Page 41 of Knot Shattered
Holy fuck.
HOLY. FUCK.
My mates are so fucking sexy. I listen to Haze begging me to let him touch me more as I come down. I turn to see his pupils dilated, his face pleading. It's a heady feeling.
“This is mine.”
Salem, his body, his hunger, the thick weight of him in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, he was mine. The way he groaned when I touched him told me everything I needed to know. I owned this moment, and he was more than willing to give himself over to it.
“You’re going to fuck me now, Salem,” I said, my voice husky with arousal, my thumb gliding slowly across the head of his cock just to watch him twitch in my grip.
I rolled him until I straddled his hips. I give him a slightly feral grin as I guide him with one steady hand. My whole body thrummed with need, and when I lowered myself, pushing him inside me, slow, steady, thick and unrelenting, it was everything.
I moaned, my head tipping back for a moment, the stretch of him making my breath catch. But I wanted to watch him fall apart. I forced my gaze back to his, kept my eyes open so he’d see exactly what he was doing to me.
“Gods, you feel good,” I breathed.
I began to move, hips rolling with practiced control. Deep. Unhurried. He pushed up into me like he had all the time in the world to make me come undone. My body clung to him, greedy, hungry, already tightening in response.
I pulled him closer, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and kissed him like I wanted to devour him, biting, gasping, licking into his mouth until we were both dizzy.
Beside us, Haze was still there. Sweet, obedient Haze. He looked utterly wrecked. His flushed face, glazed eyes, and mouth were just slightly open, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to be here.
“Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse and desperate. “Let me…please, my sun..”
I turned to him with a slow smile, half-possessive, half-merciful.
“You want to fuck me too, don’t you?” I asked, voice like silk laced with steel. I could feel Salem moving inside me, hard and steady, but my mind had room for both of them.
Haze nodded frantically, eyes wide. “Yes. Gods, yes. Please.”
“Then take my ass,” I said. “But don’t you dare come in me until I say. Understand?”
“Yes, my sun,” he gasped. His voice was thick with devotion. I watched his shoulders sag in relief, like the permission itself had already brought him halfway to climax. He ripped his clothes off in a flurry of movements while I lay across Salem's chest as he thrust lazily up into me.
Hazr moved behind me, careful and shaking slightly. His warmth across my back as he gently kisses my neck. Salempulled out, lifting me just enough that Haze could coat himself in my slick before Salem slipped back inside me, making me moan. I reached back and took his hand, guiding his fingers between my legs, letting him feel how wet I was. He uses his fingers to push my slick up, circling the ring of muscle there. He presses three fingers inside of me right off. The feeling is exquisite. Sometimes being an omega and not needing prep time is awesome.
He removes his fingers replacing it with the head of his cock. He pushes inside, setting me off. Salem growls as I clench down on him. Both of their knots were already swelling. My breath hitched, but I didn’t lose rhythm. I rolled my hips, demanding they follow my pace. I was the one in control. Always.
The sensation of being filled from both sides, Salem deep in my pussy, Haze thrusting in and out of my ass was dizzying. My body stretched and trembled around them, and I couldn’t hold back the raw, low moans that spilled from my throat.
Skin slapped against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The scent of sex clung to the air like smoke.
I reached back and cupped Haze’s flushed face as he fucked into me. “Just like that,” I purred. “Such a good boy, taking direction so well.”
His hands fisted in the sheets, and his breath stuttered. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please, I need to—”
“Don’t come yet,” I snapped, sharp as a whip. “You hold it, Haze. Be good for me.”
“Yes…yes, my sun. I’ll be good. I promise.”
I clenched around both of them, gasping as my orgasm began to crest. Salem’s rhythm faltered just slightly, his bodypressed tight against mine, his hand on my hip gripping hard enough to bruise. I could feel how close he was, too.
My nails dug into their skin, one on each side, as the coil inside me snapped.
“Now,” I choked out, voice cracking under the weight of it. “Now, come with me—”
And then I shattered.
