Page 145 of Torment Me Knot
The words hit deep. I lift my head, meet her eyes, and something tight and tender pulls in my chest.
“Vidal.”
“Whitfield.”
She huffs a soft, tired laugh and leans in to brush her mouth over mine.
“Mine,” she says quietly.
“Yours,” I answer, and kiss her again, slow and deep.
Espie
This is my heat. Not Wallace's. Not a needle and a metal table and lights overhead. Mine.
I know the difference. I know where I am. I am in my nest. This is the first heat I haven't been bent over in endless pain, a mindless husk of need. I am under the fairy lights that Kev strung for me. The air smells of my tomatoes and the climbing rose I planted last week and Aubrey's cedar and the oakwood that is Kev. My plants are alive around me. My mates surround me, blankets with warmth and love.
I wait for the fear. The flinch behind the sternum, the instinct to map exits. I wait for all of it, but none of it comes. Sera has been beside me for a while. Her left hand is resting on her stomach, carefully. She’s been crying. The corners of her eyes are still bright, and she hasn't moved to wipe it away.
I palm her cheek. “You were so worried you wouldn't be enough.”
She lets out a breath. “Espie—”
“You came into Wallace's facility alone and you carried me out.” My voice is steady even though my whole body is riding my heat and Lex is deep inside me. “You brought me back when I was nothing.”
“Espie, you don't have to—”
“You sat outside our door for a week and fed us and kept us and held us and you never once asked for anything back.”
She presses her lips together.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I want to bond with you. Say yes. Please, Alpha.”
Sera lifts her bandaged hand and reaches for me. I take it gently in both of mine, press my lips to the soft bandage, and breathe against her fingers. “I’ve got you,” I murmur. “Even this part.”
She watches me with dark, wet eyes. “I know you do.”
I place her palm over my racing heart so she can feel every frantic beat, then I lean in and kiss her.
I kiss her slow at first, tasting the salt of our tears on her lips, but it doesn’t stay soft for long.
“Espie,” she breathes against my mouth. “Come here, sweetheart.”
She pulls me down on top of her, her good hand sliding into my hair as her mouth opens under mine. Our tongues slide together, and I feel her body shift beneath me until I’m straddling her thigh. The kiss turns deeper, hungrier. She sucks on my lower lip, then bites it gently before soothing it with her tongue, and a low sound escapes me.
She rolls us so she’s above me, careful with her injured hand, but the rest of her is anything but careful. Her mouth leaves mine and travels down—slow, open-mouthed kisses along mythroat, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts. When her lips close around my nipple, she sucks hard, tongue flicking, and my back arches off the nest. She moves lower, kissing down my stomach, nipping at my hips, until she’s settled between my spread thighs.
The first hot, wet drag of her tongue through my folds makes me cry out. She licks me slowly at first, broad and deliberate, tasting every inch of me before she focuses on my clit. She circles it with the tip of her tongue, then sucks it into her mouth, and I can’t stop the desperate sounds pouring out of me.
“That’s it,” she whispers against my lips, fucking me slow and steady with her fingers while she keeps kissing me. “So wet already. Let me feel you.”
She fucks me with her fingers while her mouth stays on my clit, sucking and licking in time with every thrust.
“So beautiful like this,” she murmurs. “Taking my fingers so well.”
I whimper again and she kisses me harder, swallowing every broken sound I make until my thighs start to shake.
“Come for me,” she says between kisses. “Right on my fingers, Espie. I want to feel you.”
