Page 99 of Hot Knot Summer
And she nods, smiling. “Thank you.”
She lets go, breath hitching as her thighs partwider for me. Her body trembles, flushed and slick with heat, her scent so potent now, it’s like breathing her in is enough to make me lose control. But I hold the line—for now.
I hold her steady, drawing slow, deliberate strokes through her folds. She’s soaked and swollen, and the taste of her on my tongue is pure fucking heaven—sweet and sharp and everything I’ve ever craved.
She moans into River’s mouth, helpless against the way we’re touching her, claiming her, unraveling her.
Her legs tense around my shoulders, her hips rolling now with desperation. She’s close. I can feel it in the way she clenches, the way her breath stutters, the helpless little whimpers she makes when I suck her clit between my lips and flick it with my tongue. I slide two fingers into her, thrusting fast.
“Fuck… please… don’t stop,” she begs, breaking the kiss with River, her eyes glazed and wide, locked on mine.
“Not stopping,” I promise, voice rough with need. “Come for us, Emma. Let go.”
Her body bows, spine arched, thighs shaking around me as the orgasm tears through her. She sobs out a sound, and her hands grasp blindly at the sheets, at skin, at anything she can anchor herself to as the wave crashes over her.
It’s not just pleasure. It’s release. Relief. As if her body’s been screaming for this, and finally, finally, we’ve answered.
She falls back against the bed, chestheaving, lips parted, every inch of her trembling. And still, she’s glowing. Ours.
And we’re only just getting started.
My cock throbs almost painfully, demanding I fuck her. A glance at River and Levi shows they’re similarly affected, their cocks hard.
Emma’s heat isn’t even close to satisfied.
Even as the last orgasm trembles through her body, I can see it—feel it. That pulse of arousal building again in her scent, the way her thighs press together, her hips rocking, the way she reaches for us with shaking hands, as if she’s starving and we’re the only thing that can sate her.
“Inside,” she gasps. “Fuck me hard.”
Her voice is raw. Wrecked. Pleading.
The moment had started slow. Controlled. We’d tried to be gentle, careful, for her sake. But that restraint is hanging by threads now, snapping one by one under the weight of her heat and the way she smells—sweet and slick and meant for us.
Levi growls low, dragging a hand down his face like he’s trying to center himself and failing. “Fuck. I need a taste,” he snarls, already moving.
We don’t argue.
He switches places with me, settling between her thighs like he was born to belong there, his broad shoulders pushing her knees wide. The second his mouth touches her, Emma jerks violently, a whimper breaking from her lips.
I stretch out beside her, catching her mouth in akiss that’s all teeth and heat, grounding her even as she shakes.
“You’re so fucking good for us, baby,” I whisper between kisses. “So sweet. So wet. Let us ruin you.”
On her other side, River strokes a hand down her belly, his cock hard and flushed, the head leaking against her skin.
“Look at her,” he murmurs, dragging his length slowly across her chest, smearing precum over her breasts. “Our perfect little Omega. You like how that feels, sugar cube?” His voice turns molten. “Wanna feel it everywhere?”
Emma nods desperately, completely lost in the sensations. Levi’s tongue works her open below, I’m on her neck, sucking and licking, and River’s rubbing himself over her as if he owns her. She’s trembling, moaning, panting our names like prayers, grasping for his cock.
But it’s more than just names now.
“That’s it, good girl,” Levi rasps against her pussy, his voice thick with hunger. “Taste so fucking good.”
Emma sobs, her hands flying out to grasp at anything—my arm, River’s cock, the twisted sheets beneath her. She’s shaking, barely able to stay grounded.
“She’s close,” I warn, my voice tight, my teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Fuck, Levi, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t.
