises to his knees, understanding what she pines for. His cock is hard and leaking, the sight of her taking both Cole and me having driven him wild. A pearly white drip builds at the tip of his cock. Her little pink tongue darts out to lick it off him as he positions himself before her mouth. Pre-cum beads at his tip and, fuck, the eager way she leans forward to take him makes me miss my rhythm.

She swallows him greedily, like she's starving for him. Her small mouth stretches around his girth, lips pink and glistening as they slide down his length. Smoked cedar fills the space, merging with our scents to create something uniquely ours.

He rises onto one knee, keeping his fist locked around his knot as he carefully feeds her his cock. One of his hands tangles in her hair, not forcing, just guiding as she works him with obvious enthusiasm. “Doing so well, Little One.”

Her answering throaty groan is pure seduction. Her eyes flutter closed as she gives herself over to us. The sight of her like this—stuffed full of all three of us, wanting all of us, needing all of us—is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced.

She's the missing piece we always knew we needed. She’s the heart connecting all our broken parts. Each of us tied to her, through her, because of her. The way she connects us is profound, more than physical, more than biological. She's the bridge between Cole's guilt and healing, between Adrian's control and surrender,between my playfulness and depth. She makes us whole when we never knew we were broken.

She’s the center of the fucking universe.

“Good girl,” Adrian praises, voice rough. His fingers tenderly card through her hair even as his hips thrust shallowly. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

She hums in response, the sound pure satisfaction, and my hips jerk involuntarily. The movement makes her gasp around Adrian's cock, creating a chain reaction that has us all groaning. She's magnificent like this - completely surrendered to us, to what we can give her.

Her sugared lilac blooms with contentment and arousal, telling us how much she loves this. Being filled, being claimed, being wanted by all of us. The way she moves between us, taking everything we give her and still wanting more...

Her muscles flutter around me. She’s close. My knot starts to swell, catching at her rim with each thrust. Cole groans beneath us, his leather-amber scent sharp with renewed arousal as her inner walls grip his knot tighter.

“Gonna cum, Baby Girl,” I gasp.

She whimpers and pushes back against me as much as she can, her slender back arching. I slide my knot into her body and she comes instantly. Her cry of completion is the sweetest sound I've ever heard. The sight, the sound, the scent of her pushes me over the edge. With a roar, I drive into her as my knot locks us together. Adrian grunts as I fill her with my seed. His jaw clenches and a bead of perspiration slides down his face. His cock throbs as he empties in her mouth. Her neck works and she drinks him as best she can.

We're all tied together now, as we should be. My forehead rests against her shoulder as I pulse into her, marking her from the inside out.

“Perfect.” I press kisses to the sweat-slick skin between her shoulder blades.

“So fucking perfect,” Cole rasps.

“Everything,” Adrian groans.

And she is. The way she takes all of us, the way she trusts us, the way she gives herself over to pleasure…it is everything.Sheis everything.

Our perfect omega. Finally ours.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Mira

Iwake slowly, feeling better than I ever have in my life. The constant itch that's plagued me since my heat has finally subsided, replaced by a deep-seated contentment. My nest is perfect now, filled with my mates, their scents combining to create something that smells like…likehome.

We're tangled together in the best possible way, limbs intertwined in a complicated puzzle of intimacy and trust. Adrian's strong arm is draped over my waist, his smoked cedar more vanilla, warm and protective at my back.Zane's mellow amber mingles with Cole's fresh pine as they bracket me from both sides, creating a cocoon of safety and warmth. Our bodies press close, skin against skin is everything I never knew I needed.

Everything I thought I couldn't have.

The constant fear that's lived in my chest for so long is distant, muted by their presence. My body is loose and sated. There’s no pain, no deep ache.

Just pure contentment.

When I open my eyes fully, I find Cole already awake, his dark gaze fixed on me with an intensity that would have scared me before. Now it just makes me feel... cherished. The haunted look that usually shadows his features is gone, replaced by something softer, warmer. When he smiles—really smiles—he's devastatingly handsome. The expression transforms his whole face, smoothing the worry lines from his brow, making him look younger, lighter. His eyes crinkle at the corners in a way that makes my heart flutter.

“Morning, Sweetness,” he murmurs, and the tenderness in his voice makes a purr start up in my chest.

“You're purring.” His hand comes up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking my skin.

“I…I am.” This is the first time I’ve ever purred. “I never thought I would.”

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