Page 25 of Knotted By the Demon

Demon shifted, and the tension in his posture became even more pronounced. He didn’t answer, but the faintest flush darkened his cheeks. That alone made my heart stutter.

“Your scent keeps getting stronger,” Sofia continued, her frown deepening. “More potent.” The confusion vanished from her expression the moment it all dawned on her. She cocked her head to the side, studying him. “You’re using blockers, aren’t you?”

Demon’s lips pressed into a thin line, his silence an answer in itself.

Sofia straightened, placing her hands on her hips. “If you smell this damn good with blockers, what will you smell like when they wear off?”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. The thought was dizzying. His scent was already making it difficult to think straight. Without blockers... what would it do to me?

Sofia wasn’t done. “No more blockers until after the storm. I want to know what you really smell like.” Her tone was light but held a note of authority that surprised me and Demon.

“Why?” Demon growled.

“Why what?” Sofia countered.

“Why do you want to know what I smell like without blockers?” he asked.

The flush that tinted her cheeks almost the same shade as her hair was cute as hell.

“B-because,” she sputtered. “Well, because it’s not fair that your scent is blocked and ours isn’t. We all know how sweet and delicious Greek smells.”

Wait. She thought I smelled delicious? My angel liked my scent!

“And you know my smell. I mean, I’m a beta, so my scent is subtle, barely registerable,” she started.

“Not true,” both Demon and I growled, taking a step toward her, caging her in between us.

It hadn’t been planned. Yet, now that she was between us, I didn’t want her to move. I didn’t want either of them to move. Unless we were all moving closer together. Their scents mingled in the space around us, heady and intoxicating.

Demon’s smoky, earthy aroma wrapped around me while Sofia’s sweetness teased my senses, both scents fusing in themost forbidden, primitive way. I couldn’t help but inhale deeply, the blend of them pulling me under, drowning me in their allure.

My entire body tensed, not with fear, but with something darker, more electric. Something that burned low in my belly, curling tighter with each breath I took. Sofia was so close now, her body framed by mine and Demon’s. She looked small between us, her delicate frame perfectly nestled in the space we’d instinctively created for her.

Her head tilted back slightly as she glanced between us, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink that only made her look more irresistible. Her hazel eyes darted to me, then to Demon, and I could see the uncertainty and the spark of something more—something I wanted to ignite fully.

She looked so small, so impossibly delicate between us, and yet, she radiated a power that demanded our attention. My throat tightened as I stared down at her, at the way her body seemed to fit so perfectly between the two of us, as if she’d always belonged there. My hands itched to touch her, to guide her closer to Demon.

The next thought bloomed so vividly in my mind that I nearly whimpered. I could see it as clearly as if it were already happening. I imagined the two of us stripping her naked, leaving no barriers between us and her beautiful body. Then I pictured myself dropping to my knees right behind her and pressing my lips to the back of her thighs and then parting them until I had her open, exposed, and trembling for us.

I wanted to drag my tongue across her silken folds, tasting her, driving her wild. And as I worshipped her from behind, I wanted Demon to claim her lips, to feel her moans against his mouth as I devoured her. And then I wanted him to drop to his knees before her and claim a different set of lips.

Demon would kneel before her, his hands bracing her thighs, spreading her wider so he could feast on her, too. I imaginedhis mouth finding her clit, his tongue laving over the sensitive nub while my own mouth worshiped her from behind. Together, we’d surround her, consume her, until her scent filled the air, sweet and unmistakable proof that there was nothing subtle about her fragrance.

We would show her just how intoxicating she was, not just her scent, everything about her was utter perfection. She would writhe between us, her breaths coming out in short, desperate pants. She’d have one hand tangled in my hair with the other clutching Demon’s shoulder. We’d keep her there, balanced on the precipice of ecstasy, her moans growing louder, her body trembling as we worked together to give her everything she deserved.

My mouth watered at the thought, my cock throbbing painfully in my boxers. I could almost feel her wetness on my tongue, could almost hear the alpha growling his approval as her cries filled the room. She would be the sweetest dessert either of us had ever tasted. And she’d leave us craving more, addicted to her, an addiction that had already begun to form.

My fingers twitched at my sides, aching to make that vision real, to touch her and make her scent bloom even sweeter, to drown in the proof of her desire. She was already aroused, her scent thick in the air, mingling with Demon’s and mine. It was impossible to ignore, and it made me reckless.

I took another step forward, so close now that my cock, jutting forward, was touching her pants. Demon didn’t move, but his sharp blue eyes remained locked on her, his expression laced with hunger. His scent grew richer, darker, filling the room until it felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the air – only arousal – only the three of us.

I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning, from begging them to let me live out this fantasy with them, to let me have them, even if it was for just a little while until the storm left andreality set in. The only thing I’d ever begged for was death. Now, I desperately wanted to beg them to help me feel alive for just a little while.

The tension in the room was thick, almost as thick as I imagined Demon’s cock to be. I watched Sofia tremble, and I knew she was fighting against the same desire I was experiencing. Did she know what she was doing to me? To us? Demon’s shoulders tensed, his hands curling into fists at his sides as if he were holding himself back.

But his eyes were locked on Sofia with an intensity that mirrored the storm raging within me. I wanted to see how he looked when he shed his calm demeanor and let his beast out. I was trembling now, my body caught between the desire to act and the fear of shattering this fragile moment.

I swallowed hard, trying to rein in the wild, desperate thoughts clawing at my mind, but it was futile. Every fiber of my being wanted her. And I knew, without a doubt, Demon wanted her too. Sofia’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her lips parting slightly as if she was trying to form words but couldn’t find them.

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