Page 33 of Knot So Sweet (Leather and Lace #1)

Chapter 32

Candi

G host pulled down his shorts, revealing his impressive length, and my breath hitched at the sight of him—his slightly curved cock made my mouth water.

It was beautifully thick and long, perfectly designed to fill me in all the right ways. My body instinctively reacted, a delicious thrill coursing through my veins, as I imagined how perfectly he would fit inside me.

"Fuck," I whispered.

He met my gaze, a teasing grin spreading across his lips. "You’re so fucking sexy princess," he murmured, his eyes devouring every inch of me as he ran his thumb over the tip of his cock.

"Crawl your sexy ass up here, princess." Ghost's growl sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

Without a second thought, I complied, crawling toward him. Ghost’s smirk deepened as he watched me, his eyes half-lidded.

"Straddle me, princess."

I whimpered and spread my thighs over his, inching closer to his cock, but he chuckled and shook his head.

"Not yet."

I frowned, opening my mouth to protest when I felt Viper's heat at my back. His breath was warm against my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine. His hand skimmed the curve of my waist before sliding down to grip my hip, anchoring me in place.

"You like this, don’t you? Being between us. Knowing you’re ours."

I could only whimper in response, my mind swirling in a vortex of need and lust. My hips spread over Ghost's thighs. I craved their touch, longing for fingers to stroke my core, to relieve the unbearable ache that had taken root deep within me. My hands trembled as I inched closer to Ghost. I wanted to touch him so fucking badly.

He chuckled, reaching out, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me the last few inches until my face was level with his. His cock spread pre-cum on my belly. His fresh pine scent filled my senses.

I was drowning in him. I pressed against him, desperate for more. More of anything that could relieve this insatiable hunger. I felt like a damn cat. I wanted to rub my scent all over him.

Claim him.

"You’re so pretty when you’re desperate," Ghost murmured, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as his hand trailed down the side of my face. "Look at her, Viper. She’s already half-gone, and we haven’t even knotted her yet."

Behind me, I could hear Viper’s low, amused chuckle. "I bet all I’d have to do is touch her, and she’d soak my fingers."

His hand remained on my hip, his thumb stroking lazy circles that drove me mad with need. I buried my face into Ghost’s chest, trying to focus, to find something solid to hold on to. Ghost's skin was hot beneath my cheek, his heart a steady thud in my ear.

Viper shifted behind me, his body pressing closer, and the heat flared again, making me gasp. My ass pushed back against him, seeking friction as the fabric of his jeans rubbed against my bare skin.

"Please—I can’t—Viper." The words escaped me in broken gasps, barely audible above the raging storm of desire.

But Ghost heard them.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his voice dark and teasing. "Fuck me, princess. You're so damn sexy when you beg."

I leaned back to argue that I didn't fucking beg. But the dangerous growl that rumbled in Ghost’s chest stole the breath from my lungs and all thought from my head.

I was losing my goddamn mind.

With a sudden tug, Ghost pulled my hair. Hard . The sharp sensation made me cry out in surprise. Before I could catch my breath, his lips crashed against mine, drowning my cries.

I moaned into the kiss, my body arching instinctively into him, my hard nipples scraping against his bare chest.

The taste of him was overwhelming—dark and electric—making my head spin. His tongue slipped between my lips, teasing and coaxing, and I surrendered completely, losing myself in the taste of him.

My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the kiss deepened, igniting a fire that consumed me from the inside out.

Behind me, Viper shifted, his hand moving from my hip to slide over the globes of my ass before they slithered between my legs, his fingers brushing against my slickness.

YESSS.

The unexpected touch sent a shock of pleasure shooting through me, and I cried out, breaking the kiss with Ghost as I gasped for air.

But Ghost was having none of that.

He growled, yanking me back to his lips. His teeth clashed with mine, and he bit down on my lower lip with a hunger so primal, so demanding, that pleasure crashed over me in waves.

I was blinded by it.

I screamed as Viper’s fingers entered me, my pussy clamping down around his digits greedily, welcoming his intrusion. But I wished it was his cock again. Stretching me.

I broke away from Ghost’s lips, my head falling back against Viper’s shoulder as Ghost leaned forward on his good elbow, capturing my nipple in his hot mouth.

Viper removed his fingers from between us, snaking his hand around my front and finding my clit as I melted into his chest. My body trembled under their combined touch.

It was dizzying.

My body hummed, tension rebuilding, tightening like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.

Not enough.

"Please," I whimpered, my voice barely audible, desperation spilling from my lips like a prayer. "I need—"

Ghost chuckled, his breath icy against my wet flesh. "What do you need, princess?" His voice dripped with wickedness as he showed my other nipple just as much attention.

"Ugh!" I cried.

Viper’s fingers pressed harder, stroking me in slow, deliberate circles that made my thighs shake, his opposite hand sliding down my neck, tracing the line of my throat possessively.

I couldn’t control the sounds slipping from my mouth. Each gasp. Each moan was a sign of how close I was to unraveling. Between Viper's fingers playing my body like a violin and Ghost's hot mouth with the scrapes of his beard on my heated flesh, I was seconds from crashing over the edge. Again. I forced myself not to let go.

Not yet.

I let my eyes fall closed, feeling my body coil tighter, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The heat from Ghost’s mouth, coupled with every flick of Viper's fingers over my clit was a symphony of pleasure so close to cascading me over the edge.

Sweet tension coiled in my belly. I squirmed beneath their attention, desperate for more friction.

Viper's free hand found my collar, anchoring me against his chest. His skin stuck to my slick flesh.

"Just one more," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, "and I’ll give you my knot, sweetheart."

Ghost released my aching breasts, and I cracked my eyes open, my gaze dropping to where Viper’s fingers disappeared between my thighs. Ghost’s tattooed fingers glided along my skin, tracing the serpent ink winding down my stomach before sliding between my folds, past Viper’s methodical strokes, filling my dripping cunt.

I glanced down, watching their hands disappear from view, captivated by the way Ghost’s forearm, rippling with ink, moved faster, finding that sweet spot deep inside me that sent me spiraling into bliss.

"Don’t fight us, princess. Let go," Ghost urged.

With those words, I surrendered, the tension finally snapping as I was swept away in waves of ecstasy. I screamed again, my throat hoarse from the pleasure crashing over me.

My body convulsed, pleasure flooding my senses, each cry mingling with their growls of approval. But even as I fell apart, a part of me knew it was still not enough.

Still, I craved more.

"Such a good fucking girl," Viper groaned, his voice rough and filled with satisfaction.

"I—please—"

"What was that, princess?" Ghost tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense gaze, the smell of my slick on his fingers filling the air. "I couldn’t quite hear you. Were you begging? Speak up."

The burn inside me was unbearable, and my head spun as I tried to focus on him. "I need... more."

A slow grin spread across Ghost’s face. "Ride me, princess," Ghost commanded, his voice thick with desire. "Show me how much you want my knot."

My breath hitched as I shifted over him, my thighs trembled. Ghost’s cock throbbed beneath me. I took a moment to savor his gaze, the way his green eyes darkened with hunger as they raked over my body.

"That’s it," he growled, his fingers trailing up my thighs, coaxing me closer. "Don’t keep me waiting."

With a deep, shuddering breath, I sank down onto him, being careful not to jolt his injured shoulder, a soft moan escaping my lips as I felt him stretch me wide, filling every inch of me with a delicious, overwhelming fullness.

Ghost’s cock speared me open, bottoming out inside me, pushing the last coherent thought from my mind.

I gasped, my body already trembling from the overwhelming pleasure that spiraled through me, instinctively beginning to move, grinding against him with a desperation that even surprised me.

My body had no control—it craved him, craved the thick heat of his cock stretching me to my limits.

" Fuuuck , Candi," Ghost breathed, his voice thick with need as his hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm. "That’s it, princess. Nice and slow."

I shuddered as I sank back down, feeling his cock drag along my walls deliciously, the slight curve of his cock pressing perfectly against my G-spot with each sway of my hips. A low, primal moan escaped my lips, my back arching toward him.

He leaned up just enough to wrap his lips around my nipple, his hot breath sending sparks of pleasure through my chest, heightening every sensation. I picked up the pace, riding him harder, feeling the slick heat of my arousal coat him as the pressure inside me grew. His cock throbbed, and I could feel the telltale swelling at the base of his knot starting to form.

My breath hitched. The idea of his knot locking us together, of being tied to him, sent a jolt of arousal through me so powerful, I nearly cried out.

"That’s it," Ghost growled, his hands gripping me harder as his hips began thrusting up into me, matching my pace. "You’re gonna take my knot, princess. You’re gonna be so full of me, locked in place around my cock," he chuckled darkly. "Then you won't be able to run from me."

I whimpered, the heat in my core grew unbearable, pulsing with need, as his cock thickened even more inside me. His knot was swelling, stretching me wider as it lodged itself deeper inside me, the pressure building, locking me in place.

"Fuck," I gasped, my hands bracing on his chest, feeling the bulge of his knot growing inside me, pushing against my walls, locking us together.

Ghost’s growl turned feral, his eyes gleaming with a predatory darkness. "You feel that, princess? You’re mine now." His voice was a harsh rasp, filled with dark satisfaction as his knot fully expanded. "No running. You’re gonna take every last drop of me."

I could feel the throbbing pulse of his cock as his knot swelled completely, anchoring us in place, each movement I made causing friction that sent shocks of pleasure racing through my body.

I was stretched to the point of no return, completely filled by him. My body trembled, every nerve on fire as I ground against him, riding that fine edge between pleasure and pain, teetering on the brink of oblivion.

Ghost’s hands tightened on my hips, his voice a low growl of command. "Come for me, princess. You’re not getting off this knot until I feel you fall apart. You’re gonna fucking scream for me."

The raw power in his voice, the undeniable command, sent me over the edge. Pleasure surged through me like wildfire. I gasped, my body arching toward him as I spiraled into bliss. I cried out, my body shaking violently as my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

With each pulse of his knot inside me, my heat rose within me again. The pressure didn’t fade, it only intensified, throbbing with a need that demanded more.

"Fuck. I'm going to come again," I whimpered.

A deep, primal growl rumbled behind me. "Candice. You didn’t forget about me, did you?" Viper’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure, sending a thrilling shiver down my spine.

I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his dark gaze, a smirk dancing at the corners of his lips. "Are you ready for more? Because I’ll admit, I might be a little jealous my enforcer got to knot you first, sweetheart. I did tell you I was willing to share, remember? But—"

"Only if you got to claim me first," I cut him off, the memory of our first meeting at the Den flooding back.

He began to remove his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. "Lean forward baby, let me see how tight your ass is."

"What?" I asked, my heart dropping into my stomach. The thought of being knotted in both places was terrifying. But I wanted it more than anything. A fresh wave of slick coating Ghost’s knot.

"Fuck. She likes that idea," Ghost said through gritted teeth, his voice thick with need and hunger.

Viper chuckled, a wicked, sinful sound that filled the room, dripping with darkness and pleasure. "Good. Because I wasn't asking."