Page 119 of In Control

“Rutted and knotted,” I say, desperate for them to have me in all ways.

Esra glances to the others.

“Sophia, we’ve talked about this,” Roman says.

“I’ve been preparing. I want you to knot me.”

“Preparing?” Roman asks, desire shining in his ocean eyes.

“Gabe showed me how.”

Gabe simply shrugs. “The girl deserves the mind-blowing ecstasy of a knot.”

“She does and I’m more than willing to give it to her,” Esra growls, making quick work of his fly.

“Is it safe for the baby?” Roman asks.

Liam rests a hand on his shoulder. “Mate, I’m not going to let any of you arseholes do anything that ever hurts our girl or our children. I promise you that now. If this is what Sophia wants–”

“It is,” I say.

Esra positions himself between my legs and I spread them for him, my heart pounding a beat that reverberates around my body.

“Sophia,” he whispers in what sounds like reverence. “How were we so lucky to find you? So lucky my stupid crap didn’t scare you away? So lucky that man didn’t …” He screws up his eyes, that thought too painful to bear.

“Alpha,” I whisper back and when his eyes flutter open at the sound of my voice, I know his dark eyes will never cease to steal my breath away. “I know I can never share the bond the way you all can. I know you can never claim me like you can an omega, but I do want to be a part of this family. To make it mine. To make it ours. I’ve never wanted that before, but the four of you have changed me, have shown me there are things I could have that I never considered I’d want.”

“Sophia, I don’t need to sink my teeth into your neck to make you mine. I don’t need to do that for you to know that you’re mine. I will make it damn clear to you every day for the rest of my life.”

“All of us will,” Liam adds.

He teases me first, dragging his cock head through my sensitive area, knocking against my clit and I wonder how he has the self control. All I want is for him to plunge deep inside me. To claim my body as his.

But though I beg him, he waits until I’m coming. Then, satisfied I’m wet enough to take him, he grips my thighs and drags me onto his cock.

Finally, he fucks me. After all these long weeks of longing, he fucks me. Fucks me with the whole of his body and the entirety of his soul, wanting to show me with every stroke of his cock how much he wants me, how much he will always love me.

When I come, I’m greeted by the sight of bliss streaming across his face, and he falls straight after me.

“Sophia,” he moans, as he holds me to him, holding me tight. This time he doesn’t pull away. This time he fills me. This time he knots me.

It’s different from the dildo, his flesh warm and hard and growing in size, stretching me at my entrance, stretching me wide to take him as he utters words of encouragement and wraps me in his embrace.

I can’t deny there’s a little pain, my eyes smarting with it, but then a silent ‘ohhh’ issues from my lips and pleasure blooms deep in my core, spreading through my entire body, only this time, more powerful, more potent than before.

It’s better than Gabe described, the ecstasy mind-shattering, and when I float back to Earth, loving the way he’s locked into me, I find four faces staring at me in wonder.

“How do you feel, PLT?” Gabe asks, stroking my cheek softly.

“Pretty damn divine,” I laugh.

And as the other three move in to pepper me with kisses and murmur declarations of love in my ear, I realise just how true those words are.

Divine. There is no better way to describe how I feel when I’m with these men. How I will always feel with them. And I know I want to belong with them for the rest of my days. Belong completely.

“Bite me,” I tell them. “Bite me, please.”

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