The sight rips something inside me wide open. My nails bite into Knox’s shoulders, my whole body trembling, and I don’t know whether it’s shock or desire or both—but I can’t look away.
Dakota’s broken curse still hangs in the air when Knox suddenly crashes down over me, his mouth hard and unyielding. His tongue pushes past my lips, filling me, claiming me, swallowing the ragged sound that tears from my throat.
I can taste Dakota’s release on his tongue, musky and sweet at the same time. It tastes so fucking good, I push my tongue deep into Knox’s mouth, trying to find more.
“Good girl,” Knox rumbles against my tongue.
It’s too much. The weight of him pressing me into the bed, the heat of his body, the taste of Dakota on my tongue.
And I shatter.
My whole body seizes, pleasure detonating out from my core in sharp, endless pulses. My toes curl, my back arches, and I’m gasping against Knox’s mouth as the orgasm rips me apart. But the alpha doesn’t let up. His tongue drives deeper, demanding, devouring, while his hips grind me into the sheets, dragging the climax out until I’m clawing at him, shivering and boneless beneath his weight.
When I finally break away for air, I’m wrecked. My lips swollen, my chest heaving, every nerve fried raw.
But Knox doesn’t look triumphant.
He looks…hungry.
Like he hasn’t even started.
Early Morning
Tadeo
I tugmy favorite blue tie straight, smoothing it down the front of my shirt before glancing back at the bed.
Dakota is still sound asleep, having come to bed fairly late last night. Knox let him watch while he rutted Skyla for hours. The thought makes my chest tighten, a hot little curl of jealousy twisting in my gut. I want so desperately to be the one who gets to see, touch, taste, and claim Skyla’s delicate body. But I’m not allowed. Not yet.
I shove the thought down. It doesn’t help anyone for me to stew in it.
At least Dakota had come to bed wound tight, restless, and needy. I’d been able to work some of that ugly frustration out of myself into his supple body, taking every moan he gave me like a balm. It wasn’t Skyla—but it eased the worst of the sting, even if the jealousy still lingers at the edges now, sharp and stubborn.
The quiet hum of the house buzzes all around me as I make my way down the hallway—pipes ticking, the heaterthrumming, and the floorboards creaking softly under my shoes.
Passing the living room, I catch sight of Alex sprawled on the couch. His limbs are tangled in a thin blanket, his mouth slack. Out cold. A smile tugs at my mouth before I can help it. He looks so young when he sleeps, the sharp edges gone.
In the kitchen, I dig out the battered container of instant coffee from the cupboard. My morning ritual. I add some water from the sink, then stir. The spoon clinks against the mug, allowing me to really feel the quiet of the house. Then I slide the mug into the microwave and press the timer.
Awareness prickles my skin, and I turn.
Knox fills the doorway like he owns it, which, to be fair, he does. His hair’s still damp from a shower, but my eyes catch on his back when he turns to grab a mug out of the cupboard. There are faint red trails raked across his shoulder blades and sides.
Scratch marks.Fresh.
There are even two distinct marks along the side of his neck.
Wow.
It seems our new omega is a bit of a wild one.
My cock stirs immediately, thickening with a rush of heat I can’t stop.Fuck. I grip the counter hard enough my knuckles blanch, dragging in deep breaths through my nose. Control. I need control.
But all I smell is Skyla.
Flowers.
Sugary and sharp.
