Page 68 of Knot Sharing the Ice

When they're both fully seated, we pause, basking in the sensation of being so intimately connected. I've never felt so thoroughly claimed, so completely cherished.

"Move," I plead, rolling my hips. "Please."

They don't need to be told twice. Adder thrusts up as Mason pulls out, creating a rhythm that has me gasping for air. It's too much and not enough all at once. I want it to last forever, and I want them to fuck me senseless right now.

Adder's hands find my breasts, kneading and teasing as Mason's fingers dig into my hips. I'm surrounded by their scents—wood smoke and bourbon and pine—and it's making my head spin.

"You're so beautiful like this," Mason murmurs in my ear. "Taking us both so well. Our perfect little omega."

His words send a thrill through me. I've never been one for pet names or possessive language, but coming from them, it feels right. Natural. Like this is exactly where I'm meant to be.

The pleasure builds quickly, coiling tight in my belly. I'm already oversensitive from my previous orgasms, and every thrust sends sparks shooting up my spine.

"I'm close," I pant, my movements growing erratic.

"Us too, sweetheart," Adder grits out. "Come for us. Let us feel you."

Mason's hand snakes around to rub my clit, and that's all it takes. I shatter with a cry, my body clenching hard around them both. As I'm still riding the waves of my climax, I feel their teeth sink into my neck, one on each side.

The pain of the bites mingles with the pleasure of my orgasm, creating a sensation so intense I nearly black out. I feel their knots swell, locking us together as they empty themselves inside me. Their marks take hold, and suddenly I can feel them—heir love, their joy, their utter devotion.

For a moment, everything else fades away. There's nothing but this, us, connected in the most intimate way possible. I can feel all of them now, through the marks. Four distinct presences in my mind, each as familiar to me now as my own thoughts.

As we come down from our collective high, Mason and Adder release their bites, lapping gently at the marks. I slump forward onto Adder's chest, utterly spent. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as Mason's weight settles comfortably on my back.

"You okay, Em?" Adder murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I nod, too blissed out to form words. I've never felt so thoroughly fucked, so completely satisfied. But more than that, I've never felt so loved, so cherished, so... complete.

As we wait for their knots to go down, Carter and Jayce join us in the nest. They curl up on either side of us, their hands gentle as they stroke and caress. The air is thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, our pheromones mingling into something new and uniquelyus.

I drift in and out of consciousness, lulled by the steady beat of Adder's heart beneath my ear and the comforting weight of Mason above me. I'm vaguely aware of soft conversations happening around me, of gentle touches and tender kisses.

When their knots finally deflate, they carefully disengage. I whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty and bereft. But before I can dwell on the sensation, I'm being gathered into someone's arms. Carter's, I think, though it's getting hard to tell them apart.

"Sleep, sweetheart," he murmurs, tucking me against his chest. "We've got you."

As I drift off, surrounded by the warmth and scent of my alphas, my last coherent thought is that I've finally found where I belong.

This is home.

This is family.

This is everything I never knew I needed.

I have a pack now.

No… Iampack.

And it feels so fucking good.