Page 112 of Knot Heirs: Serenity's Reign

"Lucian," she acknowledged, her voice steady despite the intimacy of the moment. "I'm a bit busy at the moment."

His low chuckle sent heat coursing through her. "So I see. Don't let me interrupt. Although," he added, moving closer with the fluid grace of a jungle cat, "I wouldn't mind joining this particular breakfast."

Ronan's growl was more possessive now. "She's occupied."

"I can multitask," Serenity said, surprising herself with her boldness. The words hung in the air, charged with possibility.

Lucian's eyebrows rose, his amber eyes darkening. "Can you now?"

Serenity felt a rush of power unlike anything she'd experienced before. Here were two of the most dangerous Alphas in the city, and somehow, she—an Omega—held the control.

"Why don't you pull up a chair," she suggested to Lucian, her voice honeyed with promise, "and find out?"

Lucian's lips curved into a knowing smile as he shed his tailored jacket, draping it carefully over a nearby chair. "I think I'd prefer the bed, if there's room for one more." His voice carried that characteristic blend of cultured refinement and underlying danger that made him so disarming.

Ronan's hand tightened possessively on Serenity's shoulder. "There isn't," he growled, but his scent betrayed him—the sharp tang of arousal cutting through his protest.

Serenity sat back on her heels, golden eyes flickering between the two Alphas. The tension in the room had transformed, electric and loaded with possibility.

"I think that's for me to decide," she said, relishing the subtle shift of power. An Omega calling the shots between two dominant Alphas was unprecedented in her experience, yet here she was. "And I say there's room."

Lucian approached the bed with deliberate steps, his amber eyes never leaving hers. "Our Serenity has unexpected depths,"he observed, loosening his tie with one hand. "I've always appreciated a woman who knows what she wants."

"She was doing just fine before you showed up," Ronan snapped, though his objection lacked conviction.

Serenity placed a calming hand on Ronan's thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath her touch. "I'm still here, you know. No need to talk about me like I'm not."

Lucian sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that she could smell his distinctive scent—expensive cologne barely masking the primal Alpha beneath. "My apologies," he murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "What exactly do you want, Serenity?"

The question hung in the air, loaded with meaning. She was acutely aware of her position between these two powerful men, each dangerous in his own way. The financial mastermind and the street fighter. Both killers, both billionaires, both looking at her with hunger.

"I want what I was about to have," she said, meeting Ronan's intense green gaze, "plus a little more." Her eyes shifted to Lucian, taking in his perfect composure, the only hint of his arousal visible in his dilated pupils.

Lucian's fingers traced a light path down her bare arm. "Then allow me to facilitate." He moved with seamless grace, positioning himself behind her. His hands settled on her waist, surprisingly strong for a man who spent his days behind a desk. "May I?"

She nodded, breath catching as he lifted her effortlessly, guiding her to straddle Ronan's lap, careful of his bandaged wounds. Ronan's hands immediately gripped her hips, his earlier protests forgotten.

"Careful of his injuries," she warned Lucian, her protective instinct flaring even through her desire.

"Always so considerate," Lucian murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "Even now."

Ronan's eyes were fever-bright as she settled over him. "Fuck the injuries," he growled, guiding himself to her entrance. "I need you, Serenity."

The raw admission from such a prideful Alpha sent a thrill through her. She sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch, a gasp escaping her lips at the fullness.

"Beautiful," Lucian whispered, his hands steadying her as she began to move. His own arousal pressed against her back, still confined in his expensive trousers. "Absolutely exquisite."

Serenity reached behind her, fingers finding Lucian's belt. "Don't think I've forgotten about you," she said, working the leather free with determined fingers.

Ronan's laugh was strained with pleasure. "Always the overachiever, aren't you, little Omega?"

"You have no idea," she replied, freeing Lucian from the confines of his clothing. She turned her head, meeting his amber gaze. "Come here."

Lucian moved to her side, his usual composure slipping as she took him into her mouth. His hand tangled in her hair, but he was careful not to control her movements, letting her set the pace.

"Christ," Ronan groaned, watching them. "That shouldn't be as hot as it is."

Serenity hummed in agreement, the vibration making Lucian inhale sharply. She found a rhythm, rising and falling on Ronan while pleasuring Lucian, her world narrowing to sensation and the heady power of bringing these two Alphas to the edge.

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