Page 64 of Knot Shattered
Then, still braced above me, he turned his head, slowly, to look at Haze.
“I’d ask if you’re enjoying the view,” he said coolly, voice low and dark, “but I think your cock speaks for itself.”
Haze’s face was wild. Lips parted. Eyes glazed. A fine tremor ran through his entire body.
“Please,” he growled. “Please. I’m dying.”
I laughed breathlessly and turned my head, locking eyes with him.
“Then die, baby,” I said sweetly. “You’re not done watching yet.”
Micha was still kneeling between my thighs, his mouth slick with me, his chest heaving from the restraint it took not to go feral. I could see it in the twitch of his jaw, the way his fingers flexed against my hips like he wanted to flip me over and mark every inch of me until I forgot my own name.
Instead, he kissed the inside of my thigh, slow and lingering, before trailing his mouth back up to my lips. I could taste myself on him when he kissed me, and gods—it only made the hunger worse.
Then I felt another shift behind me.
Salem.
He didn’t speak when he climbed into the nest. He didn’t have to. The air changed and steadied. Cooled around the edges. His scent hit me like a balm to the fire already raging inside me.
He settled beside me, one hand reaching out to cup my face as Micha continued to press slow, possessive kisses down the curve of my throat.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Salem murmured, brushing his thumb over my cheekbone. “All soft and wrecked and perfect.”
I turned my face toward his hand, kissing his palm before reaching up and tugging at his shirt. “Off,” I whispered. “Want to feel you.”
He obeyed without hesitation, pulling the black tee over his head and tossing it aside. He was leaner than the others, but no less powerful, ropes of muscle built from years of silent strength. I slid my hands over his chest, fingers mapping the lines of him, the warmth of his skin grounding me even as my pulse thundered.
Micha’s hands trailed up my thighs again, this time slower, more deliberate. He spread me open. Salem watched eyes heavy-lidded, hungry, but patient.
Chapter Sixteen
Odette
to blissed
to care
“She’s still twitching,” Micha said, his voice low and reverent as he pressed his fingers inside me again, drawing a slow, shuddering breath from my lips. “Still tight. Like she wants more.”
“She’ll get it,” Salem murmured, bending to press a kiss to my shoulder.
Then his mouth was on my neck, soft lips and sharp teeth ghosting over where he wanted to leave his mark. His hand moved to my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it peaked, the sensation sending jolts of need straight to my core. I arched between them, a moan escaping me as Micha’s fingers curled just right inside me again.
“You’re doing so good, Omega,” Salem whispered against my throat. “Taking us so perfectly.”
“You hear that, sunshine?” Micha added, curling his fingers again, teasing me with slow thrusts that made my legs shake. “You’re making us lose our fucking minds.”
I whimpered, caught between the two of them. Salem’s mouth on my throat, his fingers teasing my breasts. Micha’s hand between my thighs, every movement calculated to unravel me further.
And across the room…Haze.
I turned my head just enough to see him. Still seated, still hard, leaking, panting. His fists clenched in his lap, his face red with desperation.
“I can smell you from here,” he growled. “You’re soaking the fucking nest, sunshine. Let me touch you.”
I gave him a wicked smile. “Not yet.”
