Page 37 of Knot Enough

THIRTY-SIX

My sandy-feeling eyes struggled to open. I nestled deeper into the warm blankets. Everything that happened with Valerie fucked with my head. Immediate tears flooded my eyes.

She was officially gone. The one person in my family, no, in the world that I believed cared for me, even if it was a smidgen. Yet, all I felt was relief. I was glad she was gone . . . what type of person did that make me?

The tears wouldn’t stop. I pulled the comforter over my head, nestling deeper into the bed.

Good thing the guys weren’t in here . . .

“Lena?”

Axel’s soft voice intercepted my sniffle.

Shit.

Of course, one of them was always on ‘Lena duty’.

“I’m fine,” I croaked. The bed creaked under his weight on the left, and I rolled the slightest bit toward him. A large palm settled on my head over the blanket.

“Little Omega?” Axel murmured, and I let out another sob, not able to contain it.

The blanket was yanked out of my fingers, and my face felt cold as soon as the air hit the dampness on my cheeks.

Axel frowned down at me.

“Talk to me, honey,” he said gruffly. My lip trembled and I bit it.

He cupped my face and swiped his thumbs across the crest of my cheeks. I studied his broad features. There was nothing but gentleness in the green depths.

“I just.” I licked my lips and tried again. “I feel bad for not feeling bad.” I groaned and closed my eyes. “Then I can’t stop thinking: What if you guys realize you’ve made a mistake with me?” Now that it was all out there like that, it felt even more stupid.

“There’s too much going up in there.” He tapped my temple. I opened my eyes to see him an inch from my nose.

Axel slid his hands under my head, framing my jaw with his thumbs.

“What you need is to stop thinking,” he murmured, his vanilla-scented breath filling my nose.

“Is she okay?” Oak’s voice reached me before he leaned into my peripheral. I couldn’t turn to look at him with Axe grabbing my face.

“She will be. She just needs a bit of distraction,” Axel murmured. “Hold her still.”

Oak didn’t need to be told twice. The bed dipped under his weight, and my attention bounced from Axel sliding down my body, his hands gliding along my thighs, to Oak nestling next to me, his arm banding under my breasts.

My breathing elevated, and I turned my gaze back down to Axel, tugging the blanket out from under me. I’d slipped on one of Kane’s shirts after my bath, so it was easy access.

Axel exposed my pink panties, and he dragged his fingertips over the lace fabric.

“Sexy,” he murmured gruffly. He slowly slid his fingertips into the top and pulled them down my legs. Once he dragged it to my ankle, he freed one foot and widened my thighs to fit him, settling between them.

The stretch in my joints was notable because of his size.

He lowered and blew against my needy core.

My lips parted, and I watched, on edge. The dark blond of his hair fell forward in an artful mess.

Axel kept my gaze, and his tongue glided up to my clit.

I stiffened, instinctively trying to push up, but Oak stopped my efforts.

The muscles cording his arm were sexy. I relaxed into the mattress, my lips parted from how much I panted. Oak nuzzled against my hair.

Axel repeated the slow lick. I shivered, and I slid my hand down until I reached Oak’s cock. With my hand shoved in his pants, I gripped him hard. His hips lifted toward my touch.

Axel shoved his tongue deep, and I cried out, my chest heaving. Precum dripped onto my hand, and I used it to make the glide on Oak’s cock easier.

The pace Axel was going at did nothing to help my breathing situation. The bed jolted from his thrusts against it, bouncing me repeatedly.

“Grab your cock,” I breathed.

Axel’s feverish eyes turned to me, and he shoved his hand down and into his sweats.

He moaned against my sex, his licking ticking up a notch.

The flex of his shoulder, pumping himself, did something so sinful to my body.

I didn’t stop sliding my palm around Oak’s cock.

He continued to offer me precum, and it was making me so damn hot.

The tremble coursed down my thighs, blooming and spreading until cries spilled from my lips.

Axel grunted, his thrusts against the bed becoming disjointed.

The orgasm slapped into me and I screamed, unable to move with them pinning me down. Cum spread up my arm in juts. The warmth settled on my skin. I rolled my head side to side, riding the wave of release.

Axel’s licks picked up pace, and he shoved his tongue into my channel as the aftershock of release sliced through me.

My eyes slid shut, and the slow glides of his tongue rode me out. I let go of Oak’s cock and licked my fingers. The salty taste of his cum settled on my tongue.

Oak groaned and rolled onto his back, flopping his arm over his eyes, effectively freeing me.

Kane entered the room and was already undoing his belt. He reached me, shoved down his zipper, and shouldered Axe out of the way.

Kane lifted me and sat at the edge of the bed, easily maneuvering me up to slide me onto his cock. My sex clamped onto him. I leaned back against his front.

He groaned in my ear, inciting another wave of slick. I wiggled on his cock. He cupped my boobs over my shirt and ground his hips up.

I closed my eyes, rolling my hips. His hands settled on my waist, and another pair covered his. I popped my eyes open to see Rath.

The jagged, rough scar wasn’t covered. He kept pulling the bandage I put on him in the morning. Stubborn Alpha.

Rath’s cock stared directly at me; hard, stiff, and red. Kane reached around me and gripped his length.

Rath’s head tipped forward with a groan, while Kane guided him to my entrance. Oh my Gods.

I couldn’t stop panting. Rath pumped his hips and fit his cock inside my sex along with Kane’s.

This was going to kill me from pleasure. ?“Who do we want?” Rath’s feverish eyes stared down at me, and his huge tatted palm settled on my jaw.

I gasped, my lips parting. He caught my breath with a hungry kiss.

“Answer, Elena,” Kane snarled. If only I could think. Rath and Kane fucked me with hard, deep thrusts, feeding me their knot with each pump.

I was full of my Alphas, and I fucking loved it.

I met Grimm’s eyes. He stood leaning against the threshold of the door.

“Who do we fucking crave?” Kane snarled in my ear. “Who can’t we live without?” Shivers wracked my frame, and my head fell back against his chest. Another orgasm slammed into my core, and I seized on it. Rath groaned in my ear, the sound deep and wild.

“Me,” I screamed, the release throbbing through my channel and filling me with their cum.