Page 78 of What We Become

“You’re staring,” I murmur.

“Yeah.”

“At my boobs?”

“Yeah.”

He huffs a laugh, the vibration moving straight through my pelvis.

“I can’t help it,” he says, voice low. “You’re gorgeous.”

The compliment detonates somewhere behind my ribs. Knox doesn’t hand those out—he hoards words like he’s expecting a shortage—so when one drops, it sends shockwaves.

I kiss him.

EIGHTEEN

SAGE

Knox kisses me back—steam-wet and slow, a little hungry from the outset. His mouth opens over mine and the whole world shrinks to steam and tongue and the low sound he makes when I bite his bottom lip. He kisses with the same level of patience he does everything, and even with four other men watching, it feels private. Created just for the two of us.

My hands climb to cup his face. His rough stubble scratches my palm, familiar and grounding.

He tastes like mint and coolness, like he drank iced water after brushing his teeth.

His tongue licks into my mouth, and my thighs clench around his. I forget about the scars, the healing, the fact that if anyone saw this scene from the outside they’d think we were running some kind of sex cult or filming a porno.

“Knox,” I moan, breaking for air.

He kisses the line of my jaw, sucks the spot behind my ear, and it scrambles my thoughts. My hips slide up, just a little, and the only thing that stops me from grinding down is the grip Knox has on my hips—two big hands clamping down like I’m about to leap from a moving vehicle.

“Easy,” he rumbles against my ear.

That one word does things to me. I melt against his chest.

“I know what I want,” I whisper.

“And I know you need careful.” His thumbs stroke slow circles over my hips. “So we go easy, or we stop.”

I nod. “Okay.”

“That’s my Fury.” Knox’s lips ghost my ear. “You want them to watch you come?”

I suck in air through my teeth and glance over my shoulder. Just enough to catch the men behind me.

Micah sits easy, arms splayed wide, dark eyes gentle and open. Milo’s knuckles are white on the rim, lower lip bitten raw where he tries not to smile too hard. Holden is motionless, a single muscle riding in his jaw, but his eyes burn with focus. Eli meets my gaze and nods once, slow and sure, as if passing something directly into me.

The power to choose. The power to own it.

I turn back to Knox, who’s watching all of it over my shoulder, a near-smile bleeding through the hard set of his mouth.

I slide my hands down his chest, braced against the solid plane of muscle and tattoos, and roll my hips. Once. Twice. The friction is barely anything, but it shocks me with a jolt straight to my clit.

“Fuck,” I murmur.

Knox’s eyes go black, wild, but he doesn’t move. He’s letting me take what I need. Which is somehow so much filthier than if he just grabbed my hips and ground himself into me.

I rock my hips again, dragging my pussy along his thick shaft.