Page 104 of Knot for Sale

When I regained awareness the next time, Onyx was patiently eating me out. And,oh, fuck, were they good at that. I was on my back, and Elijah was mouthing at my breast in between frantic panting.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, surrounded on all sides by pleasure. Elijah was with me now, too, although his presence felt a bit further removed than Gabriel and Curran’s. It took me a moment to work out that Gabriel was now bonded to both of us. If I strained outward, I could barely make out the sense of a warm, summer night—Onyx, twice removed from me through their bond with Elijah.

Curran was fucking Elijah from behind with tortuously slow strokes, and Elijah’s sobbing breaths told me he’d already come more than once.

“There she is,” Onyx said, lifting their shining mouth from my wetness. “Oh, this is going to besogood, Absinthe.”

Capable hands helped me roll over and get my knees beneath me. I blinked as I realized that Gabriel was slumped on the couch directly in front of me, looking exhausted except for his very hard cock.

I made a hungry noise, and Onyx chuckled. “Thought you might appreciate that.”

“You’re all utterly depraved,” Gabriel said, the words cut off with a gasp when I crawled up far enough to get my mouth on his dick.

I hummed around it, my eyelids fluttering closed as Onyx nudged up behind me and slid in—that deliciously curved alpha clit hitting me just exactly right. I let them rock me onto Gabriel’s cock, choking on the thick length with every slow thrust. His thighs trembled beneath my hands as he fought the urge to thrust.

Elijah cried out hoarsely, the maelstrom of the pack bond resettling. He felt closer than before; his presence more immediate. I couldn’t see him from my spot between Gabriel’s legs, but I could imagine Curran’s teeth buried in his gland.

“God, this is good,” Onyx said. “Are you close, Absinthe? I want to feel you in my head when you come.”

I nearly came just from that, but I managed to nod frantically around my full mouth. Clever fingers teased my clit, and I jerked my head away from Gabriel’s cock rather than risk accidentally biting him in the throes of the mating. Onyx’s lean form draped over me. For the third time, sharp teeth broke the skin over my mating gland, only to be followed by the soothing rasp of a tongue.

It felt like a circuit closing. Five individuals, now seamlessly connected as one. Gabriel’s jizz splattered across my face in thick ropes as I arched and came hard around Onyx. That lovely,perfectly placed knot swelled inside me. With the last shred of my awareness, I managed to tug Gabriel down to lie on the floor, half under me, so I could nestle his growing knot snugly into my cleavage to keep it warm and safe. I rested my head against the dip at the bottom of his ribcage, with Onyx draped over my back like a blanket.

Sleepily, I slid a hand outward, seeking, and was rewarded when Elijah’s fingers tangled clumsily with mine.

“Perfect,” Curran said, his voice a reassuring rumble. “That’s just perfect.”

Days of sex with four other people who could all feel each other’s pleasure was...intense. Not to mention exhausting. Worth it, though.

It was my first heat that didn’t involve coming off blockers, and this was definitely the way to do it. Curran told me afterward that the fact I was off-cycle might have allowed me to hold onto a bit more rationality than I otherwise would have. Not so long ago, the idea of being even more out of control would have been terrifying. Now, the prospect didn’t really bother me.

Elijah and I had three alphas to make sure we stayed safe and sated during heats. Neither of us had to lift a finger, either during our heat or afterward. We spent the next several days recovering in Gabriel’s gorgeous house; lounging by the pool, eating amazing food, and basically being waited on hand and foot.

Curran assured us that we would learn to control the bond over the coming weeks. In the meantime, our mental fumbling around each other was occasionally embarrassing and often hilarious. I was aware that this retreat to Portugal was borrowed time in many ways. Our messy lives awaited us back in London and New York, but for the first time I could remember, I didn’tfeel like someone kneeling under a guillotine, waiting for it to fall at any time.

Beta relationships were only as good as the word of the people involved. By contrast, our pack bond was part of us. Betraying pack was no different from betraying oneself. It was strange not having to worry about what other people were thinking or planning. Even with shielding, there was no hiding from the bond. Whenever there was a problem, there were four other people who loved you available to figure out a solution.

When we finally stood with our luggage by the large circle drive, waiting for the limos to arrive and take us to a private airstrip for our return to London, I wasn’t scared of the future.

I was looking forward to it.

Elijah shot me a look from beneath thick lashes. “Ready to jump back in the fray?” he asked lightly.

I thought of my uncle and cousin awaiting the trial that might finally bring them to justice... of my New York modeling career in tatters... of the rest of my life stretching out before me like a winding road without a map.

My lips twitched into a smile as I glanced at my four mates, all of us gathered in readiness to leave. “D-damn straight I am,” I said.

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