Page 115 of Knot Your Karma
“Please,” I whisper, and the word comes out broken with want.
“Please what?” Declan asks, and the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like prey in the best possible way. “Tell us what you need, omega. Tell us how you want us to celebrate.”
“All of you,” I manage. “I want all of you. Together. Like we’re meant to be.”
They all touch me at the same time, and I think my soul leaves my body for a hot second.
Adrian’s hands trace every inch of exposed skin like he’s memorizing me for later recreation, which would be sweet if I weren’t too busy trying not to lose my mind. Reed’s found that spot just below my breasts that apparently has a direct line to my clit, because that’s a thing I’m learning about my body today. And Declan’s gripping my hips with the kind of possessive strength that makes my omega brain go completely offline.
“Together,” Declan confirms, his voice rough with promise. “Always together. Forever.”
And then Adrian’s moving over me, and holy shit, my omega biology just kicked into overdrive. I’m already slick and ready, which would be embarrassing if it weren’t so convenient. His gray eyes hold mine with that same intensity he brings to everything precious.
“I love you,” he whispers as he starts to push inside me, sliding through all the slick that’s basically pouring out of me at this point. The stretch makes me gasp and arch.
“I love you too,” I manage when he’s fully seated inside me, hands fisting in his dark hair. “All of you. Always. But if you don’t move right now I might actually die.”
He laughs, low and rough, and starts moving. Adrian moves like he’s memorizing this moment, which should probably be romantic except I’m too busy trying not to lose my mind to appreciate the sentiment properly. Reed’s hands find my breasts, and the combination of all three of them touching me at once makes me feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.
“So tight,” Adrian groans against my ear. “So perfect. Made for us.”
When my first orgasm hits, it’s like getting struck by lightning. My back arches clean off the bed and I scream while my body decides to have opinions about volume control that definitely violate several noise ordinances.
Reed mutters something that might be a prayer.
Declan makes a sound like a dying man.
Adrian follows me over with a groan that sounds reverent, and I can feel him getting thicker inside me as his knot begins to swell. The stretch makes me gasp and clench around him, and when it locks us together, I make a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a sob.
“Easy,” he murmurs, stroking my hair while his knot keeps us joined. “Just breathe through it.”
The fullness is overwhelming in the best possible way, and I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to speak English.
“My turn,” Reed says with that smile that now looks distinctly predatory, settling beside us. “Take your time. I’ll be here when his knot goes down.”
We stay locked together for what feels like forever, Adrian’s hands gentle on my skin while Reed traces lazy patterns on my thigh that keep me simmering. When the knot finally deflates enough for Adrian to pull out, I whimper at the loss.
“You’re dripping,” Reed observes with satisfaction, and I should probably be embarrassed but instead I just arch toward his touch when his fingers trace through the mess.
What Reed lacks in alpha dominance, he more than makes up for in pure skill, which I’m discovering is a very good thing for my continued sanity.
His mouth finds my clit, tongue doing things that make me sob and thrash while his fingers work inside me, finding spots that Adrian missed and making me see actual stars.
“Reed,” I gasp, hands fisting in his hair as he adds a third finger. “I can’t—it’s too much?—”
“You can,” he says against me, and the vibration makes me arch off the bed. “You’re going to come on my tongue first, then on my cock. Think you can handle that?”
The dirty talk from Reed makes me clench around his fingers so hard he chuckles, which is cheating because the vibration does things that should probably be illegal.
When he finally makes me come with his mouth, I think I actually see the face of God, or at least the ceiling of my bedroom, which becomes very interesting when you’re having the kind of orgasm that makes you question the structural integrity of your own skeleton. But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me time to recover before he’s sliding up my body and pushing inside me in one smooth thrust.
“God, you feel incredible,” he breathes, setting a pacethat’s faster than Adrian’s, more urgent. “So wet, so ready for us.”
The different angle hits spots Adrian couldn’t reach, and I’m already building toward another orgasm when Declan’s hands find my breasts, pinching and rolling until I’m sobbing with overstimulation.
“That’s it,” Declan says in my ear. “Let go for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
Reed’s orgasm triggers mine, and this one is somehow even more intense, leaving me shaking and gasping while he collapses beside me with a grin that suggests he’s very pleased with himself.
