Page 114 of Knot Only His

She picks up the pen, signs her name with a flourish. “You’re already mine.”

I pull her into my arms, breathing in her intoxicating scent. The others crowd around us, hands touching, scents mingling.

A small voice breaks through our moment. “Harlow?”

Jagger stands in the doorway, his pajamas rumpled. “I had a nightmare. A monster came and took me away.”

Harlow breaks from our embrace, scooping him up. “No monsters are getting past us, sweetheart.” She rocks him gently, humming softly.

Just watching them together makes my chest tighten. I could never separate her from this little boy. This is where we belong—all of us—together.

Parker lifts Jagger from Harlow’s arms. Her vanilla and pineapple scent shifts.

“Take care of her,” Parker murmurs, pressing his lips to her forehead before carrying Jagger upstairs.

“I want to take him to bed,” Harlow says. “Let me.”

Jagger reaches out and takes Harlow’s hand as she follows him upstairs. I follow.

But by the time we reach the top, Jagger is already pressed against his uncle and sleeping softly in his arms.

Parker reaches out and cups Harlow’s cheek with his free hand. “Let the alphas look after you, baby.”

She purrs and her scent emits like thick smoke in the air.

Parker turns to me and gives me a nod. “Look after our omega.”

After Parker enters Jagger’s room, I turn to Harlow, her eyes dark with desire. “What do you want, baby?”

She glances toward Oliver and Asher’s rooms. “All of you.”

My alpha preens at her honesty. “Wait in your nest for us.”

I find Oliver and Asher in the kitchen. “She needs us.”

They follow me without hesitation. When we enter her room, the sight of her arranging blankets and pillows in her nest sends a surge of possession inside of me.

Her scent floods the air—sweet, needy, and utterly perfect.

She strips off her clothes, movements quick but graceful.

My breath catches as she kneels in her nest, looking at us expectantly.

“May we join you?” Asher asks, his voice rough.

Oliver says. “Please let us in, beautiful.”

“Please,” she whimpers.

I gaze at Harlow, kneeling in her nest, and a rush of possessiveness surges through me. She’s breathtaking. The way the moonlight catches her skin makes her glow, a perfect blend of vulnerability and strength.

My heart races as I take in her luscious curves and the way she looks at us with those bright turquoise eyes—like we’re the only ones who matter.

“You’re stunning,” I breathe out, my voice low. “Every inch of you is beautiful.”

Her scent spikes with arousal, mixing with our own—coconut, vanilla, pineapple, and rum swirling together in perfect harmony.

Oliver steps closer, his hazel eyes darkened with need. “And so perfect for us,” he adds, his tone filled with awe.

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