Page 4 of Knot Baked Out For This
Too busy breathing, hearts pounding, scents tangled and thick in the honey-glow of morning.
If this is heat, I never want to be cold again.
It’s bliss. It’s madness. It’s everything.
And as I cling to him, hips still twitching, my mind flickers:
How did I ever survive heats alone?
But I don’t get to finish the thought.
Because the kitchen door creaks, and more Alpha steps through, drawn by the sugary wreckage of my ruin.
The door swings open.
For a split second, golden sunlight glints off the counter and I think I’m hallucinating. But no—the shadow in the doorway is real.Actually, make that two shadows, both broad shouldered, naked, and watching me like they want to eat me alive.
Levi grins, lazy and bright.
“You two save any for the rest of us?”
Luca doesn’t smile. He just stares, storm-gray stare locked on my shuddering body, fists clenched at his sides. His whole focus zeroes in—on what I’m doing, what I need, what I might beg for next.
My cunt pulses and threatens to gush slick just from the way they look at me.
Their scents hit like a freight train.
Levi’s is up first—warm, sweet, decadent. Honey butter biscuit, vanilla chai, whipped cream and a spike of orange peel. It slides through the kitchen in fat, sticky waves, wrapping me up in comfort.
But then Luca’s hits, and it’s heady—molasses gingerbread, coffee so dark it borders on sinful. Allspice, smoked oak, and something even deeper, edged with rum and bittersweetchocolate.All of it braided tight with Rowan’s fire and smoke and my own sugar-laced desperation.
Rowan’s cock swells inside me in instant response.
“Hazel,” he rasps, holding me down so I can feel every twitch, “looks like you’re about to get spoiled.”
Spoiled? I want to drown.
Levi is at my right, mouth already on my neck, hands not shy at all as they slide up to cup my sticky, flour-dusted breasts. He palms them both, rolling my nipples between his fingers, then leans in and licks a dollop of melted whipped cream straight from my skin.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmurs, nosing along my jaw. “You gonna let us all have a turn, pumpkin?”
I whimper. My head rolls against his shoulder.
My hips don’t even slow on Rowan’s cock—I’m still riding him, greedy, shameless—but now every grind drags my breasts across Levi’s palms. He keeps up a steady rhythm, tweaking, stroking, making me arch and tremble with every touch.
Luca slides in behind me. His hands are huge and rough, mapping my lower back, my sides, the backs of my thighs. He’s not gentle—he’s methodical, precise.He drags his fingers down my spine, then starts kneading my hips, pinning me in place so nothing escapes his grip.
His voice is low, smoke over ice.
“Thought you said you were tough, Holloway. Right now, you’re shaking.”
“Shut up and touch me,” I breathe, not even pretending to play coy.
He obliges.
There’s a tangle of hands—Luca’s at my waist, Levi’s on my tits, Rowan’s everywhere, all three of them feeding off my scent and the way my body pulses. Levi bends, sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling over chocolate and skin. Luca’s fingersdig into my hips, then slide around to my belly, holding me tighter, rougher, daring me to fall apart.
Rowan can’t stop watching.
