Page 40 of Knot My Type

"I need—" I gasp, not sure how to finish the sentence.

"What?" Rhys murmurs. "Tell us what you need."

"More," I manage. "I need more of you. Both of you."

I feel Fen smile against my throat. "Greedy indeed," he says, but there's no judgment in it. Only indulgence.

His hand slides between my legs, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves above where Kael is moving inside me. The added sensation makes me cry out, my back arching off the furs.

"That's it," Rhys encourages, his voice like honey in my ear. "Let us take care of you."

They work together with seamless coordination, bringing me higher and higher until I'm sobbing with pleasure. The pressure builds in my core, tight and desperate, until I'm sure I'll shatter from it.

"I'm going to—" I start, but the words dissolve into wordless cries as my climax crashes over me.

The world whites out, pleasure washing through me in waves so intense I can barely breathe. Dimly, I'm aware of Kael's movements becoming erratic, his own release following close behind mine.

But even as the aftershocks fade, I know this is just the beginning.

The need for connection, for bonding, still burns bright inside me. I want more than just physical pleasure—I want their marks on my skin, their claims written in ways that will never fade.

"Mark me," I whisper, turning my head to bare my throat to Kael. "Please. Make me yours."

His eyes flash with something primal and possessive. "Eliana—"

"Please," I repeat, more desperate now. "I need to belong to you. To all of you."

He studies my face for a long moment, searching for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he leans down and presses his lips to the junction of my neck and shoulder.

"This will hurt," he warns.

"I don't care," I breathe. "Do it."

His teeth sink into my skin, not deep enough to cause real damage, but enough to leave a mark that will last. The sharp pain mixed with pleasure makes me gasp, my body arching beneath his.

When he pulls back, there's blood on his lips and satisfaction in his eyes. "Mine," he says roughly.

"Ours," Fen corrects, and then his mouth is on the other side of my throat, claiming his own piece of me.

The second bite is different—wilder, more impulsive. Fen's teeth are sharper than Kael's, and the pain is brighter, more immediate. But it's followed by such intense pleasure that I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, more."

Rhys is the last, his bite placed high on my shoulder where it will be visible to anyone who looks. His teeth are gentler than the others', but no less possessive. The mark he leaves is a declaration of belonging that makes my heart sing.

"Perfect," he murmurs against my skin. "You're perfect."

I'm marked now, claimed by all three of them. But the bonding isn't complete yet. I can feel it in the way my skin still burns with need, in the way their scents haven't quite merged with mine.

"I want your knots," I whisper, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. "All of them. I want to be so full of you that I can't tell where I end and you begin."

The response is immediate and overwhelming. Kael's hands tighten on my hips, his pupils dilating until there's barely any gold left. Fen makes a sound that's more growl than human. And Rhys—steady, controlled Rhys—actually trembles against me.

"Are you sure?" Kael asks, voice strained. "Taking all three of us like that—it's intense. Overwhelming."

"I'm sure," I say without hesitation. "I want to be overwhelmed. I want to be so thoroughly claimed that there's no doubt who I belong to."

He studies my face for another moment, then nods slowly. "Then we'll give you what you need."

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