Page 74 of Knot Enough
“I want my nes—home. Take me home,” I whimpered. Inhaling, his eyes darkened as he noted the change in my scent.
“Did you grab Oak?” Kane’s voice echoed to me, but I didn’t have the capacity to look at who he was talking to.
“I’m right here,” Oak said, hurrying past us and climbing into the passenger seat.
“Axe, drive,” Kane ordered. Grimm held the door open, and Kane slid inside, settling me on his lap. Rath scooted in next to Kane, and Grimm sat on his other side. My ass settled on Kane, and I wiggled, feeling the pressure under me.
“I want to go home,” I repeated, wriggling. Kane’s hand smoothed down my side in comforting little glides. “I want . . . I want . . .”
Kane delved into my shorts, and his finger curved into my panties. The cold touch against my clit sent a wave of desire through my core. I whimpered and arched.
“Spread your legs, little monster,” Rath murmured, his hand on my knee forcing my legs open. It allowed Kane’s fingers to roll inside my channel. I cried out. “So needy.”
Rath slid his hand against Kane’s and shoved two fingers beside Kane’s.
I moaned and reached over, gripping Rath’s cock. Rath groaned. It made me hotter. My mouth watered with the urge to have him against my tongue. I leaned to the side until I could reach him. The glide of Kane’s and Rath’s fingers continuing and adjusting with my change of position. I lay on my side across their laps, my ass nestled against Kane’s abs.
I leaned over and took Rath in my mouth. The warm, silky skin rubbed against my tongue. I moaned, licking him.
“Get home, fucking quick,” he choked out.
I moaned and bit his dick.
He grunted, and a jet of precum coated my tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned. The sound of their pleasure was music to my ears.
THIRTY-EIGHT
The world outside the windows was a blur of streetlights, but all I could focus on was the fire licking through my veins. The familiar hum of the car engine cut as silence enveloped us. During the short ride, I’d made Kane and Rath come down my throat, and slick ran down my thigh. All I could think of since leaving the club was having all of them: their bodies on mine, their cocks filling me, their hands claiming.
“We’re here,” Axel’s voice was strained, the car door opening with a sharp click. Kane’s hand on my side was a cold brand against my burning skin. I whimpered, arching into the touch, my body writhing with desperate need.More.
Kane lifted me from his lap and held me against his chest as we moved toward the house. My head was tucked into his neck; I breathed in his amber scent that promised relief. Axel opened the front door before I was carried inside.
“Room,” I whimpered, a new wave of need overwhelming me. “I need our room.”
Kane rushed upstairs. The others were close behind, their hurried footsteps echoing in the quiet house. He pushed open a door, and a soft, earthy scent hit me—moist dirt, grass, and ahint of something clean, like fresh air after a storm, and smoke. It was the smell of my pack.
He set me down; my feet hit the ground, and I stumbled, but arms held me upright. I blinked, my hand brushing down his chest. The room was empty except for a pile of pillows, blankets, and soft clothes in the center. My breathing hitched.
Where the bed should have been, now lay a nest. I’d needed our room, and they’d brought it to me, but now, it was more. With shaky steps, I approached the nest.My nest.I fell to my knees as wetness coated my cheeks. I reached out, tentatively touching the pillows. Kane knelt beside me, his hand on my back.
“Do you like it?” Axel asked from somewhere behind me.
“We can change whatever you don’t like. It’s empty. . . but we figured you’d want to design the space,” Kane murmured.
Another wave washed over me, causing me to curl inward, but even as pain furled in my belly, a sense of peace took hold. I was home; this was my nest, and it would be okay.Afterwe fixed a few things. It wasn’t ready yet, but my heart sang.
“Help me,” I croaked.
“Whatever you need,” Kane murmured as heavy footfalls rushed to my side. I looked up to find Axel holding a handful of blankets. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I batted a tear as it rolled down the side of my face and yanked them from his arms. They fell to the ground in a pile, and I sorted through them, lifting one by one and inhaling. I tossed it aside, and then another.
“Too new. Bring meusedblankets,” I hissed. Grimm brought pillows, arranging them around me. He didn’t try to touch or comfort me; he tried to help. Oak laid a plush, soft blanket on my lap. The scent of him and Rath was so strong, I quickly snatched it up and spread it out along the outside of my nest.
Mynest.
In my peripheral vision, someone took a knee at my side. I wanted to see who it was, but the need to ease out the wrong crease was greater. Inhaling, I took in Axel’s scent. He was back, but this time with his shirt. I seized it from him and ran it over every surface. Garments fell onto my head and in front of me. I was about to let out a growl when I realized what they were. Boxers, briefs, all used. I looked up to find Rath, but the mix of my alpha’s musk sent another wave through me, and a gush of slick pooled around me.
