Page 65 of Knot Shattered
He let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a whine, throwing his head back against the chair.
“I’m gonna die. You’re gonna kill me.”
I purred at him, grinding down on Micha’s hand as Salem bent to kiss me again. “Then you’ll die happy, baby.”
Micha growled under his breath. “She’s getting close again.”
And I was—the pressure built inside me like a thunderhead ready to burst.
With Salem holding me, whispering praises into my ear, and Micha driving me higher and higher with those perfect, relentless fingers, I had no hope of holding back.
I shattered between them, loud, raw, unstoppable.
I was still trembling from the second orgasm when Micha shifted me above him with his hands bracketing my hips. He looked down at me like I was both his salvation and his undoing, like he’d been waiting a lifetime for this.
“Odette,” he said, his voice rough and barely restrained, “you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you inside me.”
He growled low, then kissed me hard, biting at my lip, stealing the breath from my lungs.
Salem moved behind me as Micha positioned himself at my entrance. I felt his fingers trail down my spine, steady and warm, anchoring me even as my body burned.
“I want you too,” I said softly, looking back at Salem. “I want both of you.”
His hand spread across my lower back, the weight of it reassuring even as his other hand reached between my cheeks, slicking me with careful fingers. I gasped as he worked me open slowly.
Micha pushed in first, the thick head of his cock breaching me inch by inch. I cried out, the stretch searing and perfect.
“Gods,” he hissed, voice shaking. “You’re so fucking tight. So warm. Feels like heaven.”
His body shuddered as he hits the top of his knot, buried deep, filling me completely. He didn’t move right away; he just stayed there, holding himself still while I adjusted around him.
Behind me, Salem murmured, “You’re doing so good, Omega. So fucking perfect.”
He pushed in slowly, his cock thick and unrelenting, stretching me in a way that made me cry out into the nest. The burn of it was sharp, but not painful. It was right. All-consuming.
I was full. Completely surrounded by them.
Micha kissed me again, slow and hungry as Salem finally seated himself fully behind me, his hands gripping my hips tight.
“Mine,” Micha growled against my lips.
“Ours,” Salem corrected, his voice low and sure.
Then they began to move.
Together.
They moved like they’d done this before.
Like they’d rehearsed it in dreams.
Micha set the pace, slow at first, drawing back until just the head of his cock remained inside me before pushing back in, firm and deep, his breath catching each time he bottomed out. His hands held my hips steady, his body pressed close to mine, chest brushing mine with every thrust.
Salem matched him perfectly. When Micha pulled back, Salem pushed in, their rhythm staggered just enough to keep me filled at all times. My body jolted with every motion, caught between the two of them, heat and precision, thunder and stone.
“Fuck,” I gasped, head dropping between my arms, my body arching with every slick grind. “You feel…gods…you feel so good.”
