Page 115 of Knot Your Sunshine
She's nested deep in the cushions we arranged in the living room, looking perfectly content after demolishing the lunch we packed. The ahi poke's gone, the mango's just sweet juice on her lips, and she's tearing into the last piece of bread like it's the best thing she's ever tasted.
Then she shifts, and I catch it. That tiny furrow between her brows, the way her thighs press together. The soft, satisfied hum from moments ago morphs into something else. A small gasp escapes her lips, her hand pressing low on her belly.
Josh notices too. His eyes meet mine over her head. Noa's already moving, gathering the empty plates with deliberate calm, but I see the tension in his shoulders, the way his nostrils flare.
Her heat's ramping up. The gentle simmer from this morning is morphing into a rolling boil.
I reach for the bowl I stashed behind the cushions earlier, my best grin already in place. I let the strawberries catch the filteredsunlight streaming through the dome. They're perfect, deep red, glistening. "So we thought of a little game to accompany your dessert while helping with... the other thing." I try to keep my tone light even though my alpha is already prowling, wanting to tackle her heat head-on.
Mia's eyes darken to deep violet, and an actual purr rumbles from her chest. The sound goes straight through me, making my cock twitch in my board shorts.
Josh appears with the silk scarf, deep blue like the ocean surrounding us. His hands are steady, but I catch the slight tremor in his voice when he says, "For your eyes."
Noa's voice comes out low, the kind of rumble that, if let out in the water, would probably make the fish take notice. "Let's go for a little… sensory deprivation."
Mia laughs, breathless and beautiful as she manages to form a coherent sentence. "You want to blindfold me with this view?" She gestures at the glass walls where a ray is gliding past like something from a dream.
"Trust us, Sunshine." Noa moves closer, his voice worthy of a premium sex line. "You'll focus on taste and touch for now. The view will come… later."
The promise in his voice makes her shiver, and when she nods, giving us her complete trust, my heart nearly explodes. This omega, this perfect woman, trusting us with her heat, with her pleasure, with everything.
Josh's fingers are gentle as he ties the silk scarf over her eyes. I watch her chest rise and fall faster as the world vanishes for her, replaced by soft darkness. Her lips part slightly, and I can see the moment her other senses amplify: the way she tilts her head at the muted sounds of water outside the dome, how her fingers clutch at the blanket beneath her.
"Can you hear the ocean?" I murmur, picking up the first strawberry.
"Yes," she breathes. "And... and your heartbeats. All three of you."
I brush the strawberry against her lips, watching them part instinctively. "Open for me, Sunshine."
She does, and when she bites down, the moan she makes goes straight to my cock. The berry's perfectly ripe, juice running down her chin, and Josh can't help himself, he leans in and licks it away while Noa's hand traces a line from her shoulder down her arm.
"Who was that?" she gasps.
"Does it matter?" I ask, already bringing another strawberry to her lips.
She takes it eagerly this time, and while she's distracted by the explosion of sweetness, I trail my fingers along her inner thigh. Not quite where she needs, just enough to make her squirm. Josh mirrors me on the other side while Noa's hands find her breasts under her shirt.
"Please," she whimpers around the fruit.
"Please what?" Noa's voice is dark honey.
"I don't... I need..."
I feed her the another strawberry slowly, watching her tongue chase the juice. "Dessert isn't over, Sunshine."
That's our cue. We move like we've choreographed this, though it's just instinct, pack coordination, whatever you want to call it. Josh gently pulls her shirt up while I hook my fingers in her shorts. Noa keeps her grounded with kisses to her neck, her jaw, everywhere but her mouth.
"I don't know who's who," she gasps as anonymous hands explore her body. "I can't tell—oh god—"
My hand slides up her inner thigh properly now, finding her already soaked. At the same time, Josh's thumb circles her nipple, making it peak. Her scent fills the air, sweet and demanding, making all three of us growl.
"So wet already," Noa says, his voice dark with need.
"Please, I need—" She arches as I run a finger through her folds. "I don't even know who—"
"Good," Noa rumbles.
We spread her legs gently as she shakes with anticipation, blind to everything but sensation. I look at Josh and Noa, a silent conversation passing between us. Then I lower my mouth to her clit while Josh slides two fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her scream.
