Page 40 of Knot Shattered
Odette looks at me as if to ask if I minded. I smile at her. “Of course, Haze,” she said smoothly, then looked up at him. “You could be a good boy and undress me,” she added, her tone velvet and teasing.
Haze blinked, caught slightly off guard. But after the briefest of pauses, his whole body lit up with excitement. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, voice nearly breathless as he moved forward eagerly.
As Odette sat back, I let my shorts fall the rest of the way, kicking them off to the floor. Haze’s fingers moved to help pull the purple tank top off over her head. Her bare breast spring free and we both groan at the sight. He quickly tugged her leggings off until she was bare before us.
He reached for the hem of his own shirt, but Odette stopped him with a single sharp look.
“Oh no,” she said with a smirk, voice low and commanding. “Did I tell you to undress?”
Haze froze, halfway to pulling his shirt over his head. His eyes widened with pleading, and something in him seemed to shift—like a line had been drawn and he was more than willing to step over it.
“Oh, please, my sun?” he asked, voice sweet and needy. There was no mistaking the way his pupils dilated, the flush on his cheeks.
I arched a brow, amused. So it wasn’t just Odette learning new things tonight. Seemed Haze had a praise kink hiding under that smug exterior. Interesting.
Odette leaned in, brushing her lips against my neck as her hand wrapped around my cock making it jerk at the touch. “Maybe,” she whispered, teasing, “If you’re a very good boy.”
Haze made a soft, desperate sound in the back of his throat, hands hanging at his sides, restrained by sheer will alone. Watching the dynamic shift between them—watching her take control, watching him submit—lit a fuse inside me I hadn’t known was waiting to be sparked.
I reached out and curled a hand around the back of Haze’s neck, tugging him forward until he was kneeling beside us, his breath shallow, his lips parted.
“Why don’t you beg her properly, hmm?” I murmured, voice rough with arousal.
He looked up at Odette like she was the center of his universe.
“Come closer, both of you,” she purred, lying back and opening herself to us, a vision of want and command all at once. Her pretty pink pussy glistening with her need.
“Closer,” she said again, voice low and velvet-rich.
I moved without hesitation, settling between her thighs, the heat of her pulling at me like a tide. Haze stayed kneeling beside her, reverent, watching with wide eyes and parted lips, his breathing shallow with anticipation.
Odette reached out and slid a hand into my hair, pulling me down into a slow, deep kiss. It was possessive and consuming, her mouth soft and demanding all at once. When she pulled back, she pushed my head down gently. “Taste me.” She demands. Her gaze flicked toward Haze, making sure he was watching.
I swipe my tongue through her folds, groaning at her taste. “Gods, Odette, you taste so good.”
“Let him taste without touching me.”
I swipe my fingers through her slick and lift my hand towards him. Like a starving man he sucks her taste off of me.
“Oh,please, let me touch you.” He begs her. She just smiles at him while I go back to my breakfast.
“Touch me,” she said to him. “Now.”
Haze shifted closer, hands trembling just slightly as he reached for her. He cupped one of her breasts with aching care, his thumb brushing her nipple as he leaned in to press his lips to the soft curve. She sighed, not delicately, but like a queen indulging in her favorite thing.
“Good boy,” she murmured, and Haze moaned—actually moaned—at the words.
I arched a brow, glancing down at him. His pupils were blown wide, lashes fluttering as he kissed his way across her skin like a man devoted. There was a hunger in him, but it was tempered by reverence. He was clearly waiting for permission to take things further.
Odette moans as her back lifts from the bed. I can feel her orgasm build as I feast. She shatters as I suck her clit hard. I sit back grinning at her, my face covered in her juices.
Chapter Eleven
Odette
October 16th
10:25 A.M
