Page 214 of Knot Baked Out For This
He pushes inside, slow at first, but my body opens easy, greedy for every inch. I arch up, all but sobbing as he bottoms out.
Luca and Levi come next.
I sense them before I see them—twin thunderclouds, dark and gold, crowding the nest with their scents: honey butter, gingerbread, cinnamon and coffee. The air goes electric, charged with Heat and promise and so much want I feel like I’ll combust.
Levi comes up behind me, feral glint in his green eyes, hands already mapping my back and thighs. Luca moves to the side, knees braced on the blankets, his cock heavy and hard andleaking—he strokes himself, slow and measured, while his gaze never leaves my face.
It should feel like too much, but it doesn’t. Not with them.
I’m surrounded. Pinned. Wanted.
Rowan starts moving, a deep, controlled rhythm that makes me keen into his mouth. Levi’s hands grab my hips, tilting me so every thrust is sharper, deeper. He lines himself up behind me, cock rocking against my rim, and for a second I freeze—Heat makes me wild, but this is another level.
Levi kisses the curve of my shoulder, voice rough with want but heartbreakingly careful.
“You want it, sunshine? You want both?”
“Want everything,” I choke out. “Want all of you. Please, Levi?—”
He groans, the twins vibrating in weird, perfect harmony as he slicks his cock with lube —where did he even get that? Has it been hiding in the nest? None of my business, I guess?.
He presses in, slow. Insanely careful. Just the tip at first, stretching me, and I gasp, burying my face in Rowan’s shoulder. Rowan soothes me with sweet words, gentling thrusts, and thumb rubbing circles at my hip to ground me.
Levi holds, lets me adjust, and asks again if I’m good.
“More,” I gasp. “Can take it. Promise.”
He pushes deeper, and the stretch is sharp, then perfect. I’m full, split open, packed with both Alphas. My body kind of freaks out—then melts. It’s exactly what I wanted.
Luca takes his cue. He kneels at my side, guides my mouth to his cock, and instantly I’m greedy for him, lips parting to taste the sharp snap of his pre-come, tongue tracing the vein that pulls a curse from his throat.
There’s a pattern to it:Rowan fills my body, front to back; Levi presses in behind, matching Rowan’s tempo.Every timeRowan thrusts, Levi matches, and I’m caught between, friction doubled, pleasure multiplied.
Luca’s gentle at first, letting me set the pace on his cock, but I want it hard. I close my lips around him, take him deeper, loving the sound he makes—a hiss, a command, a plea, all wrapped in dry wit.
They don’t fight over me.They just… fill the need.Like a pack that’s always known I was meant for the center, for being surrounded and ruined and put back together again.
Sensation shreds my brain. Rowan’s hands grip my ass, steadying every drive. Levi’s chest is a furnace against my back, his mouth at my neck, every exhale muttered filth and adoration. Luca’s cock slides between my lips, and with every shallow thrust, he tangles fingers in my hair, pulling—just enough.
There’s no shame, no uncertainty, just three Alphas in perfect, eager concert.
I don’t have to direct them; they watch me for every twitch, every whimper, and adjust so I never feel pain—only the good kind of too much.
Then Rowan starts to knot.
That’s the moment everything goes feral: the base of him swells, stretching my entrance, and the sensation is so intense my vision goes white.
Rowan holds still, letting the knot catch. He buries his face in my neck, groaning like the world’s ending.
“Let go, Hazel. Let us keep you. Let us fill you.”
I do. I come with a scream, body clenching so tight the twins lose it too. Levi’s knot swells at my rim, hot and pulsing. Luca groans as he comes, salty and sharp on my tongue, hand gentle as he strokes my hair.
We all shudder together, caught in a web of want and relief, every limb tangled, every scent spiking into a cloud of autumn smoke and sugar.
The knots hold, locking me in place. I’m stuck, helpless, the best kind of trapped.
But even as the aftershocks fade, I want more.
