Page 115 of Knot Only His

I move, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She melts against me as Oliver’s mouth finds her neck.

Asher moves behind her, his lips trailing down her shoulder. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her back against him. “You need us, don’t you? Let us take care of you.”

“More than anything,” Harlow whispers, leaning into Asher’s embrace. Her body shivers with anticipation as we draw nearer.

I reach for her chin, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. “We’ll give you everything you need.”

Her breath hitches as I press my lips against hers. It’s soft at first, testing the waters, but then it ignites into something more intense.

Oliver goes to her other side, kissing down her neck while Asher’s hands slide over her curves, exploring every contour.

She moans softly—a sound that reverberates in my chest like a promise.

As we take our time with her, each kiss feels like confirmation of our bond.

Harlow gasps as I settled between her thighs and guide myself inside her, every inch of our connection electrifying.

She arches into me as Oliver holds onto her tightly from behind, and Asher presses kisses along Harlow’s shoulder, whispering how perfect she is.

“Just like this,” she breathes out between gasps of pleasure where love intertwines with raw desire.

We move together in rhythm, our bodies entwined. Her body wraps around mine perfectly; around us. It’s as if she was made for us—her alphas.

After what feels like an eternity lost in blissful intimacy, we all collapse onto the bed together. Our breaths mingle in the stillness of the night as she drifts off into sleep surrounded by us.

I stare at the ceiling.

Asher and Oliver are sleeping heavily when I hear Harlow slip off the bed and sneak to the door.

I keep a modest distance as I follow her to Jagger’s room.

She stands at the door for a moment before disappearing inside. I slip along to the doorway as Harlow reaches Parker, who is sprawled across Jagger’s bed with his nephew curled beside him.

A smile pulls at my lips at the sight of Harlow as she kneels beside Jagger and plants a gentle kiss on his forehead. She does the same to Parker before turning to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Parker’s voice rumbles sleepily as he grabs her wrist and pulls her toward him. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

The old Carver would be so jealous of this moment they are sharing. The new Carver knows I don’t own Harlow. I love her, as do all her alphas.

The four of us are lucky that we get to share our omega, and when Parker whispers, “You belong here with us.”

It sends warmth flooding through me, and I step away, no longer jealous.

Chapter 29

Parker

I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white as Jake’s lawyer struts in front of the judge.

“Your Honor, this is a straightforward case of manipulation. Mr. Parker has coerced Ms. Foster into pretending to be an omega to strengthen his custody claim.”

I turn my head, catching Harlow’s downcast face.

“Look at me,” I whisper. Her eyes catch mine. “We can do this.”

Carver’s hand moves in gentle circles on her back while Oliver’s fingers intertwine with hers. Asher sits beside me, his attention split between the proceedings and the small device monitoring Harlow’s vitals.

“She’ll be fine,” Asher whispers, but his jaw is clenched tight.

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