Page 46 of Ruin Me Knot
Jax catches my bottom lip between his, a soft nip that sends sparks to the base of my spine. His tongue traces the seam of my mouth, licking slow and coaxing, asking for what he already knows I want to give.
Heat pools in my belly, thighs tensing from the pressure growing inside and I start to rock on Ronan’s heavy erection beneath me. I melt under every slow drag of Jax’s tongue, every gentle stroke and retreat.
Every motion is a promise. He lets me linger in control, before a deeper stroke and the light scrape of his teeth leave a tremor in my chest. The world shrinks to nothing but these Alphas surrounding me. Supporting me, as the glow inside me burns brighter.
Jax drags his lips over mine, like he’s reluctant to let go. His breath ghosts across my mouth. "You’re perfect, Sunshine. I mean it. You’re everything."
His honeyed voice pours over me, sinking under my skin, stealing the rest of my air. Heat surges where my body meets his, and I want to taste him all over again, to let his quiet reverence fill my head, but a deeper ache grows inside me, building at the memory of another pair of hands.
Ronan’s fingers close around the back of my neck, pulling me from Jax to him. His touch anchors me, holding me right where he wants me. His eyes are dark. This is no civilized distance. He doesn’t hide the hunger blazing there.
My core ripples and slick drips from me. "Fuck," I whisper.
His eyes blaze with an inferno. "Did you just curse, Kitten?"
A whimper steals past my lips as his scent coils around me, thick and spiced and delicious. His fingers dip into my hips, his palm branding my skin where he cages me. His nostrils flare. "No one could have prepared us for you. You’re not what I expected. You’re so much better than my feeble imagination could ever come up with. Never dim your light, Omega. Not for anyone. It’s fucking breathtaking."
Desire crackles at every touch, every word, every breath. I wind my arms around his neck, crushing my breasts against his chest. I ache for his mouth, his power, his devotion pressed into me. I lean in, lost to hunger, to the sweet gravity of belonging, and close the last sliver of distance between us.
His mouth crushes over mine, his grip unyielding at my nape, the other arm braced around my waist. There’s no hesitation in him, only deep, anchored intent. Every motion is claim and sanctuary, his lips hard and sure, demanding surrender and promising safety. He tastes me deeply, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, capturing every gasp and moan, relentless in the quiet hunger he finally unleashes on me.
He tilts my head, deepening the kiss, staking out his place in me with every breath. His energy is all hot, visceral, uncompromising Alpha. I fist his shirt, helpless against the dark, magnetic pull of him.
Our scents intertwine in a riot of our demands. Together, they’re more than home. They’re heaven, thick on my tongue, painting the space around us goldenwith belonging and hunger. The throb of arousal is everywhere. A frantic ache grows low in my belly and slick pools between my thighs. My hips move on their own, grinding against the thick, unmistakable swell of his knot growing hard beneath me. I chase my pleasure shamelessly, breath ragged, sobbing his name into his mouth every time he arches to meet my grind.
There’s no space between us, nothing to separate where I stop and he starts. All I know is this ache and this all-consuming desire to come undone for him. Pressure coils inside me with every grind, hotter and sharper, a tight ache blooming into something electric. Every sound that tumbles out of me is desperate, whimpering, lost to the glide between my thighs, my whole world narrowing to the thick press of his knot and the delicious contact driving me higher.
Ronan drags his mouth from mine, gasping, jaw rough against my skin. "Kitten, let me help you. Please."
I whine, caught between wanting to bite down on his mouth again, greedy for every rough brush of lips, and drinking in the sweet promise in his words. Every heartbeat without his lips on mine is too much. I want him everywhere, all at once.
Ronan answers my wordless plea with a hard, consuming kiss that steals the rest of my air. His hand slips from my waist, knuckles brushing along my stomach, fingers moving with certainty. He finds the soft seam of my sex, sliding lower, and the pad of his thumb finds my clit. He circles, careful at first then heavier, slow and insistent. The sensation shoots clean through me, and sparks snap up my spine as my thighs clench around his hips.
His touch pushes me to the razor edge. A moan drags from the depths of my body and into his mouth as Ronan’s thumb works my clit, finding a rhythm that shreds every thought from my mind. Each stroke builds the pleasure tighter, sharper, heat curling and coiling until it’s too much to hold.
I rock my hips into his hand, chasing every perfect circle, every drag and tap. He holds me against him, not letting me escape as he drives me higher. Intensepulsing crashes through me and I throw back my head, mouth open, a broken cry ripped from the center of my being as my entire body goes taut.
Ronan keeps working my clit, thumb pressing, circling, until I’m shaking so hard I can’t bear another second as I shatter. The climax drags on and on, each aftershock pulling another gasp from my lips, body strung out and straining, until I slump, spent, boneless and slack against his chest.
He gathers me close, his palm soothing now, voice thick with pride as he kisses my hair. "That’s my girl. My good, perfect Omega."
Chapter Twenty-One
Leah
The world is warm beneath me, everything weighted and soft, offering comfort that seeps into my bones before full wakefulness returns. A furnace burns beneath my cheek. My whole body is warm and toasty, which is strange. I’m so used to the all-pervading cold that never goes away. My mattress rises and falls, and a steady thump drumming in my ear.
My sleep haze clears instantly. My eyes snap open and I lift my head to find myself draped across Ronan’s lap, knees tucked against his sides. His palm rests on my back under a blanket, heat from his skin sinks into me. The press of rain against thick pine branches, roots deep and unmoving cradles mewith a living comfort I can’t explain. All I know is the muscle-deep sense of safety that keeps me from bolting.
His jaw is sculpted with dark shadow, bristles adding depth to the hollow of his cheek and the straight line of his jaw. His lashes create shadows under his eyes. He’s still all Alpha sharp lines and angles, but softer somehow in sleep. Vulnerable.
Some brittle part of me thinks if I stay still enough he won’t notice how close I’ve let myself become. But then Ronan shifts beneath me and wakes. One instant he’s asleep, then his dark lashes lift to reveal deep caramel eyes that lock onto me and drink in every part of me.
He smiles and his eyes brighten with an inner light. "Hey, Kitten. How did you sleep?"
Something in me buckles under the weight of being looked at like that. Happy, joyful, and somehow so glad just to see me awake on his lap. I can’t move. I can barely look away. That smile devastates something old and frozen in me. For a moment, I feel beautiful and claimed just being here, tangled up in Ronan’s joy.
"I slept," I say.
