Page 57 of Ruin Me Knot
The sight of her blissed-out one second and writhing in torment the next sends a surge of protectiveness through me so fierce it damn near chokes me. My jaw clenches, fingers flexing against her, frustration and helplessness warring inside me.
Ronan's voice is a rumble of command as he settles on the shower floor, his massive frame molding against the tile. "Pass her to me, brother."
I barely hesitate before shifting her limp weight into his waiting arms. She whimpers as Ronan pulls her back against the solid wall of his chest, her thighs spread wide over his lap. Leah sprawls against him, head lolling on his shoulder, eyes half-lidded from exhaustion or bliss. Her hair tumbles over Ronan’s arm in tangled waves. Hues of high color bloom on her cheeks and throat, a contrast to the bare, splayed openness of her body. Her pussy is pink, slick with her arousal as she spreads her thighs.
Ronan fondles her breast with his broad palm, his thumb flicking over her nipples until it pebbles beneath his touch while he paints slow circles on her clit with his other hand. She tosses her head back, squirming in his lap.
"A-Alpha!" She cries out as her hips buck.
Ronan's fingers glide through her slick, gathering it before dragging it back up to circle her clit again. Every movement is instinct, her hips grinding down against Ronan’s teasing fingers while her keening cries echo off the tiles.
Gods, she’s perfect.
"Jax." Ronan’s voice is gravel wrapped in silk. "Grab the sex toy, kneel in front of her and coat it in her slick. I don’t want to hurt her when you insert it."
I position myself between Leah’s spread thighs, her muscles straining as I guide the tip of the toy through her dripping folds.
"Here, Omega. This will feel good for you," I rasp.
Her hips jerk, a punched-out moan spilling from her lips as I gather her slick in slow, deliberate strokes through her slit, coating the dildo thick enough to make it glisten. I take my time, letting the evidence of her arousal shimmer under the shower’s spray. The scent of her clings to my fingers, potent enough to make my own throat tighten.
Ronan’s fingers never stop their slow, circling torment against her clit. He cups her breast with his other hand, thumb brushing back and forth over her nipple until it peaks taut under his touch.
"Omega," he murmurs, his lips grazing her ear. "Look at Gabriel. Look at your Alpha. Your mate."
Her eyes snap to Gabriel where he stands beside us, his fist sliding along his cock. He’s watching her with near-pained restraint, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he drinks in the sight of her spread out.
"Would you like him in your mouth, Kitten?" Ronan’s voice is velvet-wrapped steel.
Her breath catches, her lashes fluttering. Slick spills over my fingers as she whines and her hips rock instinctively toward the dildo I’m teasing her entrance with.
"Tell us, Omega. Would you like your mate’s cock in your mouth?" Ronan asks again, his fingers never faltering.
"P-Please," she gasps. "Want…Mate."
Gabriel’s groan is ragged before he whispers. "Fuck. She called me mate. Keep talking to her like that, Ronan."
Ronan nods. Even in the blur of her instincts, he’s relentlessly deliberate in naming us as her mates, as hers. Trying to carve new pathways in her mind and rewrite what was broken by years of isolation and violence.
She’s split down the seam, severed from her Omega just to survive. If we can reach her when she’s sunk into her most elemental self, some part of her might begin to stitch back together. If she hears it over and over while she’s wide open and all instinct that we are hers and she is ours, the divide inside her may not feel so vast. Maybe it will rewrite the old script. Maybe she’ll let herself be whole, even for a breath.
"Slow, brother," Ronan orders, his grip tightening on her hip. "Let her taste you first."
Gabriel cups the back of her head. "Come mate. Let me give you what you want."
She parts her lips, and he glides his cock along her bottom lip. Her pink tongue darts over the slit, gathering up his precum. Her eyes close and she shudders.
"Do you like that, little mate? Would you like your Alpha to give you more? You’ll have to tell me, Omega. Tell me you want your mate."
Her eyes flutter open. She stares at his cock and then slowly, she reaches up and closes her fingers around his knot. "Please. Mate, please."
"Good Omega. Perfect Omega. Sweet girl." Ronan sweeps his cheek across her neck, marking her with his scent.
She moans as she parts her lips, and Gabriel carefully feeds his cock into her mouth. Her lips close around the head with a quiet, eager hum.
Ronan's voice is rough as his fingers continue their torturous circles on her clit. "Do you want your other Alpha to give you a knot, little one? Jax will soothe what hurts. Just say yes, so he knows you want him."
Leah's stormy gaze finds mine and scorches through me. A soft hum vibrates in her throat as her hips shift, her slick dripping down my fingers where I grip the toy. The unspoken yes is as clear as if she'd shouted it.
