Page 70 of Knot Enough
My sandy-feeling eyes struggled to open. I nestled deeper into the warm blankets. Everything that happened with Valerie fucked with my head. Immediate tears flooded my eyes.
She was officially gone. The one person in my family, no, in the world that I believed cared for me, even if it was a smidgen. Yet, all I felt was relief. I was glad she was gone . . . what type of person did that make me?
The tears wouldn’t stop. I pulled the comforter over my head, nestling deeper into the bed.
Good thing the guys weren’t in here . . .
“Lena?”
Axel’s soft voice intercepted my sniffle.
Shit.
Of course, one of them was always on ‘Lena duty’.
“I’m fine,” I croaked. The bed creaked under his weight on the left, and I rolled the slightest bit toward him. A large palm settled on my head over the blanket.
“Little Omega?” Axel murmured, and I let out another sob, not able to contain it.
The blanket was yanked out of my fingers, and my face felt cold as soon as the air hit the dampness on my cheeks.
Axel frowned down at me.
“Talk to me, honey,” he said gruffly. My lip trembled and I bit it.
He cupped my face and swiped his thumbs across the crest of my cheeks. I studied his broad features. There was nothing but gentleness in the green depths.
“I just.” I licked my lips and tried again. “I feel bad for not feeling bad.” I groaned and closed my eyes. “Then I can’t stop thinking: What if you guys realize you’ve made a mistake with me?” Now that it was all out there like that, it felt even more stupid.
“There’s too much going up in there.” He tapped my temple. I opened my eyes to see him an inch from my nose.
Axel slid his hands under my head, framing my jaw with his thumbs.
“What you need is to stop thinking,” he murmured, his vanilla-scented breath filling my nose.
“Is she okay?” Oak’s voice reached me before he leaned into my peripheral. I couldn’t turn to look at him with Axe grabbing my face.
“She will be. She just needs a bit of distraction,” Axel murmured. “Hold her still.”
Oak didn’t need to be told twice. The bed dipped under his weight, and my attention bounced from Axel sliding down my body, his hands gliding along my thighs, to Oak nestling next to me, his arm banding under my breasts.
My breathing elevated, and I turned my gaze back down to Axel, tugging the blanket out from under me. I’d slipped on one of Kane’s shirts after my bath, so it was easy access.
Axel exposed my pink panties, and he dragged his fingertips over the lace fabric.
“Sexy,” he murmured gruffly. He slowly slid his fingertips into the top and pulled them down my legs. Once he dragged itto my ankle, he freed one foot and widened my thighs to fit him, settling between them.
The stretch in my joints was notable because of his size. He lowered and blew against my needy core. My lips parted, and I watched, on edge. The dark blond of his hair fell forward in an artful mess. Axel kept my gaze, and his tongue glided up to my clit. I stiffened, instinctively trying to push up, but Oak stopped my efforts.
The muscles cording his arm were sexy. I relaxed into the mattress, my lips parted from how much I panted. Oak nuzzled against my hair.
Axel repeated the slow lick. I shivered, and I slid my hand down until I reached Oak’s cock. With my hand shoved in his pants, I gripped him hard. His hips lifted toward my touch.
Axel shoved his tongue deep, and I cried out, my chest heaving. Precum dripped onto my hand, and I used it to make the glide on Oak’s cock easier.
The pace Axel was going at did nothing to help my breathing situation. The bed jolted from his thrusts against it, bouncing me repeatedly.
“Grab your cock,” I breathed.
