Page 113 of Knot Heirs: Serenity's Reign

Lucian's calculated façade cracked further with each passing moment. "The things that mouth can do," he said, voice rougher than she'd ever heard it. "No wonder Ronan was so distracted this morning."

"Fuck off," Ronan replied without heat, his grip tightening on Serenity's hips as he helped guide her movements. "And stop talking."

The dance between them grew more frantic, more desperate. Serenity lost herself in it, in the dual sensations of being filled and filling, of giving and taking pleasure. Her control was slipping, but she didn't care, not with Ronan hitting that perfect spot inside her with each thrust, not with Lucian's appreciative groans spurring her on.

When it was over, when they'd all found their release in a tangle of limbs and breathless cries, they collapsed together on the bed. Serenity found herself sandwiched between them, Ronan's arm thrown possessively across her waist, Lucian's fingers idly stroking her hair.

"Well," Lucian said after a moment, his composure gradually returning though his hair remained delightfully mussed, "that was certainly more invigorating than my usual breakfast meeting."

Ronan snorted. "Trust you to turn this into a business metaphor."

"What can I say?" Lucian replied with a lazy smile. "I appreciate efficiency. And our Serenity is nothing if not... efficient."

Serenity laughed, the sound vibrating through her chest. "Is that your way of complimenting my multitasking skills?"

"Among other things," Lucian conceded, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Ronan's arm tightened around her. "Don't get used to this arrangement, Blackthorn. This was a one-time thing."

"Was it?" Lucian's eyebrow arched elegantly. "I seem to recall Serenity making that decision, not you."

"Both of you, stop," Serenity intervened, though she couldn't suppress her smile at their bickering. "I think we all enjoyed ourselves. Let's leave it at that for now."

"For now," Lucian echoed, his eyes glinting with promise.

Ronan growled, but there was less heat in it than before. "You're impossible."

"Part of my charm," Lucian replied smoothly, reaching across Serenity to flick Ronan's ear.

"Touch me again and I'll break that pretty wrist," Ronan threatened, though the effect was somewhat diminished by his relaxed posture.

Serenity sighed, nestling between them. "And here I thought the testosterone might have ebbed a little."

"With these two?" Lucian laughed. "Never."

For a moment, lying there between them, Serenity felt something dangerously close to contentment. It wouldn't last—nothing in her life ever did—but for now, in this strange bubble of intimacy with two of the most dangerous men in the city, she would take what pleasure she could find.

After all, she'd learned long ago that nothing was permanent. Especially happiness.

Serenity's focus drifted between the two Alphas like a conductor orchestrating a symphony. Beneath her, Ronan groaned as she rocked her hips, his green eyes half-lidded with pleasure despite his injuries. Before her, Lucian's amber gaze bore into hers with predatory intensity as she worked him with her mouth.

"Fucking hell," Ronan gasped, his calloused hands gripping her waist, guiding her movements. "You're perfect, little Omega."

She hummed around Lucian in response, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. When she pulled back to catchher breath, she flashed a wicked smile. "I've always been good at multitasking."

Lucian chuckled, running his fingers through her brown hair. "An understatement, darling." His refined accent somehow made even filthy words sound elegant. "The Vale empire isn't the only thing you've inherited a talent for managing."

The casual mention of her father's legacy might have stung, but Serenity was too far gone in sensation to care. The dual scents of the Alphas—Ronan's wild forest and Lucian's expensive cologne—mingled in the air, creating an intoxicating blend that heightened her Omega senses.

"I can feel your pulse quickening," Ronan murmured, his thumb finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. "Getting close?"

Serenity nodded, momentarily releasing Lucian to gasp. "Both of you—don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Lucian purred, his normally calculated expression giving way to something rawer. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her back to him as his other hand traced her jawline with surprising gentleness.

She felt a curious power in being the center of their attention. These men, who commanded empires and struck fear into the hearts of their enemies, were at her mercy in this moment. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her body.

Ronan seemed to sense the shift in her. "Look at you," he growled, "taking what you want." His voice was rough with admiration. "Never thought I'd see the day an Omega would make me feel this way."

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