Page 118 of Knot Your Baby

Thorne, Zane, and Miller rush off their tops, placing them on the nest.

Grandma gives Zane scars a scan over. “I have a recipe that will stop them feeling so tight.”

Normally, Zane would cover himself back up at that. He just nods.

“And your aunt and uncle were conceived here, too. The Deveraux women have strong heats.” She says as she turns back to the bed, throwing cushions at the head.

I should be embarrassed, but there’s something comforting about her practicality. She understands in a way so few others could.

“Thank you,” I whisper as she finishes making the bed into a nest of sorts.

She cups my cheek. Her palm is cool against my burning skin. “Love is not something to hide, ma chéri. It is something to celebrate.” She glances at the alphas, who hover near the door, their bodies tense with restraint. “And you have much to celebrate.”

With a last nod, she leaves, closing the door behind her. I turn to face my alphas—my mates, my partners, my everything.

“I think,” I say, my voice already husky with need, “we’re about to add to our pack. I just need a little time before I call you.”

Epilogue Two - Freya, cont'd...

I’m ready.I call through the bonds.

The door flings open, like they’ve been camping outside the cottage for the two hours it’s taken for my heat to take a real hold and for my body to be desperate for them.

I’m always desperate for them, but this is a different kind of desperate. This is primal.

My three alphas stand at the end of my nest, looking at the many blankets and cushions thrown into the corner. Some were too scratchy, some had a strange musty smell, and some, like the velvet blue throw I have wrapped around my shoulders, were perfect. Just the right amount of softness.

I throw the blanket off my body and drop onto my hands and knees, and crawl to the edge of the nest and pat the top, inviting them to join me.

I’m purring lightly as Zane pushes his boxer shorts down his thick thighs and when they land at his ankles, he kicks them to the corner of the room.

My eyes roam from his feet upward, over the scars he no longer hides, to his wide chest and broad shoulders, and then I meet his eyes and whine. “I want a baby.”

He smiles. “Mine.” He mouths. I nod.

Miller leans forward, his nose sliding over his claiming mark on my shoulder, and he purrs as he presses one knee on the mattress.

My pussy gushes with more slickness. It’s necessary. I need to be super wet for my alphas massive cocks.

Thorne lifts my chin with this brawny hand, making me look into his eyes. “Do you want everything, my love?”

“Everything...and more.”

“No holding back,” he presses.

“No.”

Miller hums as he crawls past me, his large hands skimming over my back and to my ass, where he slaps where Thorne claimed me.

“Please.” My omega instincts are rising as Miller grips my hips with his hands, massaging my skin as he yanks me backward and his cock slides through my folds.

I close my eyes and slide over it, while Miller gives me an approving purr.

Thorne crawls on the nest. His thick cock is heavy as it swings between his legs. Another whine leaves my throat as I reach out to touch it.

Zane leans forward and takes my lips and gives me a red-hot kiss.

As his tongue tangles with mine, Thorne cups my breasts, and Miller presses the tip of his erection against my entrance.

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