Page 81 of Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

They’re all there instantly, surrounding me, their scents mixing together—cedar and smoke, chocolate and snow, hops and leather. Hands stroke my body, my hair, my face, and I arch into their touch, a purr grazing my throat.

“Look how desperate she is for us,” Knox groans. “Been waiting so long to have you like this, baby.”

“Don’t worry, angel,” Garrett soothes, pressing a kiss to my lips. His fingers thread through my hair, tugging gently in a way that makes me gasp. “We’re going to keep you safe. Take away the pain. Though you should know... this could last a week.”

“A week?” I gasp, my eyes going wide. Nobody told me that part. A week of this burning need, this desperate hunger? “I don’t think I can?—”

“You can,” Dominic cuts in. “And you will. Because we’re going to be right here, fucking you, licking you, giving you everything you need.” His hand cups my face, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “Going to make you scream for us, little Omega. Make you ours in every way possible.”

My world narrows to the overwhelming sensations curling between my thighs, but no matter how much I squeeze them, it doesn’t alleviate the desire.

“You’re trembling for us, sweetheart,” Garrett murmurs against my neck, kneeling on the bed to get closer to me, his breath hot against my skin.

I try to form words, but another wave of heat rolls through me, stronger than before. My fingers clutch at Knox’s shirt, pulling him closer, while my other hand is on Dominic, tugging at his belt. “It’s too much,” I manage to gasp. “I’ve never... I can’t...”

“Shhh,” Dominic soothes, brushing my hair from my face. His touch is gentle, but I can feel the restraint in his movements. “We know it’s overwhelming. First heats always are. But we’ve got you.”

Knox’s hand finds mine, squeezing gently. “You’re doing so well, Ruby. So perfect for us.”

My skin tingles wherever they touch, the heat under my skin building to an almost unbearable level.

Knox’s hands cup my face, his eyes searching mine.

Dominic’s fingers trace along my collarbone, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

The rational part of my brain is still trying to process it all—three Alphas, all mine, all wanting me at once. And I love it so much! My instincts are reveling in their attention, their touch, the way they stare at me like savages desperate to fuck me, to knot me.

“I need you,” I whimper, past caring how desperate I sound. “Please...”

Turning my head, I seek Knox’s kiss, and he obliges immediately. His lips are soft but demanding, and I melt into them. His grip finds my hips, fingers digging into me, showing me just how much he’s barely holding on. The other two have their hands all over me, tugging at my clothes.

The zipper at my back slides down, and my dress slips from my shoulders. I shiver despite the warmth flooding through me. Three sets of eyes darken at once, and the possessive growls that fill the room leave me purring with satisfaction.

“Beautiful,” Knox breathes against my neck. “Our beautiful Omega.”

My fingers tremble as I reach for Knox’s shirt buttons, pulling at them hard, needing it off. “I can’t wait,” I whisper.

They’re my Alphas. My mates. My everything.

In moments, they tug the dress down my body and off me, leaving me in my white thong. Garrett is already taking off my heels.

“Gorgeous,” I hear Dominic murmur, his gaze traveling down my body and back up, pausing on my breasts.

“Fuck me!” Knox licks his lips.

“Are you wet for us?” Garrett asks, his gaze narrowing in on my thong. “Do we make your little cunt drenched?”

Those words leave me undone as I watch my Alphas turn into savages for me, hungry for sex. I’m breathing heavily, my chest heaving, nipples so tight, I might explode when one of them touches me.

“Only one way to find out,” I tease and lean back on my elbows.

Dominic throws himself at me first, fingers curling into the elastic of my thong, and he drags it down over my hips. I lift them off the bed, and he tugs my panties all the way down. His gaze settles on the fire between my legs as though he’s about to lose himself.

I keep my thighs clenched tight, and I feel my pussy swelling, growing uncontrollably wet.

As if they read my mind, the three of them strip, yanking their shirts off and tossing them aside. My gaze drops to their abs, their chests, and my body’s heating up worse. Shoes off, they unbuckle their belts and unzip their pants. I lean forward, desperate to see everything they’re packing.

Nibbling on my lower lip, I take it all in, knowing I must be the luckiest girl in the entire world to have these three hunks all to myself.

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