Page 94 of Knot in Bloom
“We wanted everything right for you,” Caleb says softly from where he’s adjusting the lighting. His voice gentle but strained. I can smell his arousal mixing with mine and Reid’s. Creating a potent cocktail that makes Sadie whimper and press her thighs together.
“Please,” she gasps. The word broken and desperate. “Levi, please, it hurts so much.”
The way she says my name—raw, needy, like I’m the only thing that can save her—makes my chest tight and my cock throb with answering need. She’s in pain. My omega is hurting, and every fiber of my being demands I fix it immediately.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” I ask, though I can smell exactly what she needs. Her heat scent is so thick now it’s making my mouth water.
“You,” she whimpers. Trying to reach for me but her movements are clumsy, uncoordinated. “Need you first. Inside me. Make it stop hurting.”
Her desperate confession hits me like lightning. Reid and Caleb exchange a look, both of them visibly affected by her needy whimpers and the thick scent of omega heat filling the room. Reid’s hands clench into fists at his sides.
“We’ll be right here,” Reid manages, voice strained. “Supporting you.”
“But you need Levi first,” Caleb adds, settling into the chair with obvious effort. His own arousal is clear, but his focus remains on her comfort. “Let him help you, little flower.”
The pet name makes her whimper and writhe against the blankets. Fresh slick soaks through to the expensive cashmere.She’s burning up with need. Skin flushed and gleaming with sweat.
“Levi,” she gasps, reaching for me with trembling hands. “Please, I can’t... it hurts so much. Need you inside me. Need your knot.”
The raw desperation in her voice shatters whatever restraint I’ve been holding onto. She’s not thinking clearly—can’t think clearly—but her body knows exactly what it needs.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I murmur, settling into the nest beside her. Immediately her intoxicating scent wraps around me. Honeysuckle and vanilla so concentrated with heat that it makes my head spin. When I reach out to cup her face, she leans into the touch like she’s starving for contact.
“Need,” she whimpers. Unable to form complete sentences now. “Please, Levi, need you so much.”
Her skin is fever-hot under my palms. Her whole body trembling with the intensity of her heat. When I stroke my thumbs across her flushed cheekbones, she makes a broken sound and tries to press closer.
“I know what you need,” I tell her, letting my voice drop into that authoritative tone that makes omegas melt. “I’m going to give you everything, sweetheart. But first, let me touch you.”
She whimpers at my words. Fresh slick dampening the blankets as her body responds to the promise of care. When I lean down to kiss her, she responds desperately. Hands fisting in my shirt with enough force to tear fabric.
This kiss is nothing like our gentle encounters before. It’s pure need and desperation. Her tongue sliding against mine as she tries to get closer, deeper, more. When I pull back to trail kisses along her throat, she arches beneath me with a broken cry.
“More,” she gasps. Her voice barely recognizable. “Need more, need everything.”
I strip away her borrowed clothes with reverent but urgent hands. She’s burning up. Skin flushed pink from throat to breasts. When the cool air hits her heated flesh she shivers and whimpers. Her nipples are already peaked and sensitive. When I brush my thumbs across them she cries out like I’ve touched her with lightning.
“So beautiful,” I murmur, but she’s beyond hearing pretty words now. Heat has reduced her to pure sensation and need.
“Please,” she sobs, trying to pull me closer. “Hurts, Levi, it hurts so much. Need you to make it stop.”
Her thighs are slick with arousal. The honeysuckle scent of her heat so thick I can taste it on the back of my tongue. When I settle between her spread legs, she immediately tries to close them around my waist. Desperate for any kind of contact that might ease the aching emptiness inside her.
“I know it hurts,” I tell her, pressing kisses to her trembling thighs. “I’m going to make it better. Going to give you exactly what you need.”
The first touch of my tongue to her core makes her scream. Not in pain, but in pure relief as I finally give her body what it’s been craving. She tastes like honey and desperation. Slick flowing freely as her heat reaches its peak.
“Oh god,” she sobs, hands fisting in my hair. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I don’t plan to. I worship her with my mouth. Building her higher and higher until she’s writhing beneath me, completely lost to sensation. When I slide two fingers inside her slick heat, she clenches around me so hard it’s almost violent.
“More,” she begs, hips rolling frantically against my mouth. “Need more, need everything.”
When she comes apart on my tongue, the sound she makes is pure desperation. A scream that echoes off the walls as her body convulses with release. Slick gushes out in heavy waves, soakingmy face and the blankets beneath us as her inner walls clench desperately around my fingers.
But even as the orgasm tears through her, I can feel that it’s not enough. The deeper emptiness remains. The biological imperative that demands to be filled by knot and claiming. As the immediate pleasure fades, she starts whimpering again. Fresh tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
“Still hurts,” she sobs, reaching for me with shaking hands. “Please, Levi, still so empty. Need your knot, need you inside me. Please please please.”
