Page 163 of Fated or Knot

“I didn’t knot you, and…” he mumbled the rest.

Kauz’s sharp ears picked up what I didn’t. “The full rage form?” He turned an alarmed look my way.

“Ach, aye. My dad said if I vent throughout, I won’t burn her.”

I put together what I’d missed from there. Stars, the heat wasn’t so much a problem as the size of him. Even partially shifted last time, his cock had been massive and his knot even more so. “Um, you’re not going to fit,” I ventured.

“I said that too, li’l bird, but if I accept the rage form as we get started, the growth should be steady enough that you adapt,” he explained.

I glanced at Kauz, who was still looking at me, though his expression was thoughtful now. “We did discuss sharing last night,” he said. Specifically, what kinds of fun things he as the pack beta could do while I was stuck on a knot. I rubbed my thighs together at the reminder.

“We did,” I agreed.

“Sharing what?” Tormund asked.

Kauz tipped his head. “He needs it. Why don’t we show him?”

I nodded in agreement and stood, crossing the room to ease into the space where my gentle giant had his legs spread. “Sharingme.” The temperature in the room spiked as I undid the buttons securing my shirt around my wings and slowly slid it up and off my body. Tormund’s eyes lit with tiny flames as they ran over my bare skin.

46

LARK

Kauz stood and came up behind me, cupping my breasts through my underclothes. He nipped my jaw and whispered, “But I will still have you first.”

Tormund made a gutturalach.

The winged fae hummed back playfully as he helped me work my breast band free. His fingertips left a lingering tingle on my skin from a bit of magic as he caught the sensitive orbs and tweaked my nipples just right. I moaned, arching for more.

“It’s a great idea. He’ll get my pussy stretched and ready for your, um, full rage form,” I said a little breathlessly.

“And if Lark goes into heat from this, you’re here to help her. Especially if you go into rut,” Kauz added.

“Rut?” Tormund’s form had swelled with muscle, his voice deepening with power and fire. “Why would I go into rut?”

I blinked in confusion, since I thought rut was contagious. “Did Marius shield his side of the pack bond from you on the train?” Kauz asked.

“Aye. I thought he was hiding something!”

“Maybe you won’t go into rut, then,” I murmured. And hopefully my heat wouldn’t come, even if I took my redcap mate in his literal hottest form.

Kauz slowly circled his hands down my belly, spreading tingles and leaving shivers in his wake. His starry gaze flashed between his brother and me. “How many times have you two lain together?” he asked.

“Just the one time,” Tormund muttered.

“Ah, it shows. Don’t just sit there…touch her.”

In answer, he lifted his hands, brandishing lengthening claws that could pass for knives. I swallowed nervously at the sight of them, and the thicket of fangs starting to poke from behind his lips.

Kauz shook his head and undid the button on my pants, helping me shimmy out of them. “How do you expect her to take you in any form if you don’t try to use what you have?” he reasoned.

“Easy for you to say,” Tormund grumbled.

It was possible he was thinking about this too hard. I hooked my thumb into my panties and eased them down, letting the smell of my slick hit the air between us. His nostrils flared as chocolate and honey crackers mingled perfectly with the smoky caramelized mallows that made up his scent.

Kauz tapped my shoulder. “Before we test him more, do you still want to try the mesh?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I said, though my cheeks stained. For as often as I’d been with my mates lately, there was one part of me that remained untouched save for the occasional brush and tease. He intended to change that today.

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