Page 27 of Ruin Me Knot
My chest tightens. This trust, this moment, issacred.
"I’m going to touch your leg. I’ll go nice and slow." She doesn’t answer, but her gaze drops back to where I touch her, and her breaths deepen. I move slowly, letting her see every intention. My fingers skim her calf, feather-light, gauging her reaction. When she doesn’t tense, doesn’t pull away, I trail higher and around the inside of her knee.
"Is this okay, Omega?" I murmur.
She whimpers and parts her knees. I glimpse her glossy thighs and peek at the pink slit between them. When she moves, the towel drops from her shoulders and reveals her body.
It takes all my control not to react.
I see everything andholy fucking Godsdammit.
Her body is a canvas of cruelty.
Purpling bruises wrap around her ribs. Finger-shaped marks mar the soft skin of her hips. A scar curves beneath her breast.
Hardwick did this.
Leah called them experiments. I call it torture.
My vision tints red, my canines aching. Jax muffles a curse so rough it cracks. Our pack bond swells, Ronan’s warning to control ourselves rippling with thunder.
I exhale.
She is here. With us. And we will fix this. For now, she needs us in a way only her mates can give her. She needs softness instead of cruelty. Care instead of neglect. Safety and gentleness and …and love.
She needs love so badly, but I don’t think she knows what it looks like.
We’ll teach her. Starting now.
Gently, I trail my fingers along her thigh. As tension coils under her skin, I sweep my thumb in slow, soothing circles.
Her stomach cramps, her body jerking, and a fresh wave of slick spills from her pussy, glistening on her thighs. Fresh roses drench the air. She whimpers, pain threading the sound.
Ronan’s voice scrapes low. "Don’t make her wait, brother."
My gaze rises to her face to see the flush of her cheeks. The strain around her eyes. "I’m going to touch you now," I tell her, my voice thick. "Just where you want me to. Where you need me to."
My first touch is a whisper. Just the pad of my finger tracing her soaked slit. She’s drenched, swollen, so soft and hot my mouth waters. I circle her clit, feather-light, and she jerks, a broken sound spilling from her lips.
I increase the pressure, just slightly. "That’s it, Sweetheart.”
Her hips lift a fraction, chasing the sensation as a soft mewl falls past her plump lips.
"She likes it, Gabe. Keep going," Jax says.
When my fingers first slip inside her, her thighs part wider, her body arching off Ronan’s lap with a shuddering gasp. She’s drenched. So slick, my fingers glide effortlessly between her folds, sinking into her tight, molten core. Her eyes flutter closed, and she drops her head against Ronan’s shoulder.
So fucking perfect.
My fingers disappear into her, her soft pink flesh clinging deliciously to me. Her clit throbs under the slow circles of my thumb. Fresh rose and spiced anise explodes around us, so thick and intoxicating I’m thrown into a thicket of blooms.
She sinks her teeth into her lower lip. Her hands fist in the couch cushions as I angle my fingers just right, dragging another broken whimper from her chest. "Alpha."
"Keep going." Ronan’s hands flex on her hips where he holds her steady. "She’s close, brother."
Her breaths come ragged, her walls fluttering around my fingers, her hips rocking desperately against my hand. I can do so much better than just my fingers. My mouth waters with the want driving through my body.
"I want to taste you, Omega." My voice is so rough. "Please. Will you let me?"
