Page 6 of Knot Baked Out For This
I can’t answer. Just nod, wild-eyed, tears and sweat and flour streaking my face. I’m falling apart, and they hold me together.
One of them pushes into me—hard, deep, slow. Not letting up. The other kisses my neck, my shoulder, my jaw, telling me how good I am, how they want me forever. Third stands behind, giant hand in my hair, keeping my head up so I can’t look away.
The rhythm’s perfect. Brutal. Sweet.
Everything I ever needed, everything I never dared ask for.
Luca’s hands slide from my hips to my ribs, holding on like he’s afraid I’ll run. Levi’s mouth is everywhere—nipping, licking, soothing. Rowan whispers in my ear, low and hoarse:
“Let them break you, Hazel. Let us have it all.”
So I do.
The world narrows to slick, to Alpha, to pleasure sharp as sugar snap. My pussy clenches, creamy messy wet, every nerve on fire. Rowan’s cock inside me, then Luca’s, then Levi’s—each bringing a different flavor, a different kind of ache. I’m barely even human at this point. Just sensation and hunger and heat.
They never stop.
My hands scrabble for a grip—table edge, Rowan’s bicep, Levi’s hair, Luca’s forearm. Cling to whatever will ground me, whatever will keep me from floating away.
Levi presses his forehead to mine, grinning like a kid at the county fair. “You’re the star of the show, pumpkin. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Luca leans in, mouths my neck, breathes deep.
“You smell so fucking good. Can’t get enough.”
Rowan never lets up, hips rocking, hands guiding me down, making sure I take every inch.
The air is thick—pheromones and sweat and all the sweetness I used to think would protect me from loneliness. Good joke.
I’m alive. I’m claimed. I love it.
I lose track of how many orgasms, how many times I scream or beg or plead for more. The climax builds and breaks, over and over, sweet and then sharper, until my brain just…melts.
There’s no room for shame.
No space for anything but this—Alpha, omega, the three scents that hold me together.
Rowan’s voice gets rough.
“Let him knot you, Haze. Take it all.”
Luca snaps in, cock swelling, and I shatter—body, soul, everything. My vision whites out. Sparks behind my eyes. I sob and laugh and moan, leaking slick everywhere, hands fisted in whatever skin I can grab.
Levi holds me. Luca fills me. Rowan never lets go.
I lose myself. On this table, in this kitchen, with chocolate and flour and whipped cream and all the sugar of three men melting into me.
It’s not even sex anymore.
It’s worship.
I come again. Harder. Loud, raw, no more walls left.
And as my body finally collapses, wrung out and shaking, their hands pull me close, safe in the mess we made.
I want to live here. In this heat. In this love.
I want it forever.
