Page 84 of Ruin Me Knot
"Need you, Alpha. Please, please, I need you. Gabriel, now…"
She rises, gripping my aching cock and guiding me to her entrance before sinking down in one fluid, devastating motion. The silk-tight squeeze of her cunt is fucking sublime, pleasure and agony splintering through me. Her heat, her want, the urgent clutch of her body lights me up from the inside, love and lust and gratitude coming apart in my chest and she sinks. Rises. Sinks again. She’s glorious, and she’s mine, riding me like she was never meant for anything but this.
"Gods, Omega. Use me however you want," I groan, voice ragged as she grinds down on me.
I bracket Leah’s hips, fingertips denting her soft skin to help give her exactly what she craves. What I hunger for, too. The fit is perfection. Her body clings to me, greedy and wet. Slick gushes down my thighs with every bounce. The scent of it hits me, so thick and ripe it’s narcotic—heady and sweet, overlaid by the unmistakable thrum of pure Omega in heat. Her longing is so raw in the air it coats my tongue, makes my cock throb harder with every rise and fall of her around me.
She rides me in a frantic, broken rhythm, whimpers falling from her throat as my knot swells, throbbing every time her body drops down, teasing me. I want to last for her, chase her pleasure until she can’t remember anything but my name. I want to offer her everything my body and soul can provide.
Ronan teases her nipples to aching points until she gasps and arches, pressing her chest up into his touch as she works my cock. His mouth closes over one peaked nipple, sucking, biting, tongue flicking until she cries out.
Jax trails kisses along the nape of her neck. Then his arm snakes around her, hand finding her clit, circling gentle at first, then faster, matching the frantic roll of her hips. "That’s it, sweet Omega. Let go for us. We’ve got you."
She clutches at my shoulders, her whole rhythm stuttering as hunger overtakes her.
Ronan rasps, "She wants more."
Ronan eases her off my cock. The loss is agony and relief, my slick-soaked shaft pulsing with a desperate urge to bury myself back inside her before he plants her on her hands and knees in the center of the bed.
"Gabriel, get behind her and give her what she's craving. Jax, feed her your cock."
Jax kneels before her. He cradles her jaw as he glides his cock head along her bottom lip. "Open up, Sunshine. Taste me. Suck on me as much as you want."
She parts her lips, and he eases inside her mouth as she releases a soft sigh. He moans, head falling back as her cheeks hollow, sucking him hard. I slide behind Leah, grip her hip and notch my cock against her entrance. Her slick is everywhere, coating my length and shining down her pale thighs as I feed myself back into her welcoming body. The fit is obscene. Perfect. Sublime.
She moans around Jax’s cock as I drive into her with long, deep thrusts, moving her toward unrestrained, shuddering pleasure. Her perfume floods my cock and thighs, swirling around me and clouding my mind. Reason, caution, even language slip away until I’m drunk on her, every nerve and heartbeat aching for more. Pressure builds in my knot, and I battle the insistent urge to lock myself inside her.
A shudder works through me as she milks me with frenzied, erratic clenches, her hips frantic and gorgeous in my grasp. The elation—Gods, thehonor—of her choosing me, of her planting herself on my cock and taking what she needs, roots itself down in my marrow. I never want to forget this.
Leah wild, Leah wanton, Leah fucking mine. Mine.
Mine.
Leah’s moans shift into the desperate, sobbing cadence she makes when she’s right on the edge. Her body clamps and flutters around me. The heat and pressure in my knot intensifies. I press in, my hips flush to her ass and let my swollen knot push inside. There’s a moment of perfect, agonizing resistance before I breachher. My knot swells, wedged tight inside her as her walls convulse around me in a grip so fierce I groan through clenched teeth. She screams, the sound muffled by the length of Jax’s cock in her mouth, her body caught between us, helpless in the riot of sensation we give her.
Jax groans, head falling back as he feeds his cum to her. She gulps it down as best she can before he eases out of her mouth. She sinks down, abdomen tightening as an orgasm ripples through her. The world goes black around the edges as my release breaks free. I fill her, surge after surge of cum spilling into her as her cunt spasms.
I lose myself to an animal urgency as my teeth find her shoulder, venom flooding my mouth but before I can sink my fangs into her skin, Ronan clamps my nape and yanks me up.
I let out a choking gasp, jaw snapping shut on empty air. Gods, I almost lost myself. I understand how Ronan nearly went there too. I force myself to climb back from that edge, grateful and strung out, still locked inside her. My knot keeps us joined so tightly that every aftershock in her body vibrates into mine.
Leah collapses, boneless, completely undone. I gather her in my arms and drape her over my body as I lean back against the headboard. My eyes drift shut as I kiss her temple, every limb heavy and loose and spent. I cradle her head to my neck, eyes drifting shut, every inch of me pulsing with aftershocks, bliss, relief. My Omega, locked on my knot. My heart’s never been so full.
Chapter Forty
Jax
Leah’s heat has burned for hours. We’ve tended to her with everything we have, knotting her, feeding her sips of water and broth when her body can stand it, holding her through every crest and shattered aftershock. Now we’re collapsed around her, spent and grateful for the brief hush while she sleeps draped over Gabriel, sated on his knot.
Adrian’s voice sounds through the speaker. "Nesting materials picked out by Mira and Emma are outside your door. Let me know if you need more. I’m going to push the parcelthrough now."
Relief surges through me so deep I close my eyes for a heartbeat. Finally, something she needs. "Thank you, Adrian," Ronan says, his voice soft under the gravel.
But the speaker stays live; there’s a pause, not quite silence, and then Adrian’s voice sharpens, careful. "I…need another blood sample. There’s something in Leah’s bloodwork we haven’t seen before."
My instincts light up, prickling hot along my spine. "What is it, Adrian?"
Adrian’s voice is slow when he answers. "Your Omega is infected with the Mortalis Strain, but…not in any way I’ve ever seen. It looks different to the way it normally presents. I need more blood to run a number of tests we don’t usually do."
