Page 18 of Knot Broken

“More than OK,” he said. “Fuck, Nadia…”

There was no way to find out what that meant, because he darted forward, barely brushing his mouth with mine. I found myself chasing his lips, wanting, needing more, and that seemed to trigger something in him. Hands were dropped from my face and what felt like bands of iron wrapped around my body. When my lips parted for him, I felt rather than heard a muffled growl, right before he claimed my mouth as his.

Hands, too many hands, roamed my body and there was a tiny moment when I worried it’d be like almost every other sexual encounter. That they were pawing at me, taking what they wanted, no matter what I thought about it. Instead, my nerve endings sprang to life, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, which made me think pressing back into Grey a good idea.

Instead he pulled free, those caressing hands now holding me at arm’s length.

“I need…” Black fur appeared and disappeared on his forearms. “I need a minute.”

“Let him take a break.” Ethan appeared in front of me, rubbing a thumb along my swollen bottom lip. “Because I’ve got an idea.” He glanced over my shoulder. “Tex, clear off that chair-drobe of yours.”

“Chair-drobe?” I asked.

“I’ll explain after.” Ethan winked. “Now, if we’re all being open and transparent with our communication, I’ve got a wicked idea.” I turned around to see a pile of clean clothes swept off an old wingback chair and then dumped onto the bed. “You, naked, on that chair. With your legs hooked over the arms, you’d be spread wide and ready to be eaten.” When his hand came to rest on my pelvis, I jumped slightly. “The position will create a bit of tension here, which if I’m right, would feel real good when we get started. Whaddya think, omega?”

Tex had pulled the chair forward and stood there with his hand resting on the back. When my focus returned to Ethan that grin was back, but there was something a little gentler about it. Like we were just kids, and he was inviting me to do something I really shouldn’t, which was about right. I had no idea if I’d like what he suggested, but I was willing to try.

“Sure,” I said, reaching for the hem of my t-shirt to pull it off, but Ethan and Tex took over. Shirt was over my head, my yoga pants pulled down in seconds, then things stopped. “Um… everything OK?”

“More than fucking OK.” Tex’s voice was like gravel as he stared down at me. When I started to get a little uncomfortable at his close inspection, he grinned, then undid the clasp of my bra before easing it off my shoulders. “Now.” Hot hands covered my breasts, forcing my head to roll back against his chest. Fingers found my nipples already pulled tight, then clamped down, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through me. “Lets see if we can fulfil that fantasy for you.”

Chapter 9

Grey

I thought I could handle this. The moment I walked into Tex’s bedroom, it became clear I could not.

All that talk in the pub about being clear about what you need and what your limits were. As I drew closer, heard Nadia’s moans, I knew now that was for me, not her. Not just because the wolf and I watched Tex crush her in his arms like he had a right to, then Ethan tapped in, as if the two of the them were dancing and he wanted a turn. My fingers raked through my hair and then I was forced to look up, seeing hard claws had formed on the ends.

Pull back, I ordered the wolf. Let me handle this.

Only if you swear to make her ours.

Fangs sank into my bottom lip as I shook my head, but while I fought a damn war with myself, the three of them got to work. When I blinked, the red haze of lust, need, faded and then I saw her.

Ethan was either a genius or put on this earth to torture me, because there she was. Flushed face, looking both excited and nervous at the same time, she moved into position on the chair. Her skin glowed like pale gold and her fucking body… My eyes raked over her form, cataloguing every damn curve and storing the memories for later. Her breasts were thrust upwards as she sat back, and that had me taking a step closer. She’d said something about touching her breasts, but all conscious thought was lost. One leg was slung over the arm of the chair, then another, and just like Ethan said, she was spread open and on display for all of us.

“Oh, this looks a little swollen,” Ethan said with a grin, placing a hand on her inner thigh. “We need to do something to ease that.”

“I will.”

I very rarely fused with my wolf. It felt like every damn day was a fight to see who’d come out on top. He wanted to wrench open the door of the person who cut us off in traffic and tear out their throat. His jaws ached to snap around the throat of suppliers who tried to overcharge us. His solution to everything was violence, blood, but for once, he and I were of the same mind.

Please the omega.

But I don’t know how, I thought as I fell to my knees before her. Nadia’s eyes widened as she looked down the line of her body, then she let out a little sigh as my thumbs pressed into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She was pink, swollen, and leaking slick, but it was one tiny drop that held my attention. The wolf was a weight on the back of my neck, pushing me forward, but he didn’t need to press.

There was nothing I wanted more than Nadia’s taste on my tongue.

All thoughts, all meaning, went out of my head the moment I pressed forward.

Salty and sweet, that’s what I registered. My tongue rolled the taste of her around in mouth but a breathy little moan had me glancing up. Nadia’s eyes had fallen closed but her hips moved, obviously wanting more. Then that’s what she’d get.

My cock felt like it was trying to punch its way free of my pants, but I couldn’t pay it attention. Another lick, then another, before I grew bolder. Some stupid part of me was sure I’d hurt her, but then her hand landed on the back of my head. That little rumple of my hair, right before she pressed my face deeper was all I fucking needed.

Press the broad flat of your tongue along her whole seam, I told myself, right before doing just that. To get maximum sensation. Test her clit… Her grip on my head tightened. Yeah, she was ready for more. Some part of me thought I’d struggle to find it, if social media was anything to go by. How the fuck could you miss this? My tongue and that little button of nerves were about to become a whole lot better acquainted.

When I ran in wolf form, it felt a little like this. The wild side and my conscious self, racing together in perfect unison, but rather than paws hitting the ground, my tongue flickered.