Page 125 of Down Knot Out
One more bond to complete our circle.
The sound of the bedroom door opening draws my attention from Dominic’s heartbeat beneath my cheek.
I lift my head, still hazy with pleasure, to findHolden frozen in the doorway. His arms cradle a basket of sandwiches, but his focus fixes on me, naked and flushed, marked with three bites, still joined to Dominic.
The scent of Heat and sex hangs thick in the air, and Holden’s nostrils flare as he takes it in, pupils expanding to nearly black out his hazel irises.
A sound escapes him, caught between a growl and a whimper. The basket in his arms trembles, his grip slackening.
I lick my lips as the vanilla cake sweetness of him reaches me. “Holden.”
He steps into the room, movements jerky as if fighting his own instincts. The door clicks shut behind him, and he sets his supplies on the floor with a careful precision that belies the tremor in his hands.
“You need to eat,” he rasps, throat thick with the desire he holds back to ensure my needs are met first.
Dominic’s knot has begun to recede, and he shifts, nuzzling his Mark before he looks at his bondmate. “Perfect timing. Our Omega needs her fourth Alpha.”
My skin prickles with anticipation as Holden pulls his shirt over his head, revealing muscular shoulders and arms and his soft stomach.
Drool floods my mouth as he continues to undress, folding each garment before setting it aside, even as his cock stands hard and ready between his thighs.
Dominic eases free from my body with a groan, his hands steadying my hips as I whimper at the loss. The emptiness feels wrong after being so full, and my Heat surges in response, sending a fresh wave of slick down my thighs.
“She’ll need to hydrate.” Dominic passes me into Holden’s waiting arms. “Her temperature’s running high.”
Holden catches me, his touch reverent as he cradles me to his chest. “I’ve got her.”
I nuzzle his chest. “Mmm, Alpha.”
He takes the water bottle Blake offers, uncapping it with a practiced flick of his thumb. “Drink for me, sugar.”
I obey, letting him hold the bottle to my lips, cool water soothing my parched throat.
When I’ve drunk my fill, Holden sets the bottle aside and kisses me, his mouth tasting of vanilla and sugar. The kiss is soft at first, exploring rather than demanding, but it deepens as my pheromones wrap around him.
“You smell like pack,” he murmurs against my lips.
His hands map my body with gentle thoroughness, finding places the others missed. The soft skin behind my ear. The dip at the small of my back. The ticklish spot along my ribs. Each touch leaves trails of goose bumps despite the fever of my Heat.
I reach for his cock. “I need you.”
He catches my wrist, brings my palm to his mouth, and kisses the center. “Not yet. Let me take care of you first.”
Before I can protest, he lays me back in the nest and settles between my thighs. His breath ghosts over my swollen flesh, and I shiver with anticipation. When his mouth closes over me, uncaring of the mingled fluids left by his bondmates, my hips buck off the blanket-covered floor.
His tongue circles my clit, gentle at first, then firmer as he gauges my reactions. The pleasure builds differently than with the others, not a crashing wave but a slow tide rising toward shore. His hands grip my thighs, thumbs pressing into the creases where leg meets hip, holding me open to his exploration.
“You taste like pack, too,” he groans into my swollen folds.
Moaning, I thread my fingers through hisgolden curls, tugging him closer as my hips roll against his mouth.
He responds by sucking my clit between his lips, the pressure sending sparks skittering along my nerve endings. One finger slides inside me, then two, curling to find the spot that blurs my vision. The paired sensations of his mouth and hands push me toward another climax, this one building slower but no less powerful.
When it breaks, I cry his name, arching off the floor. Holden doesn’t stop, working me through every aftershock until I melt into the nest.
He rises over me, lips shiny with my slick, eyes bright with hunger. “Now I want your mouth.”
The command surprises me, so different from his usual gentle demeanor, but my body responds, throat relaxing as he guides his cock between my lips. The taste of salt and musk floods my senses as he feeds me inch by inch.
