Page 179 of Knot Like Other Girls

Savva's knot gradually softens in my mouth, his breathing growing steadier as he strokes my hair with gentle fingers. The tenderness in that simple touch brings tears to my eyes. If someone had told me before the doomed trip to Spain that I'd be here, surrounded by five powerful alphas who look at me like I'm their entire world, I'd have thought they were delusional.

Yet here I am.

Roman remains locked inside me, his powerful body draped over my back as his knot keeps us connected. The weight of him should be overwhelming, but it feels completely natural. His presence shields me from everything outside this perfect bubble we've created.

"You're incredible," Roman murmurs against my ear, his voice rough with awe. "So perfect for us."

His praise washes over me in a warm wave, my body responding with a reflexive clench that makes both of us gasp.Liam's large tattooed hands continue their gentle exploration, tracing patterns across my skin. Hands that could easily break someone's jaw now touch me with impossible care as they dance along my spine, my ribs, my shoulders.

"Are you alright, little dove?" Savva asks as his knot finally subsides enough for me to release him. His auburn hair came loose from its low ponytail a long time ago, spilling over his broad shoulders like a lion's mane.

I can only nod, my voice temporarily gone. My throat feels pleasantly sore, my mind still drifting somewhere outside my body. I ease off Savva's lap, allowing Roman to guide me down until I'm resting fully on the plush fabrics of the nest.

"Water," Liam says, not a question but a gentle command.

Roman reaches for a bottle, passing it to Liam who brings it to my lips. I drink gratefully, the cool liquid soothing my throat. I hadn't realized how parched I was until the first swallow.

"Thank you," I whisper, my voice returning but raspy.

"Always," Liam says, his gray eyes meeting mine with pure adoration as he feeds me a few of Troy's protein bites. They're good, even if he might have used a bit too much sugar.

Roman shifts slightly behind me, and I feel his knot beginning to ease. The shift of it gradually reducing in size sends small tremors through my oversensitive body.

"Do you need a break?" Roman asks, stroking my hair back from my forehead.

Shaking my head, I feel the heat still burning inside me, a relentless fire that's been temporarily banked but not fully extinguished. "No," I manage. "Need more. Need Liam."

The alpha in question goes still beside me, his breathing quickening almost imperceptibly.

Roman kisses my shoulder, then begins the slow, careful process of withdrawing from my body. A whimper escapes me atthe loss of connection, my core suddenly empty and bereft as he pulls free.

"Shh," he soothes. "Liam's got you now."

And then Roman moves aside, making space for Liam to take his place. Unlike the others, Liam hesitates, kneeling between my thighs with a look of such reverence on his face that my heart aches in my chest.

"Are you certain, lass?" he asks, his voice touched with that sexy lilt that grows more pronounced with his emotions. "You've already taken so much."

My hand reaches for him, needing him to understand that this isn't obligation or heat-blindness. "I want you, Liam," I tell him, holding his gaze. "Please."

That final word—the slight plea in my voice—breaks his hesitation. He moves over me, his tattooed, well-muscled body blocking out everything else from my field of vision. Just Liam, his gray eyes dark with hunger as he leans down to kiss me.

His mouth is gentle but demanding, coaxing rather than taking. I open for him willingly, hungrily, my hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as he settles his weight above me.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmurs against my lips. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," I assure him, though his concern touches me deeply.

Already slick and open from Roman's attentions, my body welcomes Liam easily. When he finally pushes inside, I cry out—not from discomfort but from the overwhelming connection. He's different from Roman and Cole, his cock curved upward at just the right angle, filling me in a way that's uniquely his own.

"Fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "So tight, so perfect."

"Move," I urge him, rocking my hips upward. "Please, Liam."

He does, setting a pace that's deliberate but relentless. Each thrust builds on the last, heat and tingling sparks radiating outward from where we're joined. Vaguely aware of Savva and Roman watching us, their gazes warm on my skin as Liam claims me.

My hands explore Liam's impressive frame, following the black and gray patterns and pictures inked on his skin. So many tattoos, each one telling a piece of his story. A kraken, a siren, a red stag, a fallen angel…

"That's it," he encourages as I arch beneath him. "Let go for me, lass."

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