Page 92 of Knot Only His

I’m caught in a haze of longing, the warmth of their bodies surrounding me like a comforting cocoon. And I know they are showing what they can do for me outside of sex and knots and everything in between, but…

I open my legs, feeling Carver’s hand disappear from stroking there, and stare into his eyes and beg, “Please, just touch me.”

He knows me so well, I’d say better than I know myself–at least my omega.

“You want your alphas, baby?” Carver asks, turning to look at my other alphas.

I follow his gaze and the world outside fades as I look into their eyes—Carver’s intense blue, Parker’s steely gray, Oliver’s playful hazel—and a shiver runs through me as I look into Asher’s. The green of his eyes is now as black as the ocean on a dark night.

“I do,” I whisper, feeling exposed. “I need to feel… all of you. I’m just a little scared.”

Carver’s gaze softens as he inches closer, his breath warm against my skin.

“Use your words,” he murmurs, a gentle command that ignites something deep inside me. “Tell us what you want and we’ll help you all the way.”

“I…” My heart races as I gather my courage. “I need to feel.”

Parker leans in and kisses me, soft at first, until I whimper and then it’s hard and demanding, igniting a fire within me that spreads through my entire body.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, his voice low and soothing.

I nod, my pulse thrums in response.

Then Carver positions himself between my legs. The heat radiating off him as he lowers his mouth to my core. His tongue flicks over my clit, teasing and coaxing.

I moan, the sound echoing off the walls of my sanctuary.

Asher’s hands roam across my body, fingers trailing over my sides, brushing up against the swell of my breasts.

Oliver kneels beside him, his presence commanding. He strokes his cock with a serene confidence that sends another thrill racing through me.

I reach out instinctively and squeeze his knot gently.

“Have you been knotted before?” His voice is low and gravelly.

I glance at Carver. His mouth is still on my pussy but his eyes watch me intently.

I suppose it’s because he is the only one who has ever knotted me before this moment.

“Carver is my first and only,” I reply breathlessly as Carver sucks on my clit.

My head drops as I moan.

“Then today is your lucky day,” Oliver grins wickedly. “You’ll have four alphas knotting you.”

A shiver runs down my spine.

“Are you ready for more?” Asher asks.

I nod. “Please. Touch me.”

I need it so much.

My breasts feel achy as Parker’s hot mouth seals over my nipple, and I groan as his teeth scrape it.

Oliver’s hand roams over my stomach and lower, his hand stroking gently until I’m moaning and bucking against Carver’s mouth.

Asher touches my cheek, turning me to him. “Kiss me.” But there’s only tenderness in his tone.

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