Page 43 of Knot My Luck

They’re quiet for a long moment, the only sound is the soft rustling of the blankets beneath me. Then, Lorcan’s fingers lift my chin, his touch gentle but insistent.

“Devlin… Red,” he says softly, “What we have – it’s never been just about us. We’ve always known there was something missing.Someonemissing. A piece of our hearts, you could say.”

Tadhg’s gaze sharpens, and he steps forward, taking my hand in his. “You, Clover. You’re what’s been missing. You’re the heart of our pack. The one who completes us.”

I swallow hard, the enormity of their words sinking into my chest. “But…what if I can’t be what you need? What if I can’t fit into this...dynamic?”

Lorcan brushes his thumb over my cheek, his touch soft but firm. “You will, Devlin. If you want to. There’s no pressure either way. You alreadyarefitting in with us. Our bond, our pack – it’s been waiting for you. And we need you to trust us, to trust in what we’re building.”

The knot in my stomach loosens, and for the first time, I feel a sense of certainty. They’re right. This –us– is something deeper than I ever imagined. It’s not just about attraction or need. It’s aboutcompletion, about becoming something more,together.

“I’ll trust you,” I promise, the words coming easier now, even as my heart races in anticipation. “But only if…if you’ll be with each other during my heat. I need to know we’re all in this together.”

Lorcan’s lips curl into a faint smile, his eyes dark with something I can’t quite name.

“We’re all in this together, Devlin. Always.”

They begin to kiss me slowly, their hands exploring, as they pull me closer. Tadhg’s lips capture mine, sweet but demanding, while Lorcan’s teeth graze my neck. The world outside fades, and all that matters now is us – our bond, our pack.

My omega protests that we’re not whole, not without Cathal, but I know that we’ll get there. She just needs to be patient. The first time we see him after six years is not the right time to invite him into our nest, our bed and our heart.

Lorcan and Tadhg’s eyes lock, their expressions intense and unspoken, as if they’re having a silent conversation. Then, with a shared look, they both act.

I’m barely aware of what’s happening before I’m gently but firmly pushed back onto the bed, my body sinking into the cool sheets beneath me, surrounded by a mound of blankets and pillows I’m itching to run my hands all over. My omega wants to inspect everything, to ensure that it’s up to her exacting standards – that it’s good enough for her alphas – but there’s no time for that. The nest will have to do.

The warmth of their touch lingers as they stand over me, gazes dark, burning with intent. I’m left breathless, my heart pounding in anticipation.

My skin prickles with need, the air between us electric. My breath hitches as Lorcan slowly kneels at the edge of the bed, his hands caressing the curve of my hip, his touch possessive yet tender. Tadhg is on the other side of me, his eyes taking me in, as though he can’t decide where to start first.

“Ready?” Tadhg asks, his voice low, teasing, but I can hear the edge of something deeper beneath the question.

I nod, barely able to form words, my body aching for them. They take their time, undressing me carefully, their hands gliding over my skin as though memorising every inch. The soft brush of their fingers, the heat of their eyes, sends shivers through me, heightening the anticipation.

My whole body flushes when Lorcan peels my slick-soaked panties away and my perfume blooms so hard it overpowers all the other scents in the room.

Once I’m bare before them, my chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, they step back – just for a moment – to admire the sight of me. Their eyes are hungry, but there’s a deeper reverence there, something I can’t quite name.

Then, without another word, they turn to each other.

I watch as Lorcan steps toward Tadhg, pulling him into a fierce kiss, their mouths colliding with an urgency that makes my pulse spike. Tadhg’s hands move, eagerly undressing Lorcan, unbuttoning his shirt before throwing it aside. The tension between them is palpable, their need for each other just as consuming as it is for me.

My omega purrs.

As they undress each other, their movements fluid and hungry, I see the way they fit together – like two halves of the same whole, their bond so deep, so intrinsic. It’s more than just lust. It’s something profound, something that calls to me in ways I can’t fully understand, but I want to. I need to.

Tadhg’s shirt hits the floor, followed by Lorcan’s pants. Without breaking their kiss, they move together, their hands roaming, pulling at the last of their clothes. The sound of fabric hitting the floor mixes with the sound of their breath, the heat of their bodies almost tangible.

Finally, when they’re both naked before me, they pause – briefly. It’s a moment of silence, a moment where everything seems to stand still. Then, with a shared look, they turn to me. They stand before me, bare and magnificent, the heat between us thickening. They’re so alike in many ways, yet so different. Lorcan is the one with the wild spark in his eyes, while Tadhg is quieter, more controlled – but in that moment, it’s clear they’re both equally hungry for me, for us, for what we’re about to become.

“Now, Devlin,” Lorcan says, his voice low, like a command and a promise all in one. “It’s time.”

I nod, heart hammering in my chest, as they close in toward me.

The air is thick with the scent of heat, drowning everything else in its intensity. I tremble, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I writhe beneath them. The first waves were overwhelming, but this? This is unbearable. Heat claws at me from the inside, twisting my nerves into raw, frayed wires of pure need.

Tadhg’s hands are firm, grounding me as I struggle, his touch a brand against my overheated skin. Lorcan is at my side, his breath warm against my throat, his body a wall of strength keeping me from slipping into oblivion. I can feel them both, their scents wrapping around me, making me dizzy with want. My body knows what it needs – what it craves. And right now, nothing else matters.

“Tadhg,” I whimper, nails biting into his forearm as I squirm on his pulsing cock. “Lorcan. Please.”

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