Page 86 of Break Me Knot

“Fuck off, Zane,” Cole murmurs, but there's no bite to it. His voice comes out lazy, his lips curving in a blissed-out smile.

The fact that he's not rising to my bait tells me more than anything else how profound this change is. Our Cole—our brooding, guilty, self-punishing Cole—has finally found his peace.

Mira’s auburn hair spills like silk over his shoulders. Her lips are still swollen from his kisses, curved in a slight smile as she dozes. She's so small against him, yet she fits perfectly. She looks younger like this. Peaceful. The way it should be. Like she was made to be here.

Made to be ours.

I lean in and press my lips to hers, tasting Cole on her mouth. Her eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and dark with lingering pleasure, and fuck, the sight of her pleasure goes straight to my groin. The remaining blood in my body that hasn’t pooled inside my cock spikes as she responds to my kiss with a soft whimper.

Watching her come apart on Cole's knot was the sweetest torture. My cock has been hard since their first kiss, throbbing painfully as I witnessed their completion. Now, with her kiss-swollen lips moving against mine, my knot begins to swell in anticipation.

She's gravity. Impossible to resist, pulling me in closer. The way she arches, still tied to Cole but seeking my touch, is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Her scent blooms fresh with arousal, and my inner alpha howls.

“Baby Girl,” I growl against her mouth. “The things you do to me...”

The sight of her wanting both of us, accepting both of us... it's more than I ever expected. She makes this little sound—half moan, half plea—and my control thins. My cock pulses, pre-cum soaking through my shorts as she reaches for me.

Her kiss isn't enough; could never be enough. I need more of her. I crave everything she's willing to give. She grows restless against Cole.

“What do you need, Baby Girl?” I ask, though her scent already tells me. Sweet arousal threads around me, coating my mind, body and soul, making my mouth water. The way she writhes, caught between Cole's knot and her growing arousal.

“You,” she groans, the word breaking on a whimper that goes straight to my groin. “Please, Zane...” Her hand reaches for me, trembling.

Adrian is already fisting his cock through his pants, cedar smoke blending with my needy citrus. His eyes are dark with desire. “Give our omega what she wants, brother.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. My cock throbs as I strip off my clothes, unable to wait another second. She's ours. All of ours. The way it was always meant to be. I plan to show her exactly what that means. Cole's smile and heavy-lidded eyes tell me he's more than happy to share this moment.

“Gonna take care of you, Baby Girl. Gonna make you feel so good.”

The way she whimpers in response, the way her scent spikes with fresh arousal, nearly breaks my control completely. This omega will be the death of me.

And what a glorious way to go.

I ease her upright, careful of where she's still joined with Cole. She yields to my touch like warm honey, letting me guide her, trusting me to give her what she thirsts for. Her scent blooms with anticipation but it's not enough. I need to feel all of her, skin on skin. I need to map every inch of her with my hands and mouth.

I draw her shirt over her head. She's filled out a little since we found her. Her ribs are less prominent, her curves softening, but she's still too thin. The evidence of her hardships is written on her body in a language of scars and silver lines. Each one tells a story of survival, of pain overcome, of strength I can barely comprehend, but fuck if they don't make her more beautiful. Each scar is a battlewon, a testimony to her resilience. She's a survivor, our omega, and that makes her more precious than any unmarked skin ever could.

Her petite breasts are flawless, nipples taut and yearning for touch. Her waist tapers elegantly before widening to hips that could use a bit more softness, but the balance is exquisite. A cluster of small scars mark her left side, vanishing around her back, and I yearn to explore their path with my tongue. She's a living masterpiece, power embodied in velvet, and she belongs to us.

I'll track down whoever inflicted these marks. I'll exact retribution for each scar, each moment of agony they caused our omega, but for now, I have a different intention. Right now, I'm going to replace every unpleasant memory with ecstasy. I'll revere every inch of her until the only traces she recalls are those we bestow in adoration.

“Stunning,” I murmur, lowering my mouth to her neck, where her heart pounds wildly. My hands encircle her waist, feeling her align perfectly with me. “Gorgeous, baby.”

Her skin is smooth as silk under my touch, vital and alive. She's everything—a blend of fortitude and delicacy, fervor and confidence, resilience and submission, all combined in one exquisite form.

“Might I caress you, Little One?” Despite his urgency, Adrian stays composed. Always respectful, always giving her control.

She nods eagerly, fervently. “Please, Adrian. Please...”

He stands effortlessly, ensnaring one perfect breast with his mouth. The sound she makes is raw, a harmony of want, pleasure, and submission. Her back curves, pushing more of herself into his mouth. I approach from behind, fingertips cupping her throat, gently leaning her head against my chest. I skim my thumb along her throat as her pulse accelerates. This is where I’ll leave my mark if she desires. If she pleads for us to claim her. I can already sense the venom in my mouth, envision how breathtaking she’ll look adorned with all our markings.

Her scent spikes sharply as Adrian's tongue works magic on her breast, as Cole's knot keeps her filled, running his hands over her waist and thighs.

“That's it, Baby Girl,” I growl in her ear, letting my breath ghost over her sensitive skin. “Let us take care of you. Let us make you feel good.” My free hand slides down her stomach, her muscles quivering under my touch as I gently ghost my finger over her clit.

The whimper she makes in response, the way she melts between us, tells me she's more than ready for whatever we want to give her. Her body is responsive, eager, trusting us to bring her pleasure.

I increase pressure on her clit, circling the sensitive bud as I hold her head back, claiming her mouth with mine. The kiss is deep, possessive, hungry, swallowing her desperate moans as she writhes between us. She tastes like paradise and sin combined, like everything I've ever wanted. Her tongue eagerly meets mine, submitting while still demanding more.

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