Page 62 of Knot Shattered
“Wait?” His voice cracked on the word, half a groan, half a plea.
I leaned in, brushing my nose along his jaw as I murmured in his ear, “Go grab a chair.”
“A… chair?”
I smiled against his skin, nipping his earlobe. “Bring it over here, set it next to the nest. Right there, where you can see everything.”
He pulled back just enough to search my face, stunned. “You’re…wait, you’re not serious.”
I gave him my sweetest smile, the one that meant I was absolutely serious. “Oh, I’m very serious.”
Micha snorted from somewhere behind him, low and amused. “Looks like someone’s getting benched.”
Salem chuckled. “I give it five minutes before he explodes.”
“I’ll kill all of you,” Haze muttered under his breath, but he was already climbing off the bed.
“Ah, ah,” I called after him sweetly. “Clothes off. All of them.”
He froze mid-step and turned, that glint in his eye shifting from confusion to pure chaos. “You’re evil.”
“And you love it.”
“Unfortunately,” he muttered, yanking his shirt over his head and toeing off his pants in record time.
He was naked, half-hard and glaring, as he dragged a heavy wooden chair across the room and positioned it exactly where I’d said. Then he sat sprawled out, frustrated, and aching with his arms over the sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.
I gave him one more gift before turning back to my nest. I walked across the room completely bare, hips swaying, eyes locked on him, my scent thickening in the air. I knew what I looked like, flushed and damp and claimed—but not taken. Not yet.
As I climbed back into the nest, I called over my shoulder, “One more thing, Haze.”
He blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself.” I grinned. “Not until I say you can.”
He groaned like he’d been shot, dropping his head back against the chair. “I hate you.”
“You love me.”
“Fuck, I do.”
He shifted in the chair, muscles tense, every inch of him vibrating with the need to move. But he didn’t.
Because he was agood boy.
And I wasn’t done teasing him yet.
Haze was practically vibrating in his chair, jaw clenched, cock flushed and twitching, muscles flexed like he was ready to leap out of his skin. The sight of him alone had heat pooling low in my belly.
But it was the quiet shift of movement behind me that stole my breath.
Micha.
Silent as always, controlled as ever. He didn’t need to announce himself. Didn’t need to speak. He just stepped forward, the weight of him filling the room like a shadow cast by firelight. His gold eyes locked on mine, and everything inside me pulled tight.
He knelt in front of me, his big hands coming to rest on either side of my thighs, grounding me instantly. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low rasp that slid over my skin like velvet over steel.
“You ready for me, Omega?”
