Page 55 of Ruin Me Knot
She turns her head, her gaze falling on Ronan, then Jax kneels so close he’s getting covered in the cool tide of water.
"Alpha, need…knot. Please," she whispers.
My heart trips, stops, then pounds hard. My bond brothers’ eyes burn back, hungry and stricken, mirroring the same hopeful terror shooting through me. I want to tell her yes. Yes, we’ll give her everything, but she’s not in her right mind to give consent. She’s been betrayed enough. I won’t take advantage of her the way every other asshole has in her life.
I draw my thumb across her bottom lip. She responds instinctively and sucks the tip into her mouth. Her silky tongue swirls over the pad and my body clenches. I swear I feel the ghost of her mouth pulsing straight to the root of me. My groan echoes around the shower stall as my toes clench.
"Careful, Gabe." Warning is stitched into Ronan’s words.
I flash my teeth, something half-feral in my throat. "You think I’m going to take advantage of her in this state? I’m stronger than that, Ronan."
"I know. I’m just checking. She’s…" His gaze flicks to Leah, where my thumb leaves her mouth, and she follows with a desperate whimper. "She’s irresistible. She’s our scent-matched mate and she’s hurting."
My breath shoots out in a tight, ragged exhale. Her hunger is a wildfire, sparking, crawling over my skin and burrowing into my bones. My knot would soothe her. I could give her exactly what she craves to ease her torment, but not without her consent. Her hips begin to move, seeking the drag she longs for.
"Please…need…hurts…" Her hands scramble at my chest, searching for purchase. "Please, Alpha—"
"I’m going to touch you where you hurt, Sweetheart. Are you ready for my touch?" I ask.
A whimper steals past her lips as she nods. I slide my hand between her thighs to find slick seeping hot and sweet through the material of her sweats. Her perfume coats the air more potently than before. Her breaths come fast as I caress her clit. Her mouth part with a keen as she grips my wrist and grinds against my fingers.
"Alpha. Please." The desperation in her voice is a spear to my soul.
She’s sunk so far into her heat that touching her the way we have isn’t going to sate her. Whether it’s because of her spiral, or that she was triggered by the person she saw doesn’t matter. All I care about is my Omega writhing in agony.
"Jax, get the box of supplies. It’s in the nest in the cabinet. There’s a…" I swallow, hating the urge but loving I can give her this. "There’s a dildo in there. With a knot. She’ll want it."
I’m glad we stocked this safe house with anything and everything an Omega could require in an emergency heat. I just never thought we’d use any of it with our own Omega.
"On it." Water sprays as Jax dashes out of the bathroom.
Ronan brushes the damp hair off Leah’s brow. "Good thinking, Gabe. She’s desperate. Let’s get her prepared enough to take it."
A guttural sound tears from someplace deep inside her that's all instinct and no reason. Her back arches off the shower tiles as another vicious cramp wracks her. Her fingers scrabble at my chest, nails biting through the thin cotton of my shirt. The fabric gives way with a sickening rip that echoes off the tile.
Ronan blocks the spray with his body and kneels beside her. He circles her fragile wrists. "Stop, Omega. You will hurt yourself. Let me undress you."
She whimpers, but the tightness in her muscles loosens as Ronan peels off her soaked sweats. The fabric clings to her skin, resisting for one terrible moment before yielding. "Easy, Omega. We've got you."
Leah moans, the sound dripping with both relief and fresh torment. Her head lolls to the side, strands of hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. Even drowning in heat and pain, her thighs press together in an instinctive protective gesture. Her instincts trust us, but old wounds run deeper than reason. Her muscles remember the hurt and brace for it no matter how gently we hold her. She still carries that violence in her bones, carved so deep that even our care can’t erase it. I’d take it from her if I could, bear it myself, but the only thing I can do is hold her and pray each day unwinds some of that fear.
Ronan moves with deliberate slowness as he peels the soaked sweatshirt from Leah's trembling body. The fabric clings stubbornly to her damp skin, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of flushed, fevered flesh. As he lifts the hem past her ribs, shadows of her physical trauma mar her delicate skin, making me vow for the millionth time that pay day is coming for the people who hurt her.
But Gods. She's breathtaking.
Even starved and broken, she's all Omega curves and vulnerability. Her collarbones stand too prominent, yet they frame the perfect swell of her breasts so beautifully it makes my mouth water. As the last of the fabric clears her body, her scent explodes between us, her rose laced with dark, rich musk.
She writhes in my lap, thrusting out her beasts as her head lolls against my shoulder. "Please." Her fingers scrabble at my thighs, blunt nails digging into my sweats. "Touch, please…"
Ronan’s voice is rough velvet as he murmurs, "I’ve got you, Kitten." Impossibly tender, he slides his hands over her thighs and brushes the delicate creases where her legs meet her hips, coaxing them apart.
The water pours over her like liquid silver, rivulets catching the dim light as they race down her stomach. Droplets linger on her flushed folds, before Ronan’s hot breath gusts over them.
She jerks, a whimper tearing from her throat, but Ronan holds her firm. "It’s okay. This will help."
He licks a slow path along her open seam, dragging the flat of his tongue from her dripping entrance to her throbbing clit. The sound she makes is half-sob, half-scream, her thighs shaking where they bracket his head.
Slick wells on his tongue before he swallows it down. Ronan groans against her, the sound bleeding with worship, his hands tightening to keep her open. Water sluices over them both, mingling with her slick as his tongue plunges inside her before his lips seal around her clit.
