Page 25 of Ruin Me Knot
But Gabriel…
Gabriel vibrates on the couch on my other side. Orange zest spikes with excitement, and he licks his lips like he's tasting the air and excitement zips along my spine.
"Fucking hell," he breathes, fingers flexing on his thighs. "Look at you. So beautiful. Riding your Alpha so well."
Ronan bites a sharp warning. "Gabriel."
Gabriel's grin is all teeth. "Just saying, Sweetheart. Please choose me next."
My face burns, but Godsdammit. The idea of him watching, of all of them seeing me come apart like this, sends a fresh flood of slick between my thighs.
Ronan's nostrils flare. "Let her set the pace, Gabriel," he grits out.
The words send a shudder through me, and my next grind is harder. Ronan's entire body jerks, a ragged groan tearing from his throat as his cock throbs beneath me.
"Like that," he pants. His voice is so husky I barely recognize it. "Fuck, just—"
My hips move faster, chasing the rising fire in my core. Slick drips down my thighs, leaving a dark, glistening stain across his crotch.
My fingers dig into Ronan’s shoulders, not to push him away, but to hold on, as if he’s the only anchor in a world that’s dissolving into heat and hunger. His skin is fever-hot under my hands, muscles locked tight, quivering with the effort of staying still. Every breath he takes is ragged, his essence thickening the air until it’s all I can taste, all I can feel, sinking into my lungs, my skin, my blood.
My hips move without thought, an instinctive, undulating rhythm, rolling against the hard ridge of his cock. Each drag sends sparks shooting through me, my clit throbbing, my slick soaking through the thin barrier of fabric between us.
"Good girl," he thrums. "That's it. Let yourself go. Give yourself the pleasure you need."
My breath catches as a sweet, sharp jolt uncoils through me and a shock of intense pleasure wrenches a cry from my throat. My back arches, nails biting into Ronan’s shoulders as my body clenches around nothing.
Ronan thrusts his hips up as I grind against him, strengthening the hardness I ache for. My movements turn frantic, my thighs shaking as I chase the inferno licking up my spine. The tension builds until my vision blurs.
My body bows, every nerve alight, pleasure erupting through me. For one suspended moment, I’m weightless. I hear myself sob, a broken, shattered sound, as an orgasm rips through me, relentless, consuming, stealing my breath, my thoughts. Everything as white light funnels around me.
Ronan cock jerks beneath me. His groan is a roll of thunder under my hands and damp warmth grows against my skin. I vaguely realize he’s orgasmed too, without even being inside me. I crumple against Ronan’s chest, boneless and spent, my body wracked with tremors. Each desperate breath drags in his scent, grounding me even as every inch of my skin is flayed open. My feverish,oversensitive nerves still spark. The insides of my thighs are slick, every muscle slack except the ones still fluttering with aftershocks.
That was. Gods, I can hardly believe it. An orgasm. Myfirst.
Everything is soft and shaky. My body won’t move, and I can’t find my voice. I just lie there, pressed to Ronan’s chest, heart racing, barely breathing, waiting for the world to crash back in. He says nothing, just strokes my hair. For a moment, I almost believe I’m safe. I close my eyes, afraid to break the spell.
I’d heard the whispering of Omegas when I was young and naive, listening to their fantasies in the dark but none had warned me about the reality. The way it’s like drowning and flying, like being unspooled down to the marrow, every scrap of ache devoured by a rush of blinding pleasure. The way it took me apart with the force of a star burning out, then dropped me helpless and half-mad in the aftermath.
A deep purr rolls from Ronan’s chest so low it thrums through my bones, a sound I feel as well as hear. The shiver it sends through me is as intense as the afterglow.
He’s pleased. With me. His body radiates satisfaction and heat, as if my coming apart in his arms is everything he’s ever wanted.
That thought burns down my spine, fusing shame and desire into something I can’t untangle. Embarrassment sparks inside me, but a hotter, sweeter pride blooms above it. I hide my face against his chest with a shuddering whimper, unable to meet his eyes, longing to disappear into his skin because heat is stroking high inside me.
I need a breath, a moment to collect the pieces of myself scattered all over this male but the relief is already draining away, replaced by a cruel wave of fresh, hungry ache. As though my body is wanting to make up for every denied release through all the heats I’ve suffered through.
Aftershocks ripple through me when the heat surges back, licking even higher, spreading through my belly. My core tightens, greedy and empty, the urgent desire refusing to fade.
This can’thappen so soon.
Not this fast.
Not this hungry.
Shame licks up my throat. I’ve barely come undone in Ronan’s arms and already I’m clenching around nothing, slick dripping fresh between my thighs. Worse than the physical need is the horrified understanding that this isn’t just my heat. It’s them. Their scents, their voices, the way they look at me. It’s the bond, sinking its teeth deeper, and I can’t figure out how to fight it when part of me wants to bare my throat and beg for their bite.
Ronan’s purr vibrates against my cheek where I’m collapsed against his chest. His fingers stroke my spine, slow and reverent, but his cock is still hard beneath me, twitching with every ragged breath he takes. He knows how I feel. Of course he knows.
