Page 103 of Knot for Sale

FORTY-EIGHT

Emma

I WOKE TO A dry mouth, the hum of a second person’s emotions inside my head, and Elijah moaning softly as he rutted his fresh erection against my hip.

Someone had tucked us in together, among the pillows and fuzzy blankets. I carefully stretched my neck, feeling out the pain from Gabriel’s bite. It wasn’t nearly as sharp as I would have expected.Alpha saliva for the win.

Honestly, the ache between my legs was more distracting. My abdomen felt like a black hole, yearning desperately for something to fill it.

A large form stirred on my other side, the scent of amber and myrrh enveloping me. Rough fingers cupped my pussy, pressing between my lips and sliding inside, stretching me open and taking away some of the terrible emptiness.

Elijah mouthed mindlessly at my shoulder, still grinding his arousal against me. Some of the lust churning in my brain wasn’t strictly mine, I realized, and I blinked open gritty eyes to find Gabriel propped up on an elbow behind Elijah. He’d managed to lose his clothing properly while I’d been out of it. The defined muscles of his forearm flexed as he worked away between Elijah’s legs.

“Don’t t-tease,” Elijah whined, and I took a dizzy moment to hope my stammering wasn’t catching.

Curran chuckled, twisting his fingers and sending stars shooting across my vision. “You heard the lad,” he said. “What about you, Emma? You ready for another knot?”

“Yes, please,” I breathed, as Gabriel manhandled Elijah away and onto his hands and knees.

“Good girl,” Curran said, his voice sending shivers through me. “C’mon. Up you get.”

I wanted to curse with frustration as his fingers slid out of me. But Curran was naked, too—his cock hard and ready, flushed red at the tip. I let him pull me up after him as he settled himself on the couch. He arranged me on his lap, facing away, his dick nestled between the cheeks of my arse. I could feel it twitching—as desperate to get inside me as I was to have it there.

But Curran had other plans. He reached to the side and came back with something in his hand. His other arm circled around me, his hand closing loosely over my throat as he settled me back against his chest and held me there. My passage clenched, soaking Curran’s thighs with slick.

He flicked on the vibrator he held, which buzzed loudly into life. On the floor in front of us, Gabriel positioned Elijah the way he wanted him and thrust in. Onyx gasped in tandem with Elijah’s sharp cry of pleasure. I’d lost track of our third alpha, but they were sprawled at the other end of the couch, watching Gabriel fuck their mate with hooded eyes, and teasing their clit with slow strokes.

Then the vibrator pressed against my folds, and everything slid away except the sudden, overwhelming stimulation and Gabriel’s presence in my mind. His pleasure in ramming into Elijah’s body swirled together with my runaway stampede toward orgasm, climbing and circling in a never-ending feedback loop of lust.

I’d never felt anything remotely like it, and I lasted maybe fifteen seconds before my body convulsed, jerking in Curran’s hold.

“Just getting started, Absinthe,” Curran murmured against my ear, his hand tightening on my throat to restrain me.

I let out a startled sob of ecstasy, unprepared for the heights my body could reach when I was feeling someone else’s pleasure layered on top of mine. Gabriel snarled and redoubled his pounding, while Elijah’s mouth opened wide around a sound too big to escape. Onyx panted, yanking their hand away from between their legs, presumably to keep from coming on the spot.

Curran continued to torture Gabriel and me with the vibrator until I was begging, and he was howling. I felt an echo of Elijah’s passage clamping around Gabriel’s cock. The feeling as he let loose, shooting his load into Elijah, sent me crashing into another orgasm.

When the rush of blood in my brain receded enough for me to think, I realized Curran had set the buzzing toy aside so he could lift my hips and guide me onto his cock. It slid into me without resistance as he lowered me down, filling me perfectly. Before I could do more than whimper, the toy was back, and so was the no-nonsense grip around my throat.

“Fuck,” I rasped, and felt Gabriel shudder through the bond.

I couldn’t move properly, only squirm in place. Apparently, that was what Curran wanted, because he made no move to thrust into me either. I bared my teeth, determined to make him suffer as much as he was making me suffer. If I couldn’t ride him, I’d squeeze him. I clamped down my internal muscles with as much force as I could manage, wriggling my hips in time as I massaged his thick cock.

Curran let out a low groan. “That’s my girl,” he said, rewarding me with a slow roll of his hips.

It was only because numbness was starting to set in beneath the vibrator’s hum that I was able to keep going as long as I did. I felt balanced on the knife edge of orgasm, trapped there in an endless moment of time.

“Ah, you beauty,” Curran growled, shifting his grip from my throat to my hair. He tangled his fingers in the short strands and used it to jerk my head back and to the side. Then his teeth pierced my mating gland, placing a second bite mark messily over the first.

I heard Elijah cry out... felt Gabriel’s triumphant exuberance as blood filled his mouth... but I was coming, coming, coming, and now a second fierce protector was settling into my consciousness as though he’d always been there.

It was too much. Curran’s knot swelled inside me even as his presence did, and I let myself fall into the waiting arms of darkness once more.

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