Page 210 of Knot Baked Out For This
I should be embarrassed by how wet I am. I’m not, not even a little. These Alphas want me like this—messy, needy, open. That thought alone makes me whine, which earns a hum of approval from both of them.
Levi doesn’t stop lavishing my breast, alternating between soft sucks and sharp little nips, his nose brushing sensitive skinagain and again. Every time I gasp he laughs, the vibration traveling through my chest.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “So fucking soft. All ours, isn’t she?”
Luca answers for both of them. “Every inch.”
I can’t argue, not when Luca’s tongue is circling my clit in tight, relentless patterns that have my thighs shaking. He’s methodical, analytical even, learning what makes me see stars with every pass. Two fingers slip inside me, easy, and my body goes molten.
It’s too much. Not enough. Both.
No one ever warned me that Heat would feel like dying and being worshipped at once. That instead of fear or shame, I’d feel claimed in the best possible way.
“I can’t—” Words are fuzzy. I grab at Levi’s wrist, desperate. “More. Please.”
He leans up just enough to catch my mouth in a filthy, whipped-cream-sweet kiss. “You don’t even have to ask, sunshine.” One leg wedges between mine, pinning me open for Luca’s mouth, and his fingers tease at my nipple until I’m arching off the blankets.
Somewhere under the need, I can’t believe this is my life. My Heat. My pack. Alphas who show up not because they have to, but because they want to—because they crave the feel, the taste, the scent of me losing control.
I’ve never been wanted like this before. Not for what I could give, or how well I could behave, but for every wild, greedy, needy part of me.
The thought breaks something loose.
Luca’s tongue flicks hard, then gentle again, and he slides a third finger inside, stretching me perfectly. I cry out, and Levi grins against my cheek.
“There she is,” he rumbles, and I can hear the edge in his voice, thick with want but also pride. “Let go for us.”
Like there’s any other option.
They work in tandem—one teasing my breasts, the other devouring me between my thighs, so attuned that every whimper gets a response and every shiver is met with more, more, more.
I clamp down around Luca’s fingers, and he groans, nuzzling in deeper, like he wants to drown in me. The way he eats me out is downright obscene—every lap, every swirl, calculated to push me higher and higher. Levi bites at my throat, just below the jaw, where he knows it drives me wild.
“Need you,” I manage, the words more moan than syllable. “Inside—both—need?—”
Levi’s hand leaves my breast and drags down my stomach, slow, possessive, until it meets Luca’s. Their fingers tangle for a moment, then Levi moves to grip my thigh, holding me wide as he lines himself up at my entrance.
I feel the heat of him, solid and slick, pressing at my entrance while Luca doesn’t stop working my clit. It’s mind-melting—the anticipation, the stretch, the way I’m already dripping down both their hands and neither one hesitates.
Levi pushes inside with a slow, determined roll, stretching me wide, filling every inch like he belongs there.
He does. They do.
My scent spikes, cinnamon and caramel and something sweeter, and both Alphas growl in unison—the sound is primal, hungry, and it makes my toes curl.
Luca’s hand shifts, thumb circling my rim, teasing and sliding, not pushing in but so, so close. He’s watching, I know he is, judging how I take Levi, how my body trembles and clenches and begs for more.
Levi starts thrusting—deep, steady, and so damn good—but he slows when I start to moan, almost as if he wants to savorevery sound. “Look at you,” he huffs against my neck. “Fuck, Hazel. You were meant for this. For us.”
His praise shatters the last of my composure. I want them so bad I ache. I want to be filled everywhere, ruined and put back together at the same time.
“Luca—please—” I whine, wiggling my hips back toward his teasing. “I can handle it. Promise. Need both. Need everything.”
Luca’s restraint snaps. “You want both our cocks, pumpkin? You want all of us?”
No room for modesty. I nod. “Yes. Want you both. Need—need to feel it. Please—prove I can?—”
Levi damn near shakes when he hears it. “You heard her, Lu. Give her what she’s begging for.”
