Page 177 of Knot Like Other Girls

The moment they leave, Bella sits up, letting the silk sheet pool around her waist. She reveals herself to us without hesitation. Her breasts perfect, throat marked lightly from Troy and Cole's attentions.

"I want you," she says plainly, her words carrying an urgency that stirs me immediately. "All three of you."

Without delay, I remove my carefully selected button-down, folding it neatly despite the longing running through me. Some habits persist, even in moments of instinct. "Are you tender after Cole and Troy?" I ask, maintaining an even tone despite my heightening desire.

A small wince crosses her features as she shifts. "Full. Stretched. But... still wanting."

"Your first complete heat will need more attention than just two of us," Liam says, already stripping off his henley to reveal the bold patterns covering his torso.

Roman nods, shedding his own clothing. "Tell us what you need, Bella. How you want us."

I watch her consideration, appreciating how even consumed by her heat, she maintains that thoughtful essence that first drew me to her. Her green eyes follow our movements as we undress, taking in each of us with open appreciation.

"I want..." she begins, then stops, blushing deeply despite everything we've shared. "I want to taste you, Savva. While Roman... while he takes me." Her attention shifts to Liam. "And I want Liam's hands on me. I'll make it up to you after."

Liam swallows audibly.

The specificity of her request sends heat through me. I step closer, now fully undressed, my restraint diminishing as her pupils dilate at the sight of me. "Are you certain?" I ask. "Your body has already experienced much."

She nods, eagerness evident in her expression. "I need this." She reaches for me. "Please."

I join her in the nest, settling on my knees at the head of the makeshift bed. Roman positions himself at her other end while Liam kneels beside her, his massive hands already skimming over her dampened skin.

Her heat envelops me. It suffuses the nest, caramel and coffee layered with honey and spice, mixing with the remaining traces of Cole and Troy. The combination dizzies me, awakening primal instincts inside me that I usually keep firmly in check.

Not now. Not with her.

Kneeling before Bella, watching desire cloud her eyes, the discipline that normally keeps me controlled begins to crumble.

"How do you want me?" I ask, my voice rough.

Bella rises to her knees, silk sheet falling away completely. She captivates me—her skin rosy, a sheen making her luminous in the dim light of the nest.

"Lie back," she instructs, assurance threading through her heat-dazed voice.

Following her direction, I stretch out on the plush fabrics, resting my head against the cushions. From here, I watch as she crawls toward me. Nearby, Roman positions himself between her thighs while Liam settles at her side, his tattooed hands exploring her waist and flank.

"You're certain?" I ask again, needing her absolute confirmation.

She nods, wetting her lips as she lowers herself over me. "I want to taste you, Savva. Please."

That word—"please"—from her lips breaks through my restraint. My erection responds instantly, already hard and eager for her touch.

Her fingers find me first with delicate curiosity that contrasts with the fever consuming her. Her touch blends tentative discovery and boldness. Tracing my length, palm cupping my shaft with gentle pressure that catches my breath.

"You're beautiful," she murmurs, meeting my gaze as she bends lower.

No one has ever called me beautiful before. Dangerous, yes. Elegant, certainly. But beautiful?

"You are beautiful, little dove," I reply, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Perfect in every way."

She smiles at the endearment before lowering her head. The first touch of her tongue electrifies me. Warm, wet, exquisitely gentle—she tastes with unhurried appreciation despite the urgency she must feel.

Behind her, Roman's hands hold her hips, positioning himself at her entrance. I notice the muscle in his jaw working as he fights for control. Liam moves closer, his broad palm sliding over the curve of her ass before slipping between her thighs.

"Tell us if it's too much," Roman says, his voice a low rumble. "At any point."

She lifts her head briefly. "I will. I promise."

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