Page 39 of Knot My Type

I moan into the kiss, my body arching toward his. Behind me, Fen's hand finds my hip, holding me steady as I melt into Kael's embrace. Rhys's fingers tangle in my hair, not pulling, just touching.

When Kael finally pulls back, we're both breathing hard.

"More," I gasp.

He smiles, dangerous and beautiful. "Greedy omega."

"Your greedy omega," I correct, and the possessiveness in my own voice surprises me.

The effect on them is immediate. Kael's eyes flash with something primal. Fen's grip on my hip tightens. Rhys makes a low sound in his throat that's pure alpha.

"Ours," Kael agrees, and then he's kissing me again.

This time when his lips meet mine, it's not just him. Fen's mouth finds the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses that make me shiver. Rhys's lips brush against my temple, my cheek, trailing down to nip at my jaw.

I'm drowning in sensation, in the heat of three bodies pressed against mine. My skin feels electric, every nerve ending alive and desperate for more contact.

"Please," I whisper against Kael's mouth.

"What do you need?" Fen murmurs against my throat.

"Everything," I breathe. "All of you. I need—" I break off with a gasp as Rhys finds a particularly sensitive spot behind my ear.

"We know," Rhys says, voice low and rough. "We'll give you everything, omega. Everything you need."

Kael's hands find the hem of my sweater, fingers skimming the skin beneath. "Can I?" he asks.

I nod, suddenly desperate to feel skin against skin. He pulls the sweater over my head with careful reverence, and then I'm bare before them except for my panties.

The way they look at me—like I'm something precious, something sacred—makes my chest tight with emotion.

"Beautiful," Fen breathes, his hand tracing the curve of my waist.

"Perfect," Rhys adds, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

Kael just stares, drinking me in. "Ours," he says finally, like a vow.

I reach for him, needing to feel more of his skin against mine. My fingers find the button of his pants, working it free with trembling hands. He helps me, pushing the fabric down and away until he's as bare as I am.

Fen and Rhys follow suit, and then we're all skin and heat and desperate need in the firelight.

I've never felt so wanted, so cherished. Their hands map every inch of me, learning the places that make me gasp and shiver. I do the same to them, marveling at the differences—Kael's broad shoulders and commanding presence, Fen's lean strength and wild energy, Rhys's steady grace and gentle hands.

"I want to feel you," I whisper, my hand sliding down Kael's chest. "All of you. Please."

The begging in my voice breaks something in him. He captures my mouth in another searing kiss, his body settling over mine. I can feel him, hard and hot against my thigh, and the knowledge that he wants me just as desperately makes my core clench with need.

"Are you ready?" he asks, voice strained with control.

Instead of answering with words, I reach between us and guide him to where I need him most. The first touch makes us both gasp, and then he's pressing forward, filling me slowly, carefully.

The stretch is perfect, overwhelming. I throw my head back with a cry of pleasure, and Fen's mouth finds my throat, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there.

"Goddess," Kael groans, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You feel—you're perfect."

He starts to move, slow and deep, and I lose myself in the rhythm of it. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, building toward something huge and inevitable.

But it's not just Kael. Fen's hands are everywhere, stroking and caressing, while Rhys whispers praise and encouragement in my ear. I'm surrounded by them, claimed by them, and it's better than anything I ever imagined.

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