Page 5 of Knot Baked Out For This
“Fuck, Hazel. Look at you. Perfect omega, ruined for anyone else.”
His words spark through me, hot as lightning.
The twins jockey for position.
Levi’s kissing his way across my collarbone, his laugh warm against my skin, while Luca’s lips ghost up the back of my neck, teeth scraping. The two of them bracket me, every inch of my body starved and surrounded.
Levi nuzzles my shoulder, breath hot.
“Want to see how you taste everywhere.”
Luca’s hand dips between my thighs.
Bold. Controlled.
He circles my clit with thumb and forefinger, then spreads the mess Rowan and I made to coat his fingers. It’s obscene, the way he toys with my body. Makes me feel like an animal and a queen, both.
I moan, sharp and shivery.
Levi licks my mouth, his tongue tasting of sugar and spice. “Tell us what you want, Haze.”
“Don’t stop.” It’s all I can manage.
Luca’s hand slides lower, then he replaces Rowan’s cock with his own—just for a minute, just long enough to stretch me wide and knock the sense out of my brain. Rowan groans at the loss but lets go, eyes wild and wanting. The twins move in a dance, one thrusting in as the other slides out, the rhythm slow at first, then brutal.
I lose myself.
Every thrust is a new note—Levi’s sweet, teasing, playful, letting me set the pace. Then Luca, driving in hard while hishands clamp my wrists to the edge of the table. I’m a toy, a treat, the main event at the world’s messiest bake-off.
They praise me constantly—Rowan calling me beautiful, strong, his perfect girl. Levi in my ear, telling me how sweet, how good, how nobody else could ever compare. Even Luca, though less talk, more action, lets out a grunt and a “fuck, you take us so well” that makes me shatter.
The scents are out of control.
My pumpkin and honey, Rowan’s fire, Levi’s sugar, Luca’s coffee.
It’s a storm.
It’s a recipe for madness.
At some point, Levi pulls my left breast into his mouth, tongue swirling, teeth biting gentle, and I see white. Luca’s hands slide up and down my sides, then back to circle my clit, hitting just the right angle as he pounds into me. Rowan leans up, grabs the back of my neck, and kisses me until I can’t see straight.
We trade off. Over and over.
Sometimes it’s two at once—one inside, one on my tongue, the other gripping my hair and telling me how good I taste. Sometimes they have to hold me up because my legs just…fold.
I never felt so alive. Never so wanted.
It goes on forever—pleasure stacking, building, tripling.My mind breaks into little pieces, thoughts only scattered:Rowan’s hands. Levi’s mouth. Luca’s cock driving me open. The taste of whipped cream, the smell of Alpha, the way the table never quite breaks. The way they never stop giving. Never stop touching.
I sob. I laugh. I scream. I don’t hold back.
Nothing I’ve ever done in my bakery, nothing I’ve ever eaten or perfected or tasted, prepared me for being devoured like this. By three men who want me for exactly what I am.
Heat doesn’t just burn, it blooms.
Rowan bites my shoulder, no teeth—just enough to warn, to claim. Levi’s tongue circles my nipple, his hand sliding between my thighs to join Luca’s as they both toy with my pussy, making me shake and spasm. Luca kisses down the length of my spine, each press of lips a promise.
“Ready for more?” Levi asks, voice all sugar and sin.
