Page 13 of Knot So Sweet (Leather and Lace #1)

Chapter 12

Viper

S he was stunning, trapped between us, teetering on the edge of surrender. So close to giving in to her own wicked desires. The tension crackled like electricity, thick and heady in the air. I could feel it—hell, I could practically taste it. A wicked smile tugged at my lips.

Fight all you want, sweetheart. You will surrender.

The fire inside her was ready to ignite. Wild, and so fucking beautiful. I was going to stoke that flame until it consumed us all.

Her pupils were blown wide, her black lips parted as she panted through her indecision, her body betraying every ounce of resistance she had left. A light flush painted her cheeks, making her look even more delicious.

The sight of her made my pulse quicken. I couldn’t wait to watch that blush spread across her entire body, to see her writhe beneath me in pleasure.

My palms roamed over her generous curves, soft and warm beneath my hands. I pulled her closer, needing the heat of her against me, needing to feel her surrender, inch by inch. Even with her clothes still between us, her skin burned under my touch, and it only made me want her more.

Ghost's fingers traced along her neck, his touch possessive, marking her with his pine scent. I watched him. Every movement, every caress, feeding the growing, visceral excitement thrumming through me.

His scent mingled with hers, creating a heady, primal cocktail that drove me wild. The way his hands claimed her, squeezing her breasts, marking her, made my blood run hotter. The more he touched her, the more she shivered and trembled, and it made me harder than I cared to admit.

"Let go, Candice," I growled, my voice rough with need as I gripped her hips, pressing her against me. I forced my knee between her thighs, and her jasmine scent thickened, wrapping around me like the sweetest kind of temptation.

Ghost wasn’t far behind. His hand slid to her chin, gripping it firmly and forcing her head back against his chest.

Ghost's voice was a low growl, primal and dark as he tilted her chin up, his fingers firm, but tender against her jaw. "You are so much more than a toy, princess," he whispered into her ear, his breath brushing against her skin. "You’re our obsession. Our temptation. We could break you... but I think you’d burn brighter if you let us set you free."

Her body tensed, her scent thickening with a potent mixture of fear and arousal, and it sent a thrill straight through me. Her fighting with every ounce of resistance she had left, only made my blood boil hotter. The way her curves fit so perfectly against us, the way her chest heaved with each panting breath—it was intoxicating.

She was intoxicating.

Ghost’s hands roamed down her sides, his grip rougher now, bolder, as he tested her boundaries. I watched, every inch of me humming with a possessive hunger as he kissed the side of her neck, his lips grazing her pulse point. The sight of her head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut as she fought to maintain control, had my own patience wearing thin.

"Do you feel that, sweetheart?" I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. My hand slid over her thigh, pulling her closer, locking her against my knee. "Your body knows what it wants. It’s begging for it. Begging for us."

She shuddered at my words, her soft whimper only stoking the fire inside of me. I had her. We had her. It was only a matter of time before she stopped fighting herself and surrendered to us completely.

"Give in," I urged, my voice rough with the force of my desire. "Let us show you what it means to belong to us. Let us make you feel everything."

Her lips parted as her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. Ghost’s hands tightened on her, dragging her impossibly closer to him, while my fingers teased the hem of her skirt. Every barrier between us felt like a sin, and I was ready to tear them all down, to feel her bare skin under my palms, to mark her as ours.

"Stop fighting it, princess," Ghost growled, his lips brushing her ear again as threat and promise entwined in his voice. "Because the moment you do, the moment you let us in... it'll feel so fucking good."

Her breath hitched, and the way she stiffened between us ignited a fresh surge of possessiveness in me. I rolled her hips over my thigh again, making her ride me with a demanding rhythm.

"F-fuck you both. Let me go," she breathed, her voice trembling as she tried to push away. But my grip was unyielding, my hands like iron bands around her hips.

I wasn’t about to let her escape me now.

"You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. We’ve waited long enough," I growled.

The darkness in Ghost's gaze matched mine. "It’s time we gave our little omega a taste of pleasure."

I chuckled at the idea as I drove her body over my thigh harder, faster, making my intent glaringly clear.

"Ah," she gasped, sending a shiver racing through me from the sickly sweet sound.

Candice was a sweet temptation. Like candy. The thought hummed through my mind, a dangerous kind of drug that clung to every breath I took. She was all sugar and sin, a mix that had me craving more, even when I knew better. Every glance, every touch—it was like tasting something forbidden, something that would ruin me if I let it.

But I couldn’t stop. Not now. Fuck . I was barely holding myself back from consuming her completely.

"Those little sounds you make are so sweet, Candi ," I groaned, using her nickname as I rolled her hips against me with increasing force.

Ghost groaned into her ear, a deep, primal sound that made her tremble as his mouth moved to lick and suck at the delicate skin of her neck. His touch was rough and relentless, each movement a claim, marking her skin, but never breaking it. She tilted her head, baring her throat to him, submitting so prettily that it almost shattered his resolve.

But he held back his alpha instincts. He wouldn't fully claim her. Not yet. We'd both agreed we wouldn't force our claim on her. She was in control of whether we bit her.

But her pleasure?

I demanded it.

My fingers dug into her ass, knowing I’d leave marks. A sick and twisted excitement rolled through me like molten lava at the image of my fingerprints bruised on her creamy skin. She panted through the intensity of our touch, but she had stopped fighting us.

I don't even think she realized she had.

Her head lolled against Ghost’s chest, her moans vibrating through her body. He took advantage of her position, trapped between us, by pulling her corset down and exposing her breasts to the cool air.

Her little rose buds pebbled immediately. He plucked and rolled her hardened nipples between his thumb and fingers. She gasped and moaned as we worked her body higher.

I met his gaze with a smirk, and the look I saw there only fueled my hunger. His eyes were dark, brimming with a primal ferocity that mirrored my own. My cock was rock hard, throbbing with an intensity that left no room for anything but her.

Candice, my omega, the woman who had been driving me mad with need for weeks. My mind had run wild with fantasies of this moment, but now, I was done with imagining. I needed her. I needed to feel her come apart beneath me, feel her pulse and tighten as she surrendered completely.

My cock was rock hard and throbbing, aching to feel her wrapped around me. I had fantasized about this moment for weeks, and I was done with just imagining her coming undone. I wanted her pleasure. I wanted to feel her surrender to me completely. To feel her pussy pulse as she came apart on my fingers, my cock...

I rocked her harder, with more urgency.

...my knot...

Faster, driven by the intoxicating scent of jasmine coating my senses.

...my tongue.

"FUCK," she cried, her voice breaking as she crashed over the edge of her release. The sound of her pleasure was fucking beautiful, raw and desperate. It shattered the last remnants of my control.

"I’m going to fucking hell," I growled, my voice low and savage. There was nothing left in the world but her. My omega. Mine .

My hands gripped her hips possessively, her soft gasp sending fire shooting through my veins. With a swift movement, I lifted her, spinning her around to lay her on my desk like a feast set before me. My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out every other sound.

Ghost was right beside me, his own hunger palpable. He swiped the clutter from the desk in one sweeping motion, papers and pens scattering to the floor. None of that mattered.

Not the war brewing outside these walls, not the mission tomorrow that needed to go flawlessly. None of it existed. Only Candice. Only her surrender.

I laid her down on the desk with a reverence that surprised even me. Her corset hung loosely around her waist, her body flushed and trembling from the pleasure that still rocked through her. But it wasn’t enough. I needed every barrier gone, every piece of fabric that separated her from me, gone. The hunger clawing at me was primal, a driving need to claim her, to mark her, to consume every inch of her.

Her body was a masterpiece, adorned with tattoos that only added to the untamed wildness she carried. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, her skin still flushed, her blue eyes defiant even in the afterglow of what we’d done. God, she was breathtaking.

When I struck the deal to protect her little club, I knew what I wanted in return. Her. Completely. To claim her, to fuck her senseless until the only name she could remember was mine.

I circled the desk like a predator stalking its prey, my pulse racing with anticipation. "You know how long we’ve waited for this, Candice?" I murmured, my voice dark with lust.

"Ghost wanted to come for you weeks ago. Tie you up, fuck you until you couldn’t remember your own name. Until you begged us to claim you, to bite you." I shuddered, the raw need tearing through me. "And fuck, I wanted that too. Every. Damn. Day."

Her scent hit me again—floral, sweet, laced with arousal. It was enough to drive me wild. I inhaled deeply, letting it wash over me. A groan of pure pleasure escaped my lips.

"Your scent is so tempting, sweetheart," I growled, my eyes devouring every inch of her.

But her gaze, those hard blue eyes, told me she wasn’t about to make this easy. Candice hated being controlled, and I’d known that from the moment I met her. From the first second our scents matched across the bar, it was burned into me that she wasn’t like the others. She was fierce, wild, and impossible to tame.

But now, she would learn that I was just as unrelenting. She was mine. And tonight, I would make sure she knew it.