Page 47 of Harley

“Knot...I need your knot,” I pant as I try to turn in his arms. I want to kiss him and strip him bare. My hand grabs for his hair as I kiss him. His tongue tangles with mine, and I’m met with his delicious taste. I could kiss him for hours, but I need more. I rub myself against the bulge in his shorts.

“Please,” I beg as he peppers kisses on my throat.

“You need a knot, babe. I can feel how much you need it. I don’t know if I’m the right one to take you outside of heat. I need the others with me...just in case.” He whispers the last part, and I know what he’s saying.

In case he loses control and goes feral or into a rut. Rut...I can deal with, I think. Feral...I don’t know the outcome of that. And he’s right. It’s probably better if one of the others is here with him. I heard what Ace said about how he would hate himself if he took me without being fully present for it.

“Zayd would be the best knot you ever take. He will make you see the universe and meet the gods.”

I smile, loving the way he talks about his pack brother like that. Always so sweet—well, in this case, it’s a little dirty.

I cramp again. “Yes, I want his knot.” I do. I hear a sound from behind us, and I freeze. Zayd’s right there. He heard us...is he watching us?

“I’m gonna watch you take him deep inside. Lock him tight as you milk him dry. When he’s got no more to give, I will play with your clit and give you orgasm after orgasm as you keep him locked,” Knight whispers into my ear.

My whole body shivers as he dips his fingers into my heat once more. I watch him taste me. “So sweet, Harley. Now, let’s get the big guy to take care of you. So I can stroke my cock to the sounds you make when you take that knot.”

I sit up and see Zayd, palming his hard cock through his gray sweats while he watches us. Fuck, it's huge. I lick my lips. That thing will fill me up and hit those spots I so badly need to be touched. My eyes meet his, and I can see the heat in them. No more Mr. Shy Guy...Zayd has come out to play.

I reach my hand out to him, silently asking him to come to me. I want him to want this as much as I do right now. I’m in pain...I need his knot. He’s the only one who can help me.

“Zayd, please,” I beg him as another cramp hits, and I watch as Zayd’s face falls a little. I don’t want that look—I want the one before. The one that says he wants to eat my pussy and knot me.

He rushes to me, and Knight doesn’t let go of my thigh. If anything, he opens me wider as Zayd rounds the couch and drops to his knees. I reach for his cheek as he looks at me, the worry on his face clear.

“I’m okay now that you’re here.” And I need this. Who would have thought the biggest alpha with the biggest knot would be my first? It was the one thing I was scared of when I got here...and now all I want to do is beg him to give it to me.

Zayd looks into my eyes and signs to Knight. I wish I knew more than hello and thank you.

“Tell me what you need,” Knight whispers into my ear.

“I need you—kisses, touching, your knot.” And I barely get the last word out before he takes my mouth in a heated kiss. His hand snakes through my hair and our mouth and teeth clash. I reach for his tee and ball it into a fist, making sure he can’t get away...not when I need him so much.

“Bedroom,” Knight whispers behind me, and I barely hear him. “Might be more comfortable there,” he adds, and I know what he means. A knot will keep us locked together for at least thirty minutes. As much as I like this couch, I don’t want to be here. I would rather be in there.

I let go of Zayd’s tee and nod. “Bedroom, now.”

And the two of them scramble with me in their arms and rush me to Zayd’s room. I’m a little disappointed it’s not Knight’s room. I haven’t been in there yet and would really like to spend some time with his scent. But this is Zayd’s and my time. Being in his bed—where I have been every night—makes sense. It smells like us.

On the bed, Zayd dives between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my clit, and I grip his hair and ride his face. Oh god, this is nothing like a toy. This is better than I could have imagined.

“Fuck, oh god. Don’t stop. I’m. Close,” I gasp out as my heart starts to race and my breathing speeds up.

I feel my top being peeled away from me, and my bra is next to go. Knight takes my nipple into his ,mouth and I buck almost off the bed. So much, not enough...

“Touch her,” Knight commands Zayd, his voice almost a bark. At first, I worry Zayd won't like that...being told what to do. But when I feel his thumb on my nipple, rolling over the tight nub, I hiss.

His other fingers find my heat, and even though they’re bigger than Knight’s, my slick makes it easy for him to slip two in.

Knight takes me in a rough kiss as Zayd works me like a fiddle. Holy shit.

I claw at them, wanting more kisses, more fingers...more.

When I buck off the bed and gasp, Knight breaks the kiss. “Keep going, Zayd. Don’t stop.”

And he does. Never changing speed, he just keeps going as I ride his face and fingers. My orgasm lasts longer than before and sates some of that heat inside.

“Slow down. Give her time to come down and kiss her,” Knight commands and Zayd listens. I feel the hands all over me, touching me as I come down from such an intense experience.

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