Page 91 of Knot in Bloom
The way it’s supposed to. Like this desperate need is natural instead of something to battle. The relief of that thought alone is almost overwhelming.
Caleb moves first, scooping me up easily. The feeling of being carried makes my omega side purr with satisfaction. Being taken care of. Protected. Handled by my alphas.
My alphas. The thought settles in my chest like coming home.
The steps to my bedroom feel endless. Every step sends little jolts through my hypersensitive body, and by the time Caleb sets me down beside my bed, I’m trembling with need.
“Look at you,” Reid murmurs, his gaze traveling over my flushed skin. “So responsive already.”
I am responding. All of it. The years of fighting my biology, of proving I could handle everything alone, are crumbling under the weight of want. And for the first time, that doesn’t terrify me.
It feels like freedom.
“Help me,” I whisper, tugging at my sweater. The fabric feels rough against my overheated skin, and I need it gone.
Caleb’s hands replace mine, lifting the sweater over my head with careful reverence. The cool air hits my bare skin and I shiver, but not from cold. From anticipation.
“You’re incredible,” Levi breathes, his cedar scent wrapping around me like comfort itself.
They surround me then, three sets of hands mapping my body with increasing boldness. Caleb’s mouth finds my throat, pressing gentle kisses to my pulse point that make me arch toward him. Levi’s fingers trace patterns along my ribs that send sparks across my skin. Reid’s hands span my waist, thumbs stroking against my heated flesh.
“More,” I gasp, my hands reaching for them. I need to touch them too, need to feel their skin under my palms. “Please, I need more.”
“We know what you need,” Reid assures me, his mouth replacing Caleb’s at my throat. When his teeth graze my pulse point, I can’t hold back the soft moan that escapes.
They strip away my remaining clothes with efficient gentleness, leaving me bare and trembling beneath their hungry gazes. The way they look at me makes me feel powerful instead of vulnerable. Desired instead of exposed.
“So responsive,” Caleb observes, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “Look how you react to just being touched.”
He’s right. Every caress sends lightning through my system. When Levi’s mouth finds my breast, tongue circling my nipple, I cry out and arch against him. The sound seems to undo something in all three of them.
“That’s it,” Reid encourages, his hand sliding down to cup me where I’m already slick with need. “Let us hear how good we make you feel.”
When his fingers brush against my core, I nearly come apart at the simple contact. “I’m already so slick,” I gasp, embarrassment and arousal warring in my chest.
“Exactly how you should be for us,” Caleb says, settling between my spread thighs. His breath is warm against my most sensitive skin, making me tremble with anticipation.
The first touch of his mouth against my core makes me scream. Not a polite gasp but a raw, desperate sound that speaksto how far gone I am. He doesn’t start gentle because my body won’t allow for gentle. His tongue works my clit with focused intensity while his fingers stretch me open.
“Oh god,” I sob, my hands fisting in his hair. “That feels so good.”
“Give us everything,” Levi murmurs against my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple. “Don’t hold back.”
I couldn’t hold back if I tried. When the first orgasm builds, it tears through me like lightning, leaving me shaking and gasping. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and for a few moments I can’t do anything but ride the waves as they crash over me.
When the intensity finally starts to fade, I become aware of gentle hands stroking my hair, my arms, my legs. Soothing touches that help anchor me back to reality.
“Breathe,” Caleb murmurs softly, pressing kisses to my inner thigh. “Just breathe through it.”
I do, taking shaky breaths while the aftershocks slowly ebb. That’s when I notice how parched my throat is, how much I’m still trembling.
Levi seems to read my need before I can voice it, reaching for the water glass on my nightstand. “Here,” he says gently, helping me sit up enough to drink. “Small sips.”
The cool water feels incredible against my dry throat. I hadn’t even realized how dehydrated I’d gotten until the liquid hits my system.
Reid disappears briefly, returning with a soft washcloth that he’s dampened with cool water. “This will help,” he says, gently cleaning the sweat from my overheated skin. The cool fabric against my flushed face and chest makes me sigh with relief.
“Better?” he asks softly, pressing tender kisses to my temple as my breathing slowly returns to normal.
