Page 58 of Knot The Only Onee
But I was done with hiding. Done with denying that these three were my destiny.
We all knew the truth.
And they’d given me plenty of time to get used to them and their way of life. But it was time to jump now.
We burst through their bedroom door, Lucas and Noah hot on our heels. James gently placed me down on the edge of the bed and knelt before me.
“You’re sure about this, little one?”
His words were so gentle, almost tentative. As if he was scared to ask, but he had to get them out.
Noah knelt beside James, took one of my hands into his, and squeezed. “I’m going to talk to Elias and his circle tomorrow, Bridget. Regardless of what happens here tonight. I don’t want you to think I’d want to use you as a bargaining chip or that this is the only reason I’m saying yes.”
My lips tilted up into a soft smile, and I twined our fingers. Lifting our joined hands, I placed a gentle kiss against his knuckles. “I was going to tell you how I felt anyway. It has nothing to do with you agreeing to let Elias and Simon invest in the ranch.” I chuckled. “Although it’s a definite plus. I meant it when I said this ranch feels like home, and I want to live here for a long time.”
Lucas—in typical Lucas style—whooped and hollered before pushing aside the others and taking me into his arms. He held me tightly as he swung me around the room several times before setting me back on my feet and slanting his lips over mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and toyed with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss started off gentle, then quickly morphed into a passionate soul-consuming kiss as he held me close to his body.
Soft growls emanated from James and Noah, yet another alpha-like behavior from James.
“Love you, Bridget,” Lucas murmured as his lips hovered above mine. “Our beautiful, perfect omega.”
Still reeling from Lucas’ statement, Noah drew me into his arms and kissed me gently. “Love you, baby girl. You are ours. This is your home.” Each statement was punctuated by a kiss. “We will fill it full of however many babies you want.”
James snagged me from Noah’s embrace and pressed his forehead into mine. “Love you, little omega. Thank you for not giving up on us. For not giving up on me, despite my shitty behavior.”
Tears sprang to my eyes, and I rapidly blinked to whisk them away. “I love you all.” My voice cracked, and I buried my face into James’ shirt. “Please. Make me yours.”
With a deep purr that resonated through his chest, James lifted me into his arms and laid me down gently on the bed. His body blanketed mine as his lips hungrily devoured my own.
His hands were everywhere, sliding beneath my shirt to cup my breasts through my bra, skating down my hips until I wrapped my legs around his waist.
The bed dipped on either side of me, Noah and Lucas’ comforting scents invading my nostrils.
James lifted his head and looked toward one man, then the other. His hair fell over his forehead, brushing over my cheeks as he turned.
“Help me get our little omega undressed.” James flashed the guys a wicked smile. “Then we can see who gets to taste her first. Then who gets to fuck her.”
His crude words sent a fresh flood of slick to my pussy, and I arched my hips to move against James, seeking whatever friction I could get.
Before I could get any sort of relief, James' weight lifted off me, and three sets of hands gently removed my clothing.
Once I was naked, the guys removed their clothes. Their gazes remained locked. My eyes greedily took in the sight of their flesh. James was covered in tattoos, the slight peak I’d seen of his forearms doing little to prepare me for the vivid images on his flesh.
Noah had some ink on his biceps, but his form was stout. Muscles rippling from the hours he worked on the ranch.
Lucas surprised me with his swimmer’s body, lean and slightly defined. But what drew me in were the glimmering barbells piercing his nipples.
I drew my bottom lip between my teeth as I stared at my men. These beautiful men that had waited for me.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” Noah asked, his voice deep and rough.
“Yes.” I giggled. “Just a little cold.”
Lucas grinned as he rested one knee on the mattress and began crawling toward me with all the grace of a panther on the prowl. “Can’t let our omega be cold.”
On instinct, I parted my legs as he got closer, and the beta settled between them. His hands planted on either side of my face as he ran the tip of his nose along my cheek.
