Page 36 of Knot Forever

I don’t know.

Seth leans in, pressing his lips to the dark thatch of curls above my slit. I watch hazily as he works his way up my body, his tongue laving gentle licks over my nipples until he reaches my face. His hands cup my cheeks.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Wide open for us, sweetheart, even with your hands tied. Trusting us with your pleasure, with your pain. That’s all we want, Nova. Trust us. Trust us to take care of you like you deserve.”

My eyes flick to his, shock stealing the breath from my lungs.

He’s right. I do trust them. There’s been no fear, no flashbacks.

I swallow around the lump that appears in my throat.

“I trust you,” I whisper, staring into his face. “I trust you. All of you.”

Seth’s lips seal over mine, stealing my breath as he takes my mouth in a soul-stealing kiss. He swallows my strangled cry as his fingers work between us, two thick digits plunging inside me and filling the emptiness as I flutter around him and he pushes them in and out, curling them until my release shatters my mind and he drinks it all down.

Asher’s hand moves between us as I lie limply against him. “I think you can take another, little one. You’ve been so good for us.”

My protest is weak as the palm of his hand grinds into my clit, moving back and forth, the calloused feel of his skin making me shake as more fingers push inside me, pushing me back to the brink and throwing me straight over as Asher sinks his teeth into my neck.

It’s not a mating mark, not without my heat, but it’s enough to yank another release from my body as I soak us both with my slick.

My breath heaves as I collapse back against his chest. Seth moves quickly, lifting me gently and pulling off the belt, his hands massaging my wrists as Asher strokes my hair back from my damp face.

“Perfect,” he praises. “Such a perfect omega for us, Nova Chevnik.”

“Glorious,” Seth groans. He lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking off my slick. “You taste like perfection, sweetheart.”

I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never hadthisbefore, this warm, glowing feeling as they stroke me and praise me. I’m limp, still catching my breath, stealing little inhales of scent from Asher’s neck, when a wet stroke through my folds makes me jump. “Oh!”

Seth lifts his face, a cocky grin stretching across his face. His chin glistens with my release, and my face flushes. “Promised you I’d suck the slick from your slit, baby.”

Oh, god. I lie back as Asher’s hands stroke my body and Seth cleans me up in soft, gentle laps, his tongue catching every last drop. His groan of satisfaction goes through me, and he runs with it, using his tongue to draw out soft little aftershocks of release that make me sag, my eyes starting to close with exhaustion.

“Enough,” Asher says to Seth softly. “You’ve given us everything, little one. I’m so pleased with you.”

I burrow myself into him as he lifts me, my body still bared and my dress a rumpled mess around my throat. Seth presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, and I barely notice as Asher carries me from the room, steady strides carrying me to soft sheets that bear his scent.

“Mmm.” I curl myself into them sleepily, rubbing my cheek against the silky pillow. My hand reaches out, looking for him, and Asher entwines my fingers with his. There’s movement, and the bed sags as I roll into a hard, warm chest.

“Go to sleep, love.” His command washes over me, and I close my eyes, sleep already stealing over me thanks to my punishment.

My last thought before I drift off is that I don’t really feel punished at all.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Chapter sixteen – Asher

I wait until Nova is fast asleep. Little gentle huffs of breath warm my chest as she sleeps and I trail my fingers through her hair.

Fuck, she was perfect. Tonight has only solidified it. This omega is carving out her own place inside my heart, inside my pack.

Even Marcus stayed, despite our concern that it might be too much for him. He and Nova are building their own relationship, and I have faith that everything will come together.

But it’s the niggle on my chest that forces me to carefully disentangle myself from the omega curled up against me. Nova makes a sleepy complaint as I pull away, and I stay where I am for a moment, watching her face as I stroke gentle fingers down her arm until she’s deep into sleep again.

Seth is sprawled in the armchair when I return to the living room. He turns satisfied eyes to me, the glass of amber liquid in his hand dangling precariously over the arm.

“How is she?” Marcus asks, worry in his tone as he looks between me and the door. “Does she need someone with her?”