Page 88 of Knot Your Sugar

"James," I breathe. I push myself up, slick already pearling on my inner thighs. "I needyou, James. I need your knot." The words tumble out, bold and desperate. "It's been… too long. Since the spa… the shower…"

His eyes darken to sapphire, a feral intensity flaring. A low growl rumbles in his chest. Dorian and Cole exchange a quick, loaded glance. It’s not disappointment, it’s… understanding. Asilent acknowledgement. Cole gives a subtle nod toward James, while Dorian steps back slightly, his expression unreadable but conveying a sense of…guardianship. They won’t leave, not really. They’ll wait outside. Guard the nest. Let James have this first answer to my call.

James doesn't hesitate. He crosses the room in two strides, his gaze locked on mine. He lifts me easily, my skin igniting. He carries me the few feet to the nest, laying me gently on the blankets in its center. The combined scents of my alphas in the nest are dizzying, pure bliss.

"Are you sure, Elena?" he whispers, cupping my flushed cheek. "Me? Now?"

I nod, pulling his head down. Our kiss is fire, desperation, and a deep, soul-shattering need. The world fades. His hands find my breasts, kneading, while my hips grind against his rock-solid cock through his pants.

Instinct takes over. I position myself on my hands and knees, presenting. He sheds his clothes, his scent intensifying, darker, muskier. His hands grip my hips as he presses against my wet folds.

"James…" I whimper, clawing at the blankets. My heat is starting, and only his knot can begin to soothe it.

He enters slowly, thick and heavy, stretching me with a delicious burn that’s half pain, half ecstasy. I cry out, pushing back, urging him deeper.

“Fuck, Elena,” he groans, each thrust deliberate, filling me completely. The knot at the base of his cock swells, catching at my entrance, and I moan, the sensation overwhelming. We find a rhythm, frantic and desperate, my hips meeting his, our bodies damp with sweat. His hands roam, one cupping my breast, the other gripping my hip, anchoring me as he drives deeper.

The world narrows to the delicious stretch of his knot against my walls, the intoxicating scent of our combined arousal,the way his breathing grows ragged against my neck. I can feel myself getting wetter, slicker, my body opening for him completely as the heat demands more. He shifts slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I arch beneath him with a broken cry. "Right there," I gasp, my nails digging into his forearms. "Please, don't stop." His responding growl vibrates through his chest as he maintains that angle, that perfect rhythm that has me climbing higher and higher.

The pressure builds, my heat coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. Slick gushes as my walls pulse around his knot, clenching him tighter inside me. The release is sharp, shattering, leaving me trembling. Sated but still hungry.

“James,” I pant, glancing back at him. His face is tight with need, and I feel his knot almost fully swollen. “Now.”

“You want me to finish, sweetheart?” he says, grinning.

"Do it James, I need—"

I don’t get the words out.

With a guttural groan, he thrusts deep one final time. His knot swells fully, sealing us together as he comes. The heat of his release floods me, and his body sinks over mine, heavy and solid, grounding me in the nest.

We stay like that, tangled and breathless. His cock pulses inside me, and I whimper, the aftershocks of my orgasm mingling with all his fullness.

As our breathing slows, he rolls me on the side, his arms coming around me, holding me close. His touch is gentle, caressing me with a tenderness that nearly undoes me all over again.

Chapter forty-six

Dorian

"God, I want to be in there."

Beside me, Cole stands like a sentinel, his gaze fixed on the closed bedroom door, his scent a thrum of barely leashed alpha energy. Every cry from Elena, every guttural groan from James, strikes against our heightened senses like a match to kindling.

We’ve already tried burning off our restless alpha energy with quick errands through the villa. On our last round, I grabbed every flavor of iced herbal infusion I could find, and Cole showed up right behind me with what can only be described as anobsceneamount of berries. We added them to the growing spread of food and drinks just outside her room. And we're ready to fetch her anything else she might want.

I know trying to distract two alphas from their omega's heat is a fool's errand, but it beats just standing here… like we're doing now.

Another breathy moan slips through the door, setting my thoughts into a relentless spiral. Elena must be so ready for us right now. Open in all the right places, an omega in heat producing enough slick to take even an alpha knot in the ass without prep.

Add to that the fact our knots will deflate much faster than normal, meaning we'll go round after round…

And that she's been on medication for years, meaning her heat will be I-N-T-E-N-S-E…

Let's just say the next few days are going to be… brutal. Primal.

I'm so eager I texted my assistant just a few minutes ago to clear my schedule for the entire week, with a hold on the one after. Just in case.

I take a step toward the door before forcing myself to stop. A fresh wave of need claws up my throat, a command to barge in, to claim. It takes everything I have not to obey it.Damn, I'm usually so in control…

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