Page 77 of Knot what I want for Christmas
Clay reaches for my hand and brings my knuckles to his lips; lips that are bruised and swollen from everything we’ve been doing these last few days. He kisses each of my knuckles tenderly, turns my hand over in his, and presses another kiss to the center of my palm. Then he’s pulling me back down to lie among the three of them.
“We’ve missed you,” he says. “Being apart is too difficult, too damn difficult.”
I nod. I agree. It’s far more difficult than I expected it to be. Far more difficult than it should be among four people who really barely know each other.
“So, if we claim you now, Hollie, then this starts for real. You’re ours. You come home with us.”
“Yes. Yes,” I say. “I’ll be yours, you’ll be mine, I’ll come home.”
Clay shakes his head like he can’t quite believe this is happening, and Tucker claps his hands together and chuckles. Nash simply smiles at me sweetly.
Clay still has a grip of my hand and he lifts it again to his mouth. He kisses my wrist where the purple veins crisscross under my delicate skin. He inhales my scent, and then he’skissing my forearm, the crease in my elbow, my upper arm, the point of my shoulder.
I’m trembling with anticipation; everything in my body singing. It’s almost enough to send me tumbling straight into another heat.
He presses kisses along the delicate bone of my clavicle, and his hands come to rest on my waist, squeezing and gripping me there and pulling me tight and flush against his hard body. His mouth meets the crook between my shoulder and my neck. It’s where I’m most sensitive, where my scent is most intense. He inhales deeply. I can hear my scent rushing up his nostrils, I can hear him gulp it down into his throat, and I can hear the sigh that elicits from his lips.
I feel his wet tongue sweep against the fragile skin there, feel his lips kiss me and then …. And then I feel the sharp pinch of his teeth. I call out as they cut through my skin and plunge deep into my flesh, and a wave of ecstasy sweeps through me, making me giddy and pliable and weak in his arms.
We’re both still. I can feel his heart beat against my chest. He growls. His arms weave around me, and then he’s rolling on top of me, parting my thighs and thrusting his hard cock inside me. I’m no longer in heat and I’m a little sore between my thighs, and yet the feel of him inside me – his teeth sunken into my neck – is something wondrous and indescribable.
His teeth cut even deeper into my throat as he fucks me languidly and I come in his arms, come with his name on my lips, and he’s mine now. I’ve claimed him and he’s claimed me. I am his omega and he is my alpha.
He comes too with a grunt, but he doesn’t knot me. Instead, he rolls away from me and Tucker’s there next.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he says, running his fingers over the fresh bite mark Clay’s made in my skin.
“Perfect,” I tell him.
“We’re going to take good care of you, Hollie,” he says. “We’re going to spend the rest of our days assuring you’re happy, making you laugh, and also making you come.”
And with that, he’s thrusting inside me too.
I know these men intimately now. I understand what turns them on, what drives them forward. I’ve learned that each one is a little different in the way they feel, in the way they move, in the manner in which they make love to me. Tucker does it with a whole load of swagger, characteristic of the big, joyful cowboy. I can’t help but smile up at him when he’s fucking me. And there’s always a corresponding smile on his own face.
I come quickly, messily, loudly. He doesn’t come though. Instead, he kisses me roughly with just as much swagger. And then he’s burying his face in the crook of my neck, licking his tongue round the flesh wound in my skin.
He finds a spot next to Clay’s.
I hold my breath. I close my eyes. And I cry out another time as his jaw snaps into my skin.
A second claiming bite. This man is mine too. I wrap my arms around him, hold him tight, and I return the gesture, biting him on his broad shoulder. We hold each other, tasting each other’s flesh, smelling each other’s scents, feeling each other’s warm skin. Then he’s pulling away from me.
And there’s just one more pack mate left. Nash.
I wait for the dirty words that are always forthcoming from this sensitive man, only this time they’re altogether sweeter.
“You mean the world to us, Hollie. You’re everything we could have wished for and more. And we love you.”
A million little fireworks explode inside my chest.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. “I love all of you.”
I didn’t know if I would find love. I didn’t know if I could be happy again after losing my mom, after all those dark days andall that sadness. But I have found it – love and happiness – and I have found it in abundance.
Nash gathers me up in his arms, holds me, and for a moment he simply looks at me, studying my face as if he wants to commit me to memory. And then his eyes stray down to the two new claiming bites I have on my neck. He considers them for a time too. And then he lowers his head and bites me.
I definitely never learned about this in all those biology classes I took, was never taught about how it would feel to have three men love me this much, to be claimed by them. Maybe it’s all biological – hormones, nerves, reactions, molecules, atoms, forces. Or maybe it’s something more magical than that. Because, as the final packmate claims me too, I feel like finally I belong.
