Page 44 of Knot My Luck

My voice is desperate, wrecked. I barely recognise it as my own.

“You already have us, sweetheart,” Lorcan rasps, his hands smoothing over my thighs, holding me open for Tadhg. “We’re right here.”

“No,” I gasp, my back arching off the bed. “I need?—”

I can’t even say it, but they know. Of course, they do.

Tadhg curses under his breath, his jaw tight, his muscles straining. “Devlin…Clover…sweetheart…you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I do.” I turn my head, pressing my forehead against his, my breath coming in hot, frantic puffs. “Bite me. Alpha. Please.”

Lorcan’s growl is deep, a possessive rumble vibrating through his chest. “You want us to claim you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my fingers digging into his biceps as I pull him closer. “I need it. I can’t—” My voice catches on a sob of frustration as another wave of heat crashes through me. “Knot! I can’t take it anymore. Bite!”

Tadhg shudders against me, his self-control hanging by a thread. He’s already scent-marked me a dozen times tonight, rubbed his jaw along my throat, left his scent all over me, bitten my skin until it’s tender but unbroken, and knotted me into oblivion and back…but this…this is different.

A bond mark is forever. And I’m begging for it.

“Red,” Lorcan breathes, his lips ghosting over my pulse point. “Once we do this, there’s no going back.”

“I don’t want to go back,” I whine.

Tadhg groans, his restraint snapping like a rope pulled too tight for too long. He fists my hair, tilting my head back to bare my throat, his mouth hovering over the spot that belongs to him. Lorcan watches, waiting, his body taut with anticipation.

“I’m not going to bite you until you come for me again,” Tadhg growls, his eyes blazing with unrestrained desire.

“I can’t!” I wail. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms have been wrung out of me today. There’s no way I can go again.

I’m stretched beyond my limits, but the ache...the need doesn’t stop.

“You can and you will,” Tadhg insists. He holds me firm as Lorcan slides a hand between us, his fingers drawing slow, perfect circles around my swollen clit. The feeling is exquisite, maddening, and I can’t help but tremble as he applies just the right amount of pressure.

“Be a good omega, a good girl, Red. Come for your alphas.”

I don’t have a choice. I’m at their mercy, and my body is desperate to please them. Another orgasm tears through me, blinding and relentless. I feel every inch of it as my hips buck against Lorcan’s hand, my body shaking violently, on the edge of unraveling completely.

Tadhg hisses as he feels it, his grip tightening in my hair, pulling me back to expose my throat.

“There,” he growls, and then – finally – his teeth sink into my skin.

The bite is sharp, deep, and primal. The pain is electric, but it’s drowned in the overwhelming rush of pleasure that floods my veins. I scream out, every cell in my body vibrating with the bond snapping into place. His mark is permanent, and as he pulls back, licking over the wound, his voice is thick with satisfaction. “You’re mine now, Devlin.”

My omega purrs. We belong to him now.

Something primal surges through me before I can think – Ineedto bite back. My body moves on its own, surging forward, my fingers fisting in Tadhg’s hair as I pull him to me. His eyes widen, lips parting in surprise, but he doesn’t stop me. He wants this just as badly as I do.

I press my mouth to the curve of his neck, inhaling deep, his scent thick with possessiveness, with me. Then I sink my teeth in.

Tadhgroars. His whole body tenses, his hands crushing my hips as a shudder wracks through him. The taste of him bursts over my tongue – dark, rich, sweet, and mine. The moment my bite takes hold, it hits. The bond.

It’s not just physical. It’s a rush of him – his hunger, his desperate need to protect, his fierce, unrelenting love. It crashes through me like wildfire, blazing hot and undeniable. My head spins, my breath hitching as his emotions pour into me, raw and unfiltered.

I feeleverything. Tadhg loves me. He always has. and I can feel his love for Lorcan too.

His arms tighten around me as his knot inflates, locking us together as physically as the bond has. It’s as if he can’t bear to let go, and for a second, we exist in this perfect moment, wrapped in each other, our souls locked together in something unbreakable.

Then – pain.

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