Page 107 of Knot So Sweet
"So ready. Been ready since the first day. Need you. Need this. Need us." The words tumble out, desperate and honest.
I push inside slowly. So slowly. Savoring every inch. The stretch, the heat, the perfect grip of her body. She's tight despite being used by two alphas already, her body gripping me like she never wants to let go. Like I'm exactly what she needs.
"God," I groan when I'm fully seated. Buried to the hilt. "You feel incredible."
"Move." Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my lower back. "Please move."
I start slow. Long, deep strokes that make her gasp. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. But she makes a sound of protest, nails raking down my back hard enough to break skin.
"Harder. Stop being careful. I need you to claim me." Her voice commands, brooking no argument.
I give her what she begs for. Hips snapping forward, driving deep. The sound of our bodies joining fills the room, wet and primal and perfect. Skin slapping against skin. Her moans mixing with my grunts.
I can feel my knot starting to form already. Swelling at the base. The pressure intense, almost painful. Building with each thrust.
"Liam." My name becomes a chant. "Your knot. Need your knot."
"Not yet. Want this to last." Want to savor every second of this.
But biology has other ideas. My knot swells fully, catching. Locking us together with pressure so intense I see stars. White bursting behind my eyes.
She screams, coming from the stretch. Her whole body convulses, inner walls clamping down around my knot. I follow, groaning her name as release slams through me. Heat flooding her, claiming her from the inside.
But it's not complete. Not bonded.
My teeth find her shoulder. Right side, where neck meets shoulder. Smooth skin and muscle. Not her throat where the others marked her. Somewhere different. Equally claiming.
I bite down hard. Breaking skin. Tasting copper and vanilla and mine. Blood floods my mouth, hot and metallic.
The bond snaps into place like a key turning in a lock. Click. Perfect fit.
But this time it's different. This time I feel more than just her. I feel Xaden through our existing pack bond, steady and tactical. Feel Garrick, solid and protective. Feel all of us connecting, interweaving, becoming something bigger than the sum of our parts.
The other bonds pulse, strengthening. Growing brighter. Xaden's and Garrick's marks on her throat warm like they're acknowledging mine. All three bonds lock together, creating a web of connection between the four of us. Triangle becoming square.
Outside, the storm breaks. Sunlight streams through the window for the first time in three days. Bright and sudden, turning everything gold. The wind dies completely. Snow stops falling, the last flakes drifting lazily down.
Inside, something settles. The heat that's been driving Violet for three days finally, completely breaks. I can feel it snap, like a rubber band pulled too tight suddenly releasing.
I feel it through the bond. Her fever dropping, temperature normalizing. The desperate need fading, replaced by satisfaction. Clarity returning to her mind, sharp and focused instead of hazy with need.
She's still mine. Still ours. But now she's herself again too.
"Liam." She cries, tears streaming down her face. They catch the sunlight, turning to diamonds. "I can feel all of you. All three of you in my head. It's beautiful."
"That's pack," I murmur against her shoulder where I just bit. The skin raises, swelling already. "All of us connected. Forever."
"Forever," she agrees. Her voice breaks on the word, overwhelmed with emotion.
My knot starts to soften. Gradually releasing, the pressure easing. I roll us carefully until she's on top, draped across my chest. Still connected but comfortable. Her weight feels perfect, grounding.
Garrick and Xaden move closer, surrounding us. Creating a circle. Garrick's hand finds Violet's back, stroking gently. Broad palm running up and down her spine. Xaden's fingers tangle with mine over her hip, our hands meeting across her body.
Pack. All of us together. Complete.
"How do you feel?" I ask, checking in. Doctor mode reasserting itself.
"Perfect." She laughs wetly. The sound carries joy mixed with exhaustion. "Sore. Exhausted. But perfect. Complete."
