Page 34 of Knot My Type

I watch them for a moment, taking in the way she melts against him, the way her hands tangle in his hair to pull him closer. The sight should make me jealous, possessive, but instead it fills me with a deep satisfaction. This is right. This is how it should be – all of us together, all of us claiming and being claimed.

When Rhys breaks the kiss, Eliana turns to me with eyes that are black with need. "Kael," she breathes, and the way she says my name makes my resolve crumble completely.

I move to her other side, framing her face with my hands and kissing her with all the pent-up desire and emotion I've been holding back. She tastes like honey and desperation, like home and forever, and I lose myself in the sensation until the need for air forces us apart.

"The bond with Fen," I say, pressing my forehead against hers. "Can you feel it?"

She nods, her breathing shallow and quick. "Like golden thread. Warm and strong. But incomplete. Like it's waiting for the rest of you."

"Then let's complete it," Rhys says, his voice rough with want.

What follows is a claiming unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's not just physical, though the pleasure is intense enough to leave us all gasping and shaking. There's something spiritual about it, something that goes deeper than flesh and blood to touch the very core of who we are.

Rhys claims her first, positioning himself between her thighs with reverent care. When he enters her, the sound she makes is pure music – relief and pleasure and completion all wrapped into one perfect note. The scent of their joining fills the air, and I can feel something shift in the bonds between all of us.

"So perfect," he murmurs against her throat, his movements slow and deliberate. "So beautiful. Our omega. Ours."

"Yours," she agrees breathlessly, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moves within her. "All yours. Always."

I watch them move together, the way Rhys's long body covers hers, the way she arches beneath him seeking more contact, more connection. The sight is beautiful and erotic and so fundamentally right that it makes my chest ache with emotion.

When Rhys's movements become more urgent, when I can smell the approach of his climax, I move closer. "Let me," I say, and he understands immediately, pulling back to give me access to her throat.

The spot where I want to mark her is pristine, unmarked except for Fen's claiming bite on the other side. When I lower my mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder, she tilts her head to give me better access, offering herself with complete trust.

"Do it," she whispers. "Please, Kael. Mark me. Make me yours."

I bite down at the exact moment Rhys's knot begins to swell, and the combination of sensations sends her over the edge with a cry that echoes through the room. The taste of her blood on my tongue is copper and sweetness, and I can feel the bond snap into place between us like a physical thing.

The connection is immediate and overwhelming – suddenly I can feel her emotions, her pleasure, her deep contentment and love. It's like looking into her soul and finding myself reflected back, finding the completion I didn't even know I was missing.

Rhys follows a moment later, his own climax triggered by the sound of her pleasure and the sight of my claiming bite. His knot locks them together, and I can smell the change in their scents, the way they blend and merge to create something new.

"My turn," I growl when his breathing has steadied, when the immediate intensity of his claiming has passed.

Rhys moves carefully, mindful of the knot still tying them together, and settles beside Eliana to hold her while I position myself between her legs. She's soft and wet and perfect, and when I enter her, the sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt.

"Kael," she breathes, my name a benediction on her lips.

I start to move, slowly at first, savoring the way she feels around me, the way she responds to every touch. But the need builds quickly, fueled by her heat and the bond already forming between us, and soon I'm moving with increasing urgency.

"Mark me too," I tell her when I feel my knot beginning to form. "Claim me like I'm claiming you."

She doesn't hesitate. When I lean down to give her access to my throat, she sinks her teeth into the muscle between my neck and shoulder, and the sensation is electric. The combination of pleasure and pain sends me over the edge, and I bite down onthe unmarked side of her throat at the same moment my knot locks us together.

The second bond snaps into place with even more intensity than the first, probably because I'm buried deep inside her when it happens. Suddenly I can feel everything – her pleasure, her love, her deep sense of completion and belonging.

FEN

I’ve been preparing the meal for the last hour, moving with the quiet efficiency that has become second nature to me. The fire crackles in the stone hearth, the low flame dancing between the logs, casting long shadows against the walls. The scent of roasted meat fills the air, mingling with the rich earthiness of the herbs I’ve gathered from around the cabin—juniper berries, wild garlic, rosemary—each sprig a small taste of the life we’ve created here amidst the rugged mountains.

I’m not sure why I’m doing this.

Eliana is finally up, finally out of that damn bed after days of nothing but weakness and sweat. I’ve been watching her, mostly from the doorway, letting her take her time to gather herself. She doesn’t need me, not like the others do. I can feel the hesitance radiating from her; she doesn’t want my help. She hasn’t wanted much of anything since she arrived here.

I can’t blame her.

My heart aches as I consider my role in all of this. I should be the one making her feel at ease, welcoming her into our home. Instead, I’ve kept my distance, retreating behind the barriers I’ve built.

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