Page 83 of Knot Your Karma
“That’s perfect,” Reed encourages from his chair, ocean breeze warm with satisfaction. “Show her what that strength looks like to alpha eyes. Make her understand why we can’t stop staring at her.”
Declan’s fingers work each button of my blouse with deliberate slowness, his mouth following the path of revealed skin with kisses that make me shiver. “So beautiful,” he whispers against my collarbone. “Every inch worth celebrating.”
“Look at her skin,” Reed’s voice carries rough appreciation. “Look how she responds to gentle worship instead of demanding claiming. That’s what our omega needed—reverence, not conquest. And yes, I realize I sound like I’m narrating a nature documentary about pack dynamics, but honestly? This is fascinating.”
Adrian moves behind me at some unspoken signal from Reed. His hands span my waist as silk falls away, thumbs tracing circles that make vanilla spike with anticipation.
“Worth building something permanent around,” Adrian breathes against my ear.
“Exactly right,” Reed murmurs, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Both of you, working together to make her feel treasured. That’s exactly what celebration should look like.”
Their scents wrap around me until I’m basically drowning in pack pheromones, which would sound ridiculous if it didn’t feel like the most natural thing in the world, like my biology finally got the memo about what it was actually designed for. My scent responds automatically, sweetening with omega arousal that makes all three inhale sharply.
“God, that scent,” Reed groans from his chair. “Omega arousal mixed with complete safety. You two are doing this brilliantly.”
They guide me to the bed, Reed coordinates them like he’s got a manual for optimal pack dynamics, which is both incredibly hot and slightly unfair because I wasn’t prepared for beta competence to be this attractive.
“Slower,” Reed instructs when Declan’s hands move too quickly. “She’s not going anywhere. Take time to appreciate what you’re touching.”
Their hands slow, each calloused fingertip finding nerves I didn’t know existed.
“There,” Reed’s satisfaction is evident when I arch into Adrian’s touch. “See how she responds when you build the anticipation? Our omega doesn’t need rushed claiming—she needs thorough appreciation.”
Reed apparently has a PhD in reading the room and coordinating pack dynamics, which—okay, I wasn’t expecting that level of strategic thinking from someone who looks like he should be selling artisanal coffee and giving TED talks about finding your inner harmony. But watching him direct Declan and Adrian is like watching a conductor work with musicians who actually know their instruments. Which is probably a terrible metaphor, but my brain is approximately seventy percent satisfied omega right now, so we’re working with limited resources here.
Under Reed’s quietly authoritative suggestions—and okay, there’s something deeply unfair about how hot diplomatic control is when it’s applied to making sure I get maximum pleasure—Declan and Adrian move with the kind of focused purpose that suggests they’ve been waiting for someone to give them a game plan. Like they’re building something methodical and perfect, except instead of a house or a restoration project, they’re building my complete and utter destruction in the best possible way.
“Now show her what alpha mouths are for,” Reed’s voice roughens with arousal. “Show her what worship tastes like.”
When Declan settles between my thighs, blue eyes holding mine, I feel precious beyond measure.
“Look at me while he does this,” Reed’s instruction draws my attention, and when I turn toward his voice, his eyes turn dark. “Want to see your face when you understand how much we treasure you.”
Declan’s mouth finds my clit with skill, tongue tracing patterns that make me cry out and fist my hands in expensive sheets. Reed keeps up this stream of encouragement that would probably sound ridiculous in any other context, but right now it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard and I’m definitely making sounds that would mortify me under normal circumstances.
“That’s it,” I can hear the arousal in Reed’s voice even as he keeps up this running commentary, and knowing that coordinating our pleasure is turning him on makes my toes curl. “Look how gorgeous she is when she lets go. See how her body responds when she feels completely safe?”
“Taste so sweet,” Declan growls against my slick-soaked folds. “Omega getting so wet for her pack.”
“Tell her,” Reed instructs. “Tell her what she tastes like, how it feels to have omega trust you with her pleasure.”
“Like vanilla and slick and complete trust,” Declan speaks between focused licks that make me see stars. “Like an omegawho knows she’s treasured, who’s not afraid to want what she needs.”
When I try to muffle the sounds, Reed’s voice cuts through my embarrassment.
“Let us hear you,” beta authority makes my omega hindbrain perk up with attention. “Those sounds tell us we’re doing this right. Let us know we’re making you feel cherished.”
The combination of Declan’s focused attention and Reed’s coordinating voice while Adrian’s hands map my skin makes thinking impossible. When the first orgasm hits, I arch off the bed, scent spiking so sharp all three growl in response.
“Gorgeous,” Reed breathes, satisfaction rich in his voice. “Absolutely stunning. Now, Declan—show her what comes next.”
Declan’s fingers find my entrance, slick-slippery and hypersensitive. “Want to feel you come apart on my cock,” he says, but his eyes flick to Reed for confirmation. “Want to knot you properly, show you what celebrating feels like.”
“Yes,” Reed confirms, voice thick. “Show our omega what alpha claiming looks like when it’s built on worship instead of possession.”
The wordknotmakes something primal clench in my belly. “Yes,” I breathe, reaching for Declan with desperate hands. “Want your knot, want to be locked to you?—”
“Watch this part carefully,” Reed instructs Adrian, though his voice carries to all of us. “Watch how her body opens for alpha cock when she feels completely safe. This is what trust looks like.”
