Page 26 of Ruin Me Knot
I shift in his lap, hips grinding against the heavy, unyielding bulk of him. A desperate sound slides out before I can stop it. His purr stutters, breath hissing through his teeth. I squeeze my eyes shut. The words tear out of me like a confession. "Alpha, please. More.’"
"Fuck," Ronan growls, the word thick and rough as he touches my forehead. "You’re burning up, Kitten."
I am. I’m so hot. Burning alive. Incinerated from the inside out. Heat rolls through me, sharpening to a vicious point, beating in time with every steady, hungry throb of Ronan’s body beneath mine. My mind reels, fractured between terror and want. I don’t want to be here. I want to run. I want to brace myself against the world and close every door.
But I want more.
I don’t.
I need.
I hesitate.
I burn for them.
I’m afraid.
In the end, my body betrays me. The compulsion erases everything but the ache in my core and the rising promise of relief. I drag in the air, find it spiced withzest, and desperation eclipses any fear holding me back. I lean into the delicious fragrance that calls to the deepest part of myself, and the Alpha throbbing under my skin. "Alpha, please. More."
Chapter Twelve
Gabriel
Ronan shifts her in his lap, turning Leah to face me, and Gods…
She’s flushed, her dark hair clinging to her sweat-slicked neck, eyes glassy with pleasure and lingering fear. Ronan’s hands cup her hips, holding her steady, but Leah’s chest rises fast, her breath uneven. Every inch of her is trembling, her skin still glowing from her first release.
Fuck.
She’s so beautiful, untamed and wrecked and so Godsdamned alive. Ronan’s still shaking. Still needing. I hate to imagine her like this, vulnerable andlost to her heat at the whim of those animals who forced this on her. Those who held her down and gave her no relief while they used her body for their own purposes.
She should never have suffered an unfulfilled heat. Never.
The thought claws at me, a snarl rising in my throat, but I force it down. I can’t give in to the rage. Not when she’s looking at me, like she’s waiting for me to ruin her.
I flick my gaze up to Ronan. His eyes are black with lust, but he gives me a single, sharp nod. "Go slow, brother."
Jax, from the corner, rumbles low, his dark gaze watching every minute detail of our Omega. "She’s still afraid of wanting us."
"I know." I know exactly what Jax means. Leah’s breathing is too quick, her fingers knotted tight, tendons straining. Even sinking into the depths of her heat, she’s still on edge. Parts of her aware that her compulsion comes at a price.
"Sweetheart," I murmur, dragging my voice into something lighter, teasing, anything to put an end to the nightmares in her head. "You look so pretty like this. All messy for us."
Her lips part on a hitch of breath and I rejoice on the inside.She’s hearing me.
"I’m going to touch you, now. Would that be all right? If I touch you?" Leah’s legs tremble, her thighs slick where they press together, but she doesn’t pull away when I wrap my fingers around her ankle. Her stormy eyes drop to where I’m touching her.
"Don’t fuck this up, brother," Jax says.
I resist the urge to throw him a death stare because he’s right. I tighten my grip a little and am rewarded with a sweet plume of her heady perfume. My head goes fuzzy and my cock jerks in my pants. The urge to rise over her, cover her with my body and scent, and sink into her warmth is too much to stop. But I do. I rein in every urge because she’s giving us this. Letting me touch her. Letting us look at her. It’s huge.
If she wasn’t suffering the effects of her heat, she wouldn’t let us anywhere near, but in giving way to her base instincts, she’strustingus, and I’ll chew off my own dick rather than sacrifice this major step.
She whines a soft, aching sound that carves straight through me. Her body tenses, warmth radiating from her skin in waves. My cock pulses in my jeans, but I grit my teeth and force the discomfort down. It doesn't matter how much I throb, how many days I’ll ache afterward. I don’t care. She’s gone through a thousand times worse than my small amount of suffering.
"Sweetheart." My voice is rough, but I keep it low. Gentle. "Can I touch you more? Do you need..." I swallow, willing my hands to stay steady even as my blood burns. "Do you need me to touch where it hurts?"
Her eyes flicker to mine, her breath coming too fast. She hesitates, just for a second. Her perfect lips part. "Alpha, please."
