Page 31 of Knot So Sweet (Leather and Lace #1)

Chapter 30

Candi

I opened my mouth, desperate to respond, but the words tangled in my throat. All that came out was a breathless gasp.

His chuckle was low, dark, vibrating through my body like a sinful promise. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, how his every touch unraveled me.

In an instant, his grip on my collar loosened, and I tumbled forward, falling into his lap. Dizzy with want, my body pressed against his, the heat radiating from him making it impossible to think straight.

"Stand up, baby."

I looked up at him, leaning back in the chair, his eyes dark with hunger. His thumb stroked slowly over his beard as he watched me, waiting. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his gaze captivated mine. All my thoughts focused solely on pleasing him, on being his ‘good girl’.

Slowly, I did as he asked, rising from the floor. The second I was on my feet, he growled in approval, the sound deep and primal, vibrating through the air between us.

My knees felt weak, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he slowly stood, towering over me. His presence consumed the space, the intensity of his gaze making me swallow hard as he reached for the hem of my shirt.

"I need to see all of you, Candice, or I might lose my mind."

His fingers brushed against my skin as he lifted the fabric of my shirt, baring inch after inch of my stomach, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I shivered, the sensation of his rough hands against my soft skin making my breath hitch. His movements were slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every second of undressing me.

Heat pooled low in my belly, making it hard to think, to breathe. His eyes followed the path of his hands, dark and hungry as they traced up toward my breasts.

I stood there completely bare for him, his midnight gaze drinking its fill.

"Goddamn," he muttered, his voice low and thick with desire.

His palms skimmed the underside of my breasts, his thumbs brushing just back and forth, teasing me. My nipples hardened under his touch, and I bit my lip, fighting the soft moan building in my throat.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Did you get this tattoo for me, baby?" His voice was low, rough, filled with possessive heat. "It’s so fucking sexy… you’re branded with a serpent. With a viper."

His fingers traced the tattoo across my lower stomach, the delicate touch making my heart race. The way he said it, like the ink beneath my skin was a mark of his claim on me, made my knees weak. My cheeks heated with embarrassment. I had forgotten about the tattoo. Hadn't meant for him to see it.

His thumb skimmed over the lines of the snake. "My perfect little serpent… my perfect omega."

His hands slid down to my ass as he palmed me, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist, my body instinctively seeking him. He ground me against him, and a moan escaped my lips, my head lolling back as he slowly walked into the living room and sat down on the couch with me in his lap.

He wasted no time. His hand trailed between my thighs, and he sank two fingers deep inside me. I let out a low, long moan of pleasure, the sound echoing in the air between us.

"Fuck," I gasped, my body instinctively arching toward him.

I hadn't expected him to touch me so quickly.

"You’re so beautiful, so wet," he growled, his fingers curling inside me, his thumb finding my clit and sending jolts of pleasure racing through my body. The intoxicating scent of lilac and lavender filled the room, wrapping around us like a heady perfume, only intensifying the moment.

My hips rocked forward, desperate for more of his touch. "Yes, baby, just like that," he coaxed, his voice low and sultry. "Ride my fingers. Soak them with your slick."

He pumped me harder, faster, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. I cried out, my body shaking with pleasure as I grabbed his shoulders for support, anchoring myself against him.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "So tight, so perfect. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my knot."

His fingers moved with expert precision, finding that sweet spot deep inside me that had me gasping and bucking against him. The rhythm of his thrusts had the pressure building instantly, coiling tighter and tighter.

"Please, don’t stop," I begged, my voice trembling with need. "I’m so close."

He smirked, the wicked gleam in his eyes making my pulse race even faster. "I know, sweetheart... Let go for me... That's it."

With that, he drove his fingers deeper, his thumb working my clit in perfect time. I felt the world blur around me as the wave of pleasure crashed over me, a tidal force that swept me away.

"Ahh!" I cried out, my body trembling as I surrendered to ecstasy.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulled his fingers free, and I groaned at the loss.

He chuckled, the sound dark and teasing. "Don’t worry, baby. You’re going to ride my cock. I’m not done with you yet."

He took his wet fingers, glistening with my slick, and sucked them clean, a purr rumbling from his chest.

"I knew you would taste sweet. Perfection. If I wasn't so damn hard for you, I might hold myself back from fucking you and eat you until you begged me to stop."

He reached between us, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans, shimmying them down just enough to free himself. He palmed his hard length, his free hand gripping my breast and rolling his thumb across my nipple.

"I can’t wait another goddamn second."

The sight of him, thick and ready for me, made my mouth water.

"Ride me, Candice… Wrap that pretty pussy around my cock."

I hesitated for just a heartbeat, the raw desire in his gaze sent delicious shivers down my spine.

"Come on, sweetheart," he coaxed, a purr rumbling in his chest. "I can smell your perfume... and I know just how fucking desperate you are. Take your pleasure, baby."

I lifted myself slightly, hovering over his thick length, the anticipation crackling in the air between us. Slowly, I sank down, my body stretching to accommodate him, filling me completely.

A guttural groan tore from his throat, and I couldn’t help but moan in response, my head tipping back as pleasure coursed through me. The sensation of him filling me made my body sing, and with each rise and fall, I could feel the heat building once again.

"Just like that. Yes baby."

With every thrust, I felt more alive. I couldn’t get enough, my body craving every inch of him. My head tossed back as I began to ride him faster, pleasure spiraling tighter in my stomach.

I glanced down at the alpha beneath me, hunger glimmering in his dark eyes, but I wanted more. I wanted to see him too.

"Shirt off," I demanded.

Viper leaned forward slightly, one arm banded tightly around my waist. His hand gripped the back of his shirt, and in one swift, powerful movement, he ripped it over his head, tossing it aside like it was nothing. The sight of his chiseled chest made my breath hitch, muscles taut and glistening, begging for my touch.

I raked my fingernails down his bare chest and he growled, his own fingers gripping my ass hard and forcing our hips to meet harder.

"Fuck," I cried.

My body was shaking now. So closing to crashing over the edge.

Viper’s hands gripped my hips with bruising force, slamming me down over him again and again. The relentless pace had my body bouncing, my breasts swaying with every punishing thrust. My breath was ragged, every nerve on fire, so close to unraveling.

Then I felt it—an overwhelming heat at my back.

A low growl vibrated through me that didn’t belong to Viper, sending a shock straight down my spine. Before I could register what was happening, my back collided with a hard chest, the scent of pine mixing with the intoxicating musk of my heat in the room.

Ghost.

He had appeared out of nowhere, his body pressing against mine, like he’d been waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

I gasped, the heat of Ghost’s body igniting something wild and untamed inside me, the sensation overwhelming. Viper’s rhythm never faltered, each brutal thrust pushing me closer to the brink.

My breath came in ragged pants as Ghost’s arm snaked around my chest, pulling me back against him. His scent, pine and leather, wrapped around me, mixing with the intoxicating pull of Viper’s whiskey.

His fingers skimmed over my throat, teasing, before gripping firmly, tilting my head back to rest against his chest. His voice was a low growl in my ear, thick with possessiveness.

"Did you miss me, princess?"

The rasp of his voice sent a shiver straight through me, and I whimpered, my body caught in the web of sensations they both wove around me. Ghost’s hand tightened around my throat, cutting off the soft gasp that left my lips, his dominance like a physical force that left no room for argument.

He wasn’t asking—he was claiming.

Viper’s hand slid between us, his fingers brushing over my clit, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me, sharp and undeniable. I cried out, my hips bucking without thought, torn between the two alphas, their touch overwhelming in its contrast.

One harsh, one tender, both equally destructive.

Viper’s voice, soft and filled with sweet praise, coaxed me to the edge. "Just a little more, baby. Come on, you’re doing so well. So good for us."

"Ahh!" I cried, unable to stop the sound that escaped me. My body trembled, teetering on the brink, ready to shatter. But Ghost’s grip on my throat tightened, his fingers pressing just hard enough to keep me in place, tethered to him, trapped in his control. His lips brushed against my ear, the dark rasp of his voice sending another wave of heat through me.

Every nerve in my body was on fucking fire, trembling with the need to let go, to crash over the edge.

But Ghost wasn’t about to let me fall.

"Don’t you dare come," he growled, his words edged with a possessiveness. "You ran from us, princess. We had you laid out so fucking perfectly, and you ran."

I whimpered again, his words twisting the knife of guilt and desire inside me. I could still feel the phantom ache of the night I’d fled, leaving them both behind, and now, in their arms again, I was playing with fire.

Ghost’s grip on my throat flexed, his voice dropping lower, darker. "Now you’re going to beg for it. Beg us to let you come. That needy little cunt of yours is so desperate. You want to come? Then fucking earn it, princess."

I was shaking, my body on the verge of breaking. The edge of release dangled in front of me, so close I could taste it, but Ghost’s command kept me from tipping over. The tone laced with a subtle alpha bark that my omega instincts wanted to obey.

Damn him. Holding back was hard as hell.

With his hand on my throat, Viper’s fingers between my thighs and his cock stretching me, it was too much, and not enough all at once.

My gaze connected with Viper's.

"Please…" My voice was barely a whisper, the words catching in my throat as my hips moved of their own accord, seeking the pleasure Ghost was holding hostage.

"Please. Please. Oh shit …"

I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t fight it. I needed them. I needed this.

Viper’s soft groan filled the space around us, his eyes dark and burning as he watched me. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with approval.

Ghost’s growl rumbled against my back. "Don't fucking tell her that. She ran from us, Viper. I need to know she won't do it again. That from now on we control her pleasure."

The harsh edge of his words shot straight to my core, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my stomach. My body clenched in response, teetering on the edge of what I so desperately craved, yet denied at the same time. I whimpered, my body betraying me, shaking and trembling with the need for release.

"I’m sorry… please… let me come," I whimpered, the desperation spilling out in a breathless plea. "I wanna be your good girl."

Ghost’s grip on my throat eased just slightly, enough to allow me to suck in a ragged breath, but his hold never wavered. His control over me was absolute.

And I fucking loved it.

"That’s more like it," he hissed, his voice dripping with satisfaction as Viper’s fingers found my clit again, working me into a frenzy. His hips jolted upwards as his cock stroked my fire higher. The punishing rhythm sent sharp, electric jolts of pleasure through me, so intense my vision blurred.

"Ghost… I can’t—ahh!" My voice trembled as the overwhelming pleasure tore through me. My body was trembling, spiraling, and I could feel Viper getting close—his thrusts faster, harder, his grip on my hips almost bruising.

"Fuck, baby… you feel so good," Viper growled, his words low and strained. His hips snapped against me, driving deeper, the rhythm becoming frantic as he chased the release we were both teetering on the edge of.

"Come for me. Just a little more…"

I was so close, my body on fire, but Ghost’s grip tightened around my throat, keeping me tethered, keeping me from falling completely.

I whimpered, desperate. "Please… I need it. I want to be your good girl, please…" The words spilled out in a breathless rush as my hips moved on their own, seeking the release Ghost was holding just out of reach.

Ghost’s growl vibrated against my back, and his dominance dripped through every word. "You want to come, princess?" His breath was hot against my ear. "Then fucking come."

The power of his command shattered the last bit of control I had, sending me crashing over the edge. My orgasm tore through me, and I screamed both their names as the intense waves of pleasure ripped through every nerve, my body clenching around Viper.

Viper groaned, his rhythm faltering as my release pulled him with me. His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep inside me as he came, his cock throbbing as he spilled into me.

"Fuck… baby… that’s it," he growled, his voice rough as his body pulsed against mine, filling me with every last drop.

My body trembled, utterly spent, but Ghost wasn’t done.

His lips grazed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "Now, princess," he growled, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to make me gasp. "If you want my cock, you’re going to have to earn it."

I whimpered, my body still trembling from the aftershocks, but the challenge in his voice sparked something deep inside me. Before I could respond, Ghost’s hand slid from my throat, his grip easing, and he looked at Viper.

"Take her upstairs," Ghost commanded. "She’s not done yet."