Page 149 of Knot So Fast
He breaks the kiss, panting. “You taste like sugar and adrenaline,” he murmurs. “You’re addictive, you know that?”
Before I can answer, Auren does something with her hand that makes my vision go black at the edges. “Fuck—” I groan, and Kieran just grins, leans in, and bites my earlobe hard enough to leave a mark.
Auren pulls off me with a loud, wet pop, eyes narrowed in challenge. “You two want to get a room, or are you content with an audience?”
Kieran’s smirk is positively criminal. “This is the warmup, darling. Just wait.”
She grins back, and I realize they’ve both been waiting for this—maybe longer than I have. The idea that these two beautiful disasters want me, together, all at once, is enough to make my knees buckle for real.
Kieran slides down until he’s crouching next to Auren, both of them staring up at me like I’m something rare and precious. He kisses her, tongue licking into her mouth, and she melts into him so fast I can see the exact moment her body gives up the fight and surrenders.
“Can I—” Kieran starts, but she’s already grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in.
Their kiss is filthy. It’s beautiful. He’s tasting my release on her tongue and loving it, and I’m loving watching them. My hand finds the top of Auren’s head, threading through her hair, and she nuzzles into my palm like a cat desperate for affection. I can’t help but laugh, but it’s a wild, unhinged sound.
I want them both. I want this. I want everything.
The three of us shuffle awkwardly to the bedroom, which shouldn’t be possible considering I’m at full mast and Kieran’s not exactly subtle, either. But Auren’s got an arm around each of us, and we’re giggling like idiots because it’s so absurd, so surreal, that the only thing to do is embrace it.
I fall back on the bed and Auren climbs onto my lap, straddling me with a slow, deliberate grind that nearly makes me see stars. Her hands are everywhere—on my chest, my neck, my jaw—like she wants to memorize the shape of me by touch alone.
Kieran crawls up behind her, hands running down the line of her back, thumbs digging into the muscles at her hips. He looks at me, then at her, and then back at me again.
“Good?” he asks, and it’s not just a check-in—it’s a promise.
“Better than good,” I breathe. “Perfect.”
He lines himself up behind Auren, one hand guiding her down onto my cock while the other fists in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the column of her throat. She moans, arching into the sensation, and I feel her shiver all the way through. It’s like she was made for this—built for pleasure, for touch, for the kind of attention that leaves marks for days.
Kieran starts slow, pushing into her inch by inch, and I can see the strain on his face as he tries not to just lose it immediately. Auren’s so tight around me that it takes everything I have not to blow in the first five seconds, but the sight of Kieran sliding into her from behind, the way her body stretches to take both of us, is so obscene it’s almost holy.
She starts to move, slow at first, then faster, finding that perfect tempo. Kieran’s hands are on her hips, guiding her, while his mouth alternates between biting her shoulders and whispering filthy encouragement in her ear.
“That’s it, love,” he murmurs. “Take us both. You can do it. Such a good girl for us.”
She preens at the praise, rolling her hips in a way that makes me whimper. I reach up and grab her tits, kneading them hard enough to leave red marks. She gasps, then turns and bites my shoulder—hard. It hurts, but it’s perfect, and I want more.
Kieran reaches around to stroke her clit, the two of them working in concert, and the pressure builds so fast I almost can’t handle it. Every thrust from Kieran pushes her down onto me, and every time I pull out, I can see the effect it has on her—slick and wanting and desperate.
The room is full of noise—moaning, swearing, the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the mattress under our combined weight. It’s messy and frantic and totally unlike the careful, clinical sex I used to have with strangers who never meant anything.
This means everything.
I can feel myself getting close, and from the way Kieran’s breathing, he’s right there with me. Auren’s already gone, coming hard and loud, her pussy squeezing both of us so tight I nearly see stars.
Kieran lets out a raw, broken sound and starts to knot. It’s not as intense as an Alpha, but it’s enough, and I feel it as a pulse, a throb, a shared heartbeat between the three of us.
I let go, spilling into her, and Kieran follows a second later. The sensation is so overwhelming I black out for a second, coming back to reality with Auren collapsed on top of me and Kieran draped over both of us like a weighted blanket.
For a while, there’s only breathing. Hearts racing, sweat cooling, the three of us a tangle of limbs and satisfaction.
Auren’s the first to speak, her voice muffled against my chest.
“I’m never moving again,” she declares, and I believe her.
Kieran laughs, rolling off just enough to reach for the bedside water bottle and take a swig before passing it to me.
“We may need to move at some point, if only for snacks.”
