Page 44 of Knot Their Princess

I fully expect him to lunge at me, devour me like a delicious meal, but instead, he pecks at my lips softly, once, twice, flicks his tongue out to run along the seam of my mouth slow and languid. My sigh turns into a whine in a blink, and I try to hold it back, but it’s impossible when his soft lips coax mine apart, and I groan into his mouth, letting him lead, letting his fantasy of that night come true.

That’s a lie. It’s not just his fantasy. There’s nothing I wanted more than to kiss my Alphas at that party, let them claim me, but…

I pull away, and Ilya almost protests, but he stops himself, relaxing back onto his knees.

“You’re going to please me, aren’t you, Alpha?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

There’s that thrill again, coursing through my veins.

“Suck my nipples.”

The hunger on his face is nearly feral. He dives forward to take my left nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it then sucking, hard. He leaves it with a parting nibble that makes my toes curl before moving to my right breast, pressing his face into it and giving his the same attention until my hips are rolling of their own accord against his firm, rippling belly.

I grip the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soft, dark hair, and pull him into me. We can’t be close enough. There’s no way we can be close enough without him being inside of me.

The thought makes my slick splash across Ilya’s skin, and his responding growl vibrates from my breast into my chest, and I pull away, let my back fall to the mattress before I bend my knees and place my feet on the bed. “Eat me,” I breathe. “Make your Omega come. Now.”

His growl intensifies before he buries his face in my pussy, drawing a cry from me, a sound like I’ve never made.

Never felt like this before.

Never knew pleasure like this.

Oh, gods, how am I going to live without them?

Ilya’s tongue rolls from my clit to my entrance, plunging inside of my pussy far deeper than I thought possible for a tongue, his nose bumping my clit, drawing a scream of delight from my lips.

As he devours me, gorging himself on my slick, my vision begins to darken at the edges, pressure builds in every cell of my body until I explode, body convulsing, screaming Ilya’s name.

And when I start to come down from the impossible heights I’ve been brought to, two things become perfectly clear to me.

Being pleasured by your fated mates is utterly indescribable, and there is no way I’ll ever be able to let them go.

I may as well sign our death warrants now.

Chapter Eighteen

Cade

Sometimes, my level of chicken shit surprises even me.

I’m always ready to jump straight in to save kittens from a burning building, but for whatever reason, I wind up sitting back and watching as others make their dreams come true while I am stuck in a holding pattern.

All I want is to be with Sin. And she’s right there in the building across from this one.

Both my brothers have gone to her, and I can’t figure out why I’m not going to her myself when it’s the only thing that I can think about. At least when I’m not researching Mama and her background, looking for anything we could possibly use to take her down.

Cordelia Tremayne was from a very poor family who gave her up for adoption because they couldn’t afford any more children. Her being a Beta was likely the reason she and some of her other brothers and sisters were given up while others weren’t.

I also found out that the Beta who once owned Whips, Chains, & Knots was a man named George Makris. Records show Mama was in a domestic relationship with him for years. He already owned the club when she met him, and one day, he just disappeared. Nobody asked any questions. Nobody went looking for him.

He wasn’t exactly the most popular person on the face of the planet. Not that Mama is much better, but she does have a certain draw that most Betas don’t. A certain strength, from what I’ve read.

So, what Ms. Stevens told us is likely true, that Mama murdered the previous owner to take over the club.

But with all this information that I have right at my fingertips, I still can’t figure out what could be used against her to bring her down. It would take some kind of miracle, like finding the old owner’s body and proving that she killed him, which would take far too long to truly save Sin.