Page 91 of Knot Only His

I glance at Carver, our eyes meet. He gives me a small nod. I smile as tears sting in my eyes.

“I want my four alphas together.”

“Good girl.” Asher steps forward. His eyes lower to look at my nest and back to me. “Can we join you?”

Goosebumps break out over my body as I moan. “Please.”

He steps another foot forward and reaches his hand out until his fingers touch my chin, tilting it high. I moan again and my perfume emits into the air, melding with theirs.

Coconut…pineapple…vanilla…and topped off with rum. It smells like summer on the beach. It smells like heaven.

We smell like heaven.

Like a perfect pack.

I tip my head to the side as Asher lowers and kisses my neck. When he pulls away, he says, “That’s my claiming spot.”

Carver growls. “I want her neck.”

“Then we’ll share,” Asher tells him, undeterred by Carver’s alpha dominance.

I whine. “I want you all to share me. I want—” I stop talking as slick coats my shorts. I press my finger between my legs as heat rises and settles in my cheeks.

Asher’s mouth reaches my ear and with a snarl, he says, “Don’t ever be embarrassed about who you are.”

His words make me purr contentedly and again as I watch my alphas as they each find their place around me.

“Lie down and let us hold you for a while,” Asher says.

I need this more than they know. Or maybe they know exactly what I need as Parker cradles my head in his lap.

Hot tears stream down my face as my alphas surround me in my nest. Their combined scents wrapping around me like a warm blanket, and making me feel safer than I’ve ever felt in my life.

Parker’s fingers gently comb through my hair as Asher and Oliver press at my sides, holding me close. Carver settles at my feet, his large hands massaging my calves.

“You’re everything we’ve been missing,” Parker whispers, his voice thick with emotion I rarely hear. “You make us complete."

My heart swells at his words. I reach up to touch his face, feeling the slight stubble under my fingertips.

Asher’s hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers. “Did you know, deep down, that you belonged with us? That first day in my clinic, I felt it.”

I squeeze his hand, remembering that electric moment. “I think I always knew something was missing in my life. But I felt it with you. I felt it in the club when Parker held me behind him to keep me safe. I felt it when Oliver winked at me months ago.”

“There was never going to be another omega for us,” Oliver murmurs against my shoulder. “The moment I scented you at that game, I knew. We all knew when Parker brought your scent home.”

I turn to Carver, who’s been unusually quiet. His blue eyes meet mine, intense and full of meaning.

Carver smiles. “When I saw how Oliver looked at you that day,” he says, his voice rough. “I recognized that look because it was the same way I looked at you. That’s when I knew you weren’t just mine. And the reason that I can accept this pack. Because you were meant for all of us.”

Fresh tears fall as I process his words. My body aches for more, craving their deeper touch, but this connection feels just as vital.

Chapter 23

Harlow

It’s beautiful what we have. It’s new but still feels so perfect.

And I’m trying to savor this moment lying between them, but I’m also trying to ward off this feeling inside me. A feeling of deep yearning. To need to feel them.

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