Page 53 of Knot for Sale

I nodded yes.

He nodded back. “You’re running a fever. That seems to be how blocker withdrawal is hitting you. Last question—when you let Onyx’s knot go, did you still need more? Did it feel like you weren’t satisfied yet?”

“Excuseme, old man,” Onyx muttered from somewhere behind me.

Curran shot a narrow-eyed, quelling glare over my shoulder before returning his attention to me.

I licked my dry lips. “Needed more,” I rasped. “Need more... now.”

Curran’s tense shoulders relaxed a bit. “Okay, pet. I think I know how to help you. Your hormone levels are all over the map, but it sounds like the normal dose of oxytocin from being knotted isn’t enough to fully trigger your knotting fugue afterward.”

I stared at him blearily, the words sliding past without sticking.

He seemed to notice this, because he sighed and tried again. “We’re going to make you come more, this time. Alotmore. Who do you want to have next, sweetheart?”

I clambered into a sitting position, disentangling my legs from Elijah’s—vaguely aware that I’d left a damp smear on his light linen trousers and not caring. I reached for Curran, burying my nose in the rich cloud of amber and myrrh. A strong hand rested in the center of my back, supporting me.

“Fair enough, luv,” he murmured into my hair. “Someone get into the stash and grab a vibrator for me, yeah?”

“Ooh, get the Womanizer,” Onyx said from behind me.

“I have no idea what that is,” said a different voice.Gabriel, I thought.

Onyx sighed, the pillows behind me shifting as they rose. “You want something done right...” The scent of spruce and bayberry retreated.

“You’ll be okay, Em,” Elijah said, though his scent and tone were still worried. “This time’ll be better.”

What would be better would be having a cock inside me. I let out a little growl and started fumbling with Curran’s clothes. Why was he still wearing so many? He gently pulled my wrists away and unbuttoned his shirt, shedding it to reveal a wiry upper body marred in several places by old scars. I stared at one in particular just below his left clavicle—a deep pucker surrounded by a starburst of ropy pink lines.

He glanced down, following my gaze. “If you wanted pretty, you picked the wrong alpha, pet,” he said, sounding mildly amused.

“Christ, is that agunshot?” Elijah asked, sounding decidedlyunamused.

Curran grunted, shoving his trousers and underwear down. “’Fraid so. For what it’s worth, you should see the other bloke.” He took my hand and tugged me up with him, supporting me when I swayed. “C’mon, luv. Let’s see how much of a mess we can make of this pathetic excuse for a couch, eh?”

I relaxed into his hold as he sat down, closing my eyes against the mild dizziness as he turned me around and settled me on his lap with my back to his scarred chest. Rough hands spread my legs, so they hung over the outsides of his hard-muscled thighs. His thick length nestled between my arse cheeks. I squirmed, trying to get him where I needed him.

“Not quite yet, beautiful,” he said. “In fact, let me get this wrapped up before we get any further.”

I whined as he nudged me forward and leaned to the side, reaching for something. Plastic crackled, and I felt him shift beneath me. Then his broad hands closed around my hips and dragged me back where I’d been before.

“Now, let’s get you warmed up. Elijah, you doing okay over there?”

I tried to focus on Elijah, who was sitting as far away as it was possible to get, his legs and arms crossed tightly.

“Great. Never better,” he said. “Just focus on her, okay?”

The chest behind me lifted and lowered on a silent sigh. “You got it, lad. Speak up if you need anything.”

“Sure,” Elijah said.

I frowned, not liking the way his voice sounded or the sourness still hidden beneath his scent. But I couldn’t seem to stay focused on anything except the cock rubbing between my cheeks. Or the rough fingers sliding up my ribcage to cup my breasts and—ahh!—tweak my aching nipples.

I let out a high-pitched yelp and thrust my chest out, seeking more. The first pulse of slick dribbled out of me, and Curran let out a soft huff of amusement.

“Don’t think the couch stands a chance, to be honest,” he murmured.

One hand slid down my stomach while the other continued to torment my nipples. I let my head fall back, panting—already exhausted, but so desperate to come that it didn’t matter if my muscles felt like jelly.

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