Page 65 of Knot Your Karma
Reed’s claiming was different—less about possession and more about pleasure, showing me that intimacy could be joyful instead of just urgent. But as he pulls out and I feel the familiar ache building again, I turn toward Adrian with anticipation rather than desperation.
“Adrian,” I whisper, reaching for him with steadier hands now, heat still burning but more focused. “I want you too. All of you.”
When Adrian settles over me, deeper recognition stirs. Not just want, but coming home to a place I didn’t know existed.
“Beautiful work so far,” Adrian says, moving closer with measured consideration. His thumb traces my cheek with gentleness that contrasts beautifully with the obvious hunger in his expression. “But I want to check the foundation before we add more weight. You’ve taken a lot already. Can you handle one more alpha, or do we adjust the plan?”
The way he looks at me makes me feel examined, catalogued, like he’s memorizing every detail of how I’m responding. But not clinical—protective. Like I’m something precious he has to handle exactly right.
“Want it,” I insist, reaching for him with sure hands. “Want to be claimed by all my alphas, want to be complete. Please, Adrian—I can handle it, I can take everything?—”
When Adrian enters me, it’s different again—not just physically, but emotionally. Where Declan claimed with protective fury and Reed with playful precision, Adrian fills me with something that feels like permanence, like foundations being laid that will never shift.
“Perfect fit,” he groans, sinking into me slowly, his handstrembling slightly with the effort of restraint. “Like you were built for this, for us. Taking everything so beautifully.”
He’s the gentlest of the three, but no less intense. His rhythm is steady, controlled, but each thrust drives me higher, builds something deep and warm in my chest that feels like more than just physical pleasure. With Adrian, it’s not about taking or being taken. It’s about belonging.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, gripping my hips as he moves inside me with devastating precision, storm-gray eyes holding mine with intensity that makes my chest tight. “Take what you crave from me. Take everything.”
“So full,” I gasp, because I am—filled with their seed, their scents, their claiming, their love. “Feel so complete, so right, like all the pieces finally fit together and I understand what my body was actually designed for?—”
“Because they do,” he says, thumb finding my clit with gentle pressure that makes me arch beneath him. “Perfect omega, perfect mate, perfect for us in every way that matters.”
When his knot begins to swell, I’m already climbing toward another peak, my body responding to his with an ease that feels like recognition. When he locks inside me, I come with a broken cry that echoes through the room, pleasure so intense it steals my breath and leaves me shaking.
“There you go,” he soothes, working me through the waves with gentle hands and soothing words. “That’s our girl. Taking everything so beautifully, responding so perfectly.”
Adrian’s claiming feels like foundations—like this is what home was supposed to feel like all along. Not just shelter, but belonging. Not just acceptance, but being essential to something bigger than myself.
I’m floating in this post-knotting haze, locked on Adrian and surrounded by enough pack scent to make a perfume company jealous, which would be a weird business modelbut apparently heat makes me consider unusual entrepreneurial opportunities. My body feels used and satisfied in the best possible way, marked inside and out by their claiming, every cell singing with contentment I’ve never experienced before.
When the heat haze lifts temporarily, I’m clearheaded enough to process what just happened—what we just became.
“How do you feel?” Reed asks, stroking hair back from my sweat-dampened face.
“Right,” I whisper honestly, my voice hoarse from screaming but steady with certainty. “Claimed, complete, like I finally understand what my body was made for. Also probably like I’m going to be walking funny for a week, but in the best possible way.”
I pause, considering the practical implications of what just happened.
“And slightly concerned about what my neighbors think of the noise level, but honestly, if Mrs. Patterson hasn’t figured out I’m omega by now, that’s her own fault for having terrible situational awareness.”
“Made for us,” Declan confirms, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Our omega, our mate, our pack.”
“This is just the beginning,” Adrian adds, his knot still thick inside me, making me feel anchored and safe and completely owned in the best way. “Heat lasts for days, and we’re going to take care of you through all of it. Every craving, every urge, everything your body demands.”
But some practical part of my brain that apparently survives even post-multiple-knotting decides to make an appearance.
“After the heat settles, we should discuss logistics,” I say, surprising myself with how rational I sound while still locked on Adrian’s knot. “Like, do you all move in here? Do I move somewhere else? Do we take turns? Because my Victorianplumbing was not designed for four people, and I’m pretty sure my neighbors are already traumatized by the screaming.”
I take a breath, my mind already racing through practical concerns even as my body hums with satisfaction.
“Also, what about work? The compass situation? Do I just abandon my shop for heat cycles, or?—”
“We’ll figure it out,” Declan promises, but there’s something in his voice that says he’s already been thinking about it. “Pack takes care of pack. Whatever that looks like.”
“Though maybe we invest in better soundproofing first,” Reed adds with a grin that makes me snort-laugh. “For the neighbors’ sake. And possibly to prevent future noise complaints from local law enforcement.”
“Promise?” I ask, because even satisfied, I can feel heat simmering under my skin, building toward the next wave like a tide that’s only temporarily receded. “Even when I get demanding and probably say embarrassing things about how much I want all of you to fill me up and never let me go?”
