Page 25 of Knot My Luck

I try to push the thoughts away, but another spike rips through me. My eyes squeeze shut and my hands reach for him, grabbing hold of his arm in a way that feels both needy and foreign.

“I can’t…I can’t…” My words are little more than whimpers now. “Please. Tadhg,please.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His hand slides under my trembling fingers, cupping the back of my head gently, and I swear I feel him pulling me into a trance with that comforting touch. “I’ll help you through this. Just let me. I won’t hurt you.”

I inhale deeply, focusing on his scent, trying to ground myself as much as possible. But I’m dizzy, so dizzy from the heat. The pain pulses again, and I find myself needing him, wanting him. The only reason I can tell this is a spike and not the real thing is because I still have my wits about me. Just about.

I still want him to claim me. I want him to do something, anything to make this pain stop.

“I can’t think straight…” I say, my voice breaking.

“You don’t have to think, Devlin.” Tadhg’s hand on my shoulder is warm, his touch still grounding, despite everything that’s swirling around us. “You just have to let me help you.”

I don’t have the strength to fight. I nod, helpless, unable to stop the need from surging through me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice is whispering that this is a bad idea. that sleeping with my ex’s twin brother is not a smart move. But over that quiet whisper my omega is howling that we need him, that he’s ours, and that everything will work out fine.

“I trust you,” I say, my voice strained as another wave hits, stronger this time. Am I talking to Tadhg, or my omega? I don’t know. But I have to put my trust insomeoneright now.

Tadhg doesn’t say anything more. He leans in, his lips brushing my forehead before gently pushing the blankets away from me. He climbs onto the bed and pulls me into his arms, holding me firmly, offering no space between us, no escape from the glorious warmth of his body as his scent floods my senses once more.

His presence is a balm and a poison at the same time. I can feel his control in the way he holds me, steady and strong, his beautiful amber, vanilla, cedarwood scent flooding my senses, making it harder to breathe. My body aches, my skin burning with need, and yet the simple fact that he’s here – so close – gives me some semblance of comfort in the chaos.

He’s not Lorcan. That truth hits me like a cold slap. But he’s notjustTadhg either.

His touch, his scent – they’re doing something to me. Something primal. Something I can’t fight, even if I wanted to. Just his presence, his touch, is easing the ache inside me. There’s arightnessto being in his arms that I can’t deny.

“Breathe, Devlin,” Tadhg coaxes softly, his voice like honey, soothing yet with a raw edge. “Just breathe with me.”

Tadhg’s hands are steady as he holds me, his touch grounding me as the heat spikes again. The way he moves his fingers, gentle but insistent on the tops of my arms, makes me shudder. My body responds to him instinctively, and I hate how much I crave the release, how much I need it, but I can’t stop myself from leaning into his touch.

I just wish I could enjoy this clear-headed, instead of lost to the fog of pre-heat hormones.

“Just focus on me, Lucky Clover,” he coaxes, his voice low and commanding, a quiet promise in each word. I remember that he called me that once and I loved it, but Cathal had scowled and told him off, so he’d never uttered those words to me again.

Then his lips are soft on mine, kissing me with a tenderness that doesn’t match the intensity of what my body feels. His tongue gently teases against my lips, coaxing me to open for him.

I do. I give in, letting him deepen the kiss, my breath hitching with every movement of his hand as he skims lower. The world narrows to the feel of his touch, the heat in my veins, the pulse between my legs. His fingers move south with precision, stroking, pressing on my clit, and I can feel the tension building, coiling tighter inside me.

The kiss is soft, but there’s an urgency to it that matches the frantic need inside me. I can’t think straight. Everything in me wants more, needs more, but I’m still caught in the storm, caught in the heat.

This is Tadhg. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. If it would be the same as kissing Cathal.

It’s not. This kiss is…mind blowing. I’ll admit, I don’t know what Cathal’s kisses are like now, but they were nothing like this back when we were together. And I would never have guessed that his shy twin would kiss with such quiet command. There was hesitation at first, like he was still weighing the risk, but then—then?—

He takes over. Completely and utterly dominating me with his confidence. His fingers press just enough at my waist, anchoring me, claiming me. His lips are soft, coaxing, but beneath that gentleness is something deeper, something unshakable.

I expected careful. Tentative. But Tadhg kisses like he’s memorising me, like he’s always known exactly how to touch me but never let himself try—until now. And now that he has, he’s not holding back. It’s like he’s making up for lost time.

A shiver runs down my spine as his teeth graze my lower lip, teasing, testing, before his tongue sweeps in, hot and sure. He’s still quiet—he always was—but his kiss says everything.

This isn’t just a kiss. It’s a confession.

I gasp, my body arching slightly as I feel the pressure inside me peak. The whimper that escapes me is muffled against his lips, and I can’t stop it. It feels like the moment might break me apart, but Tadhg holds me together, guiding me through it, steadying me when I think I might lose control. All the while his deft fingers strum my clit until I’m nearly feral with need.

As the wave of pleasure crashes over me, my body trembles, and I can hear my own breath coming in ragged bursts. My skin feels raw, like I’m too sensitive, too aware of every inch of him. And even though it was all too much just a moment ago, I know I could easily fall apart again.

Tadhg pulls back slightly, looking down at me with a gaze so intense I almost can’t hold it. His lips are swollen from our kiss, and his breath is heavier than usual, but he doesn’t speak right away.

“You’re all right, Clover. Keep breathing…good girl,” he breathes, his voice still low, coaxing me through the aftermath of the heat. His thumb brushes over my jaw, and I feel the weight of his touch, the unspoken promise of more.

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