Page 71 of Knot So Fast (Speedverse #1)

SWEET THREESOME

~ L UKE~

The funny thing about desire is that it doesn’t hit you all at once.

Sometimes it’s a slow, deliberate build, a hunger that creeps in through a crack in your defenses and fills you up by degrees.

Other times, it’s a freight train—lights on, horn blaring, barreling down the tracks to flatten you flat as a dime.

Tonight? I don’t even hear the train coming until it’s already torn straight through me, leaving a sweet wreck behind.

Auren drops to her knees in front of me, nothing but moonlight and mischief.

The last time I saw her like this, it was in some fever dream I was too embarrassed to admit even to myself.

The memory now is so sharp and present that it makes my skin prickle.

She’s still flushed from champagne and dancing, her hair a mess of tangled silk, and her chest and neck covered in kisses and bites I helped contribute to.

Each one feels like a small flag planted in enemy territory—a victory, a warning, a promise.

The bottle of chocolate syrup she filched from the fridge is in her left hand.

With her right, she’s already tracing the vein along the underside of my cock, not even a preamble, just straight to the main event.

It’s cold, the syrup, but her hands are warm enough that the contrast makes me shudder.

I want to say something witty, but my brain has already powered down in favor of direct sensory input.

“Jesus, Auren,” I manage, and it comes out strangled.

She flashes a smile that’s pure Omega mischief, then leans in, tongue flicking out to catch a drip just as it starts to travel south. The tip of her tongue is hot and agile and completely unfair.

Kieran’s sitting on the kitchen island behind us, wine glass in hand, looking like a black cat who just realized the canary’s cage is open.

He watches with an intensity that should be illegal, gaze locked on where Auren’s mouth is working its slow, unhurried way along my length.

My knees actually wobble, and if there’s a less dignified way to stand there with your cock out, I haven’t discovered it yet.

She wraps her lips around the tip, sucking with enough pressure to make me grunt. I lean back against the counter, hands gripping the edge so hard the marble might leave a dent in my palms.

“That’s not fair,” I say, because I have to say something, but it’s already too late for fair.

“Life isn’t fair, sugar,” she purrs, then goes right back to work.

Auren’s not shy. She’s not gentle, either—at least, not in the way most people would expect.

She’s got a way of taking what she wants and making you grateful for the privilege.

Her lips slide down my shaft, tongue swirling to catch every last drop of chocolate, and when she pulls back, there’s a smear of it on her mouth that she licks away with obscene thoroughness.

I make a sound that’s not quite a laugh and not quite a sob. “You’re a menace.”

She winks. “You love it.”

And then, out of nowhere, Kieran’s suddenly there, right in front of me.

He sets down the wine glass, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand like he’s about to say grace at a dinner party, and tilts my chin up until we’re nose to nose.

His eyes are blown dark, nearly black, but there’s a glint in them—something hungry and reckless and beautiful.

“Is this okay?” he asks, voice low, and it almost undoes me.

“Yeah,” I say, and it’s not even a question. “Yeah, fuck, yeah.”

He kisses me with a kind of violence I never expected. All teeth and tongue, the taste of wine and old longing, years of imagining this exact moment crashing in at once. He crowds me up against the counter, hands braced on either side of my jaw, holding me there like I might float away otherwise.

Auren keeps sucking, slow and deep, and it’s almost too much. She’s got this rhythm—she always has, on the track, in life, everywhere—that makes everyone around her want to keep pace. But with Kieran in my mouth, in my blood, on my tongue, I feel like I’m about to short-circuit.

He breaks the kiss, panting. “You taste like sugar and adrenaline,” he murmurs. “You’re addictive, you know that?”

Before I can answer, Auren does something with her hand that makes my vision go black at the edges. “Fuck—” I groan, and Kieran just grins, leans in, and bites my earlobe hard enough to leave a mark.

Auren pulls off me with a loud, wet pop, eyes narrowed in challenge. “You two want to get a room, or are you content with an audience?”

Kieran’s smirk is positively criminal. “This is the warmup, darling. Just wait.”

She grins back, and I realize they’ve both been waiting for this—maybe longer than I have. The idea that these two beautiful disasters want me, together, all at once, is enough to make my knees buckle for real.

Kieran slides down until he’s crouching next to Auren, both of them staring up at me like I’m something rare and precious. He kisses her, tongue licking into her mouth, and she melts into him so fast I can see the exact moment her body gives up the fight and surrenders.

“Can I—” Kieran starts, but she’s already grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in.

Their kiss is filthy. It’s beautiful. He’s tasting my release on her tongue and loving it, and I’m loving watching them.

My hand finds the top of Auren’s head, threading through her hair, and she nuzzles into my palm like a cat desperate for affection.

I can’t help but laugh, but it’s a wild, unhinged sound.

I want them both. I want this. I want everything.

The three of us shuffle awkwardly to the bedroom, which shouldn’t be possible considering I’m at full mast and Kieran’s not exactly subtle, either. But Auren’s got an arm around each of us, and we’re giggling like idiots because it’s so absurd, so surreal, that the only thing to do is embrace it.

I fall back on the bed and Auren climbs onto my lap, straddling me with a slow, deliberate grind that nearly makes me see stars. Her hands are everywhere—on my chest, my neck, my jaw—like she wants to memorize the shape of me by touch alone.

Kieran crawls up behind her, hands running down the line of her back, thumbs digging into the muscles at her hips. He looks at me, then at her, and then back at me again.

“Good?” he asks, and it’s not just a check-in—it’s a promise.

“Better than good,” I breathe. “Perfect.”

He lines himself up behind Auren, one hand guiding her down onto my cock while the other fists in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the column of her throat.

She moans, arching into the sensation, and I feel her shiver all the way through.

It’s like she was made for this—built for pleasure, for touch, for the kind of attention that leaves marks for days.

Kieran starts slow, pushing into her inch by inch, and I can see the strain on his face as he tries not to just lose it immediately.

Auren’s so tight around me that it takes everything I have not to blow in the first five seconds, but the sight of Kieran sliding into her from behind, the way her body stretches to take both of us, is so obscene it’s almost holy.

She starts to move, slow at first, then faster, finding that perfect tempo. Kieran’s hands are on her hips, guiding her, while his mouth alternates between biting her shoulders and whispering filthy encouragement in her ear.

“That’s it, love,” he murmurs. “Take us both. You can do it. Such a good girl for us.”

She preens at the praise, rolling her hips in a way that makes me whimper. I reach up and grab her tits, kneading them hard enough to leave red marks. She gasps, then turns and bites my shoulder—hard. It hurts, but it’s perfect, and I want more.

Kieran reaches around to stroke her clit, the two of them working in concert, and the pressure builds so fast I almost can’t handle it. Every thrust from Kieran pushes her down onto me, and every time I pull out, I can see the effect it has on her—slick and wanting and desperate.

The room is full of noise—moaning, swearing, the slap of skin on skin, the creak of the mattress under our combined weight. It’s messy and frantic and totally unlike the careful, clinical sex I used to have with strangers who never meant anything.

This means everything.

I can feel myself getting close, and from the way Kieran’s breathing, he’s right there with me. Auren’s already gone, coming hard and loud, her pussy squeezing both of us so tight I nearly see stars.

Kieran lets out a raw, broken sound and starts to knot. It’s not as intense as an Alpha, but it’s enough, and I feel it as a pulse, a throb, a shared heartbeat between the three of us.

I let go, spilling into her, and Kieran follows a second later. The sensation is so overwhelming I black out for a second, coming back to reality with Auren collapsed on top of me and Kieran draped over both of us like a weighted blanket.

For a while, there’s only breathing. Hearts racing, sweat cooling, the three of us a tangle of limbs and satisfaction.

Auren’s the first to speak, her voice muffled against my chest.

“I’m never moving again,” she declares, and I believe her.

Kieran laughs, rolling off just enough to reach for the bedside water bottle and take a swig before passing it to me.

“We may need to move at some point, if only for snacks.”

I take the water, grateful, then hand it to Auren. She drinks greedily, then looks at us with that wicked, knowing grin. “If anyone ever asks how Beta stamina compares to Alpha, I’m just going to send them a video.”

“Please do not send anyone a video,” I say, only half-joking.

Kieran’s eyes twinkle.

“You’d be a sensation.”

We all start laughing, the kind that makes your stomach hurt, and it feels so good to be here, to be us, to be a pack in the truest sense of the word.

Eventually, Auren wriggles out from between us, padding naked to the kitchen in search of more strawberries and maybe actual food. She returns with a triumphant “Found cheese!” and collapses on the bed, shoving a wedge into my mouth before taking a big bite herself.

We eat, we hydrate, we recover. When the energy comes back, so does the desire, but it’s softer this time—touches and kisses and whispered promises for tomorrow.

For tonight, we are enough.

I look at Kieran, at the way his eyes soften when he looks at me, and I think maybe I’ve been waiting for this longer than I realized.

“Thank you,” I say, because sometimes the simplest words are the most important.

He reaches over and laces his fingers with mine. “Anytime, love.”

Auren sighs, content, then mumbles, “This is going to ruin me for all other relationships, you know.”

“Same,” I say.

“Good,” Kieran adds, and that’s that.

We sleep in a tangle, warm and safe and happy.

I used to think happiness was something other people got, that my job was just to make sure everyone else had enough of it. Turns out, sometimes, if you’re lucky, you get your own slice of it, too.

Even if you never see the train coming.