Page 139 of Torment Me Knot
Kev pulls his shirt over his head and I stop thinking in sentences and fall into instant need. Six foot two of him, broad across the chest. Dark hair across his sternum, that five o'clock shadow tracking down his throat to his collarbone. He is hard everywhere. He shoves his pants down. His erection springs free, snapping against his taut abdomen, before he fists it. Pre-cum leaks from the slit. My mouth waters wanting to taste from the source.
I stroke my cock when my gaze slides to Ezra. Already naked. Six foot four of him, muscular through the shoulders and chest in a way that always surprises me because he moves so quietly. Fair skin, freckles across his arms and shoulders, sandy blond hair with silver running through it. His cock rests hard against his stomach and the want in his blue-gray eyes hits me like a current. He smiles, “We've got you, Aubrey. All of us.”
I drag my eyes away to Lex. Six foot four and lean with it, none of the bulk of Ezra and Kev, all long lines and warm sepia skin. His black hair is loose around his shoulders, always disheveled, more so now. He straightens after shucking his pants and the fairy light hits him full and I understand, suddenly and completely, every poem he has ever written about wanting something he didn't think he'd get to have.
And then…Sera.
Five foot eleven of warm brown skin, smooth and glowing. Runner's build — lean muscle, long legs. The small freckles across her nose and cheeks. The bruising dark at her shoulder. Her bandaged hand careful at her side. Her tightly coiled curls loose now, the close-cropped sides and the longer top falling free.
My heat spikes so hard behind my sternum that I reach blindly for Espie's hand. She's already reaching for mine and the absolute need resounds between us. We rise onto our knees in the center of our nest. Espie reaches and I speak, “Alpha. Please.”
The heat is thick enough to drown in, every instinct in the room straining toward collapse, but all four alphas hold still long enough for the choice to settle properly inside me.
Sera drops down into the nest, and I plow both hands in her hair. She opens her mouth under mine. She tastes of blood orange and a warmth underneath that is entirely hers. Slick leaks between my thighs and pre-cum surges from my cock, my heat making me more than ready for my alphas.
I lie back and pull her with me. Coming carefully, favoring her left hand, she settles her weight against my side, my cock pressing into the crease of her thigh, and she inhales hard through her nose and shifts, and presses her thigh back against me. My cock throbs and heat coils through my abdomen.
“Alpha,” I whine.
“I know, angel. I've got you,” she says.
She curls her fingers around my cock. Strokes once, slow. I arch up off the cushions and make a sound I have no vocabulary for. My slick is soaking my thighs and her palm is warm and she does it again and I grab her wrist.
“I need you,” I say. “Please. Alpha. Sera. I need you.”
She shifts her weight over me. I pull her hip until she straddles me and she sinks down, slow, her body opening around meas I push inside her. I thrust and draw back, my toes curling. Glorious. She’s glorious.
She rides me, but I’m so needy that I push inside her as deep as I can go. A ring of muscle inflates around my cock, sucking me in and locking me in place. It closes around me, deep, warm, firm.
“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh, Aubrey.”
She rolls her hips forward. The lock shifts with her, and my vision whites out. Her scent floods the nest, blood orange gone syrupy, and I grab her hips with both hands and try to pull her faster. I can’t pull out. I’m stuck inside her as her lock strangles me in the best way. My balls throb. I’m on the verge of an orgasm but it’s behind a wall. I make an inarticulate sound, half way between a whine and a groan.
“Easy.” Her voice has gone low. “Stay with me. Don't rush it.”
I'm stinging behind the eyes and I don't know when that started. My heat has me and I am not fighting it. That's the difference. That's the whole difference.
Thomas. Matteo. Liam. The Richardson pack. My first heat. Their hands on me and their scents all around me and nothing in the world to be afraid of. I thought that was the only time I would get to have that. I was wrong. And I need more. I need another of my alphas.
“Kev.” His name comes out low. Not a question.
“Right here,” he says against my ear. “I've got you. This is yours, Aubrey. All of it.”
Sera turns me onto my side. Kev settles in behind me. His palm glides slowly up my spine, his scent wrapping around me as a shiver rolls through me.
“Okay?” he asks, low.
“Yes.” My hands clench on Sera's hips. “Yes. Please.”
His cock lays in the crack of my ass. I press back against him, needing him where I ache. The tip of his cock nudges myentrance and I sob as he pushes inside. I’m so wet, there’s no resistance.
He works into me slowly, his chest pressed to my back, and the pressure opens up through my belly and my spine. Sera is in front of me, her lock strangling my cock, and Kev is behind me, stretching me open, and I’m in omega heaven.
Sera rolls her hips. I drive back into Kev. The rhythm finds itself. Espie's hand finds mine in the dark of the nest. I squeeze her fingers. She gasps, then comes the sound of a kiss, and Lex's Earl Grey rises in the air.
“You feel incredible,” Kev rasps.
The heat builds. Drawing up from my belly instead of clawing in from the outside. Mine. My body doing what my body was made to do, with people I chose.
