Page 80 of Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

I try to hide my blush as everyone pretends they didn’t hear that very personal observation, but it’s impossible when my Alphas are looking at me like they want to devour me whole.

“Anyway,” I say loudly, making everyone smirk. Garrett just hugs me tighter, dropping a kiss on my head.

The party is perfect, filled with laughter and so much love, I’m about to burst. By the time we’re ready to leave, I’m floating on a cloud of happiness and cake. Then it hits me—a wave of heat so intense, my knees nearly buckle. I fall into Knox’s arms, and he’s got me in his arms instantly. Slick floods my panties, and my core clenches with sudden, desperate need.

Oh fuck.My heat’s here, and it’s hit like a freight train.

All three Alphas freeze, their nostrils flaring as they catch my scent. Their eyes darken with synchronized hunger that makes me whimper.

“My place,” Dominic says, his voice a low growl. “I definitely have the biggest bed.”

“Always bragging about size, aren’t you? We’ll see!” Knox smirks. But the heated looks all three Alphas give me suggest Knox isn’t just teasing about the bed dimensions.

Knox leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “Ready to be fucked by three Alphas, pretty girl?”

The possessive promise in his voice has me shuddering. This night is about to get very, very interesting.

EPILOGUE

RUBY

“You can put me down... I have legs,” I manage to say as Dominic carries me from the back seat of Knox’s SUV, but even I can hear how breathless my voice sounds. Warmth floods through me, a tightening deep in my gut following close after, and my fingers clutch at Dominic’s shirt. My whole body feels like it’s humming, every nerve ending buzzing. “Oh God, what’s happening to me? Is it meant to feel like this?”

Dominic’s dark eyes lock onto mine, filled with an intensity that makes my breath catch. “Your body knows what it needs,” he murmurs, and the growl in his voice sends shivers down my spine. “And we’re going to give it to you. All of it.”

“It’s calling to your Alphas,” Garrett adds softly, his hand finding mine. “We’re right here for you, angel.” His thumb traces circles on my palm, and even that small touch feels electric. “You’re so perfect like this, all flushed and needy for us.”

Knox appears beside us, brushing my hair back from my forehead. I reach for him, drawing him closer until our lips crash together. The contact sends sparks through my entire body, and I moan into his mouth. He tastes like winter nights and sex, and I crave more, more, more.

“Look at how responsive she is already,” Knox breathes against my lips. “So beautiful. So ours.”

“Okay, we need to get inside, or I doubt my neighbors are going to be happy with the scene about to play out,” Dominic mutters. At the door, he transfers me to Knox’s arms, and I immediately curl into his chest, seeking his familiar scent of chocolate and snow.

“Can’t get enough of your smell,” Knox murmurs into my hair, followed by a deep inhale. “It’s driving me insane.”

“Garrett,” I call out, reaching for him. My head is spinning with their heady scents. The rational part of my brain is trying to process how fast this is all happening, but my body is ten steps ahead, craving their touch like oxygen. “I have no idea how we’re going to do this, but I need all of you... please. The pain...”

“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” Garrett soothes, catching my outstretched hand and pressing a kiss to my palm. “Going to take such good care of you, make you feel so good, you forget everything but us.”

Through the haze, I try to hold on to some rational thoughts. We just got married. This is happening so fast. But when I look at each of them—Dominic with his brooding stare, Knox with his wild stare, Garrett with his possessiveness—my heart threatens to burst. They’re my world now, all three of them. A month ago, I was alone in my apartment above the bar, and now, I have three husbands who look at me as if I’m everything they’ve ever desired.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear Mom’s voice. “You’ll see...”

I push that thought away. These men aren’t anything like my father. They’re protective, they care for me, and even… love me. I believe that deep in my soul. I see it in how carefully Knox holds me, how tenderly Dominic strokes my hair, how softly Garrett whispers endearments.

“Going to worship every inch of you,” Dominic promises, his voice dark with need, then he moves to unlock the front door.

Garrett’s in my ear, too, whispering, “We’re going to mark you up so everyone knows you’re ours.”

His voice and his words leave me giddy.

The house blurs past as Knox carries me inside; all I catch are glimpses of soaring ceilings, leather furniture, and enormous windows. A massive Christmas tree sparkles in the corner, green branches laden with twinkling lights and ornaments. Everything screams bachelor pad meets luxury, but I barely process it as another wave of need crashes through me.

“Please,” I whimper. Everything feels too hot, too sensitive. My skin is crying out for their touch, and every inch of me is dying to submit, to let them take care of me.

They bring me to a huge bedroom with the biggest bed I’ve ever seen, with dark sheets and puffy pillows. When Knox sets me on the mattress, I cry out at the loss of contact.

I sit up on the bed, reaching for them.

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