Page 87 of Break Me Knot

Her small body shakes with the effort of containing so much sensation—Adrian's skilled mouth on her breast, teeth grazing her nipple just right; Cole's thick knot still pulsing inside her, stretching her; my fingers working her sensitive flesh in steady circles. The way she yields to us, accepts our touch, our pleasure, our worship, is intoxicating.

“Fuck,” Cole grits out, his voice strained and rough. “She's... her muscles are clamping down like a vice around my knot.” Sweat drips down his face as he fights for control. His hands flex on her hips, caught between helping her move and holding her still.

I chuckle against Mira's lips, never stopping the movement of my fingers. “Enjoy it, brother. Our omega is a blessing.” Watching her come apart for us, feeling her respond to our touch, knowing she trusts us this much, issacred.

“Gods, yes,” Cole agrees readily, even as more sweat beads on his brow. His hands grip her hips, helping support her. He knows how lucky he is with the look of awe and pure wonder on his face instead of a scowl.

“You're doing so well, Little One,” Adrian murmurs against her breast. “Taking us so beautifully.” His tongue flicks across her nipple, drawing another desperate sound from her throat.

My fingers speed up on her clit as I break the kiss to nip at her throat. “That's it, Baby Girl. Show us how good we make you feel. Show us how well you take your alphas' cocks.”

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as her climax finally overwhelms her. Her head tips back against my shoulder, throat exposed, body arching beautifully as she shatters. The sight of her coming undone is glorious, face flushed, lips swollen, every muscle taut with ecstasy as her sugared lilac scent explodes around us.

“She's... I'm... cumming again. Her muscles...” Cole can't finish the sentence, as her inner walls milk his knot. His scent spikes as he empties into her again. When she comes back to herself, her eyes are dark with lust.

“Zane,” she demands, voice rough with desire. The way she says my name is both a prayer and command. “Need you. Please.” Her scent carries no shame, no hesitation, just pure, desperate want.

“What do you need, Baby Girl? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.” I’m ready to prostrate myself at her feet and give her the world, moon and stars.

“Everything.” She reaches for me with trembling hands. “Need you inside me. Need all of you.” Her words are slightly slurred, but the desire in them is crystal clear.

And fuck if that isn't the hottest thing I've ever heard.

“Gonna give you anything you ask, Baby Girl,” I rasp.

She's still firmly tied to Cole's knot, even more securely now after his second release. Her inner muscles must be milking every drop from him, but there's another way I can claim her, one more hole begging to be filled. I press gently on her shoulders, encouraging her to lean forward. My finger trails down her spine, over the curve of her ass to that tight rosebud. The way she shivers under my touch makes my cock throb with anticipation.

She's leaking slick everywhere, her arousal coating her thighs, making everything wet and ready. The sight of her essence glistening on her skin, marking where she's joined with Cole, drives my alpha wild. I gather some of her slick on my finger, circling her back entrance with gentle pressure.

“Baby Girl,” I growl, my voice rough. My finger continues its teasing circles as her tight muscles flutter under my touch. “Can I take you here? Cole's already filling your sweet pussy, but if you want me now...” I press slightly with my finger, testing her reaction. “This is how it'll have to be.”

My balls ache at the sound of her answering whimper. “Yes, please, Zane. Please…please Alpha. Want you. Want all of you.”

She needs to understand she belongstous.Withus. And I need to remind her that sheowns us all.

I work my finger deeper inside her, then add another, preparing her carefully despite my desperate need to claim. Her body yields beautifully to my touch, opening for me like she was made for this… because she was.

We all were.

When she's ready, I position the head of my cock against her tight entrance. I ease in slowly, inch by careful inch, and fuck, she's tight. Hot silk grips me, made better by Cole's cock through the thin wall separating us. The dual sensation is mind-blowing—her tight heat around me, the rigid length of Cole's cock adding pressure She makes little whimpers that drive me wild as she takes me into her body.

“That's it, Baby Girl,” I growl, holding her hips steady. My fingers will probably leave marks, but the thought only makes my alpha purr harder. “Take all of me. You're doing so well.”

When I'm fully seated, we both freeze, adjusting to the sensation. She's completely filled now, stuffed full of both our cocks. Her scent is spun sugar, telling me exactly how much she loves this. How much she wants this.

“So full,” she gasps, her inner muscles fluttering around me. The movement makes Cole groan too, his musky scent thick with renewed arousal. “So perfect.”

The words nearly undo my control. Because she is perfect, taking both of us, wanting both of us, trusting us this completely.

“Move,” she demands, and the command in her voice makes my cock pulse. “Please, Zane. Need you to move.”

And who am I to deny our omega anything?

I start with shallow thrusts, her body adjusting to the invasion but her desperate moans and the way she pushes back against me tell me she needs more. My control starts to slip as pleasure builds, each thrust deeper than the last.

The sensation is exquisite, her body yielding to me, Cole's cock adding delicious pressure through the thin wall, her small frame trembling between us. Every movement draws new sounds from her throat, each one more desperate than the last. Whimpers turn to moans turn to broken pleas.

“So good, Baby Girl,” I growl, increasing my pace. Sweat drips down my spine as I fight to maintain some semblance of control. “You’re made for this. Made for us.” My hands guide her movements, helping her take both our cocks deeper.

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