Page 61 of Knot Your Karma (Not Yours #1)
“So wet already,” Adrian observes, his thumb tracing the edge of lace. “So ready for us.”
“Please,” I whisper, arching toward their touches. “I need?—”
“We know what you need,” Reed says, settling between my legs. “Let us take care of you.”
His mouth finds my inner thigh, and apparently that spot has a direct line to every nerve ending in my body because I make a sound that would probably violate noise ordinances in most residential areas.
When he finally puts his mouth exactly where I need it, the sensation is so intense I cry out loud enough that I’m grateful for the partition.
“That’s it,” Declan says, his hands finding my breasts through delicate lace. “Let us hear you. Let us know how good we’re making you feel.”
Adrian’s mouth finds my throat, and the combination is overwhelming—Reed’s skilled tongue working magic between my legs while Declan and Adrian worship every other inch of available skin.
“So sweet,” Reed says against me, and the vibration makes me make sounds I didn’t know I could make. “So perfect. Could do this for hours.”
“Don’t,” I gasp, already trembling on the edge of something explosive. “I’m so close, I can’t?—”
“Then don’t,” Adrian says against my ear. “Let go. Let us catch you.”
When I come, it’s with the kind of intensity that makes me forget my own name, and the sound I make definitely just traumatized our poor limo driver. Reed works me through it until I’m sobbing with oversensitivity.
“Beautiful,” Declan says roughly, helping me settle back against the plush seats while Reed straightens my lace. “Absolutely beautiful.”
“We’re almost home,” Adrian observes, glancing out the tinted windows .
“Good,” I manage. “Because that was just the appetizer.”
The limo pulls into our driveway, and I catch sight of the driver’s carefully neutral expression in the rearview mirror. Poor man probably deserves hazard pay.
“Ready for the main course?” Reed asks.
“More than ready.”
“Inside,” Declan says. “Now.”
We make it approximately three steps through the front door before Reed apparently decides that waiting is for people with better self-control than we have. He presses me against the hallway wall, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that tastes like champagne and promises.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he says against my lips. “Watching you in this dress, saying those vows, binding yourself to us officially... God, Karma, I’ve never wanted anything more.”
The dress basically falls off me like it was designed for quick removal, which is either really convenient or a sign that I’m way more eager for this than I thought.
Probably both. Cool air hits places that have been aching for touch all day, and I’m left standing in vintage lace lingerie that makes Reed’s breath catch.
“Bedroom,” Adrian says firmly. “Now. Before we scandalize the neighbors.”
He lifts me easily, carrying me toward the stairs while Reed and Declan follow close behind, shedding formal wear with increasing urgency. By the time we reach my bedroom, inhibitions and clothing have been abandoned throughout the house like a very expensive treasure hunt.
“On the bed,” Declan says, and his voice carries the kind of alpha command that makes my omega instincts sing. “Let us look at you.”
I settle onto the rumpled comforter, hyperaware of three sets of eyes tracking every movement with hunger that’s barely leashed.
The afternoon light streaming through the windows makes everything golden and soft, and for a moment we just look at each other—really look, without ceremony crowds or family expectations or anything but honest need and love so intense it feels like drowning in the best possible way.
“Perfect,” Adrian says quietly, settling beside me on the bed. “Absolutely perfect.”
His hands find my face, thumbs tracing my cheekbones with the kind of careful attention he gives to everything precious. When he kisses me, it’s with thorough devotion that speaks to years of being careful with beautiful things.
“My turn,” Reed says, settling on my other side. “I’ve been wanting to do this properly all day.”
His mouth finds that spot on my neck that makes me make embarrassing sounds, then moves to the place behind my ear that apparently has a direct line to every nerve ending in my body.
“Please,” I whisper, and the word comes out broken with want.
“Please what?” Declan asks, and the way he’s looking at me makes me feel like prey in the best possible way. “Tell us what you need, omega. Tell us how you want us to celebrate.”
“All of you,” I manage. “I want all of you. Together. Like we’re meant to be.”
They all touch me at the same time, and I think my soul leaves my body for a hot second.
Adrian’s hands trace every inch of exposed skin like he’s memorizing me for later recreation, which would be sweet if I weren’t too busy trying not to lose my mind.
Reed’s found that spot just below my breasts that apparently has a direct line to my clit, because that’s a thing I’m learning about my body today.
And Declan’s gripping my hips with the kind of possessive strength that makes my omega brain go completely offline .
“Together,” Declan confirms, his voice rough with promise. “Always together. Forever.”
And then Adrian’s moving over me, and holy shit, my omega biology just kicked into overdrive. I’m already slick and ready, which would be embarrassing if it weren’t so convenient. His gray eyes hold mine with that same intensity he brings to everything precious.
“I love you,” he whispers as he starts to push inside me, sliding through all the slick that’s basically pouring out of me at this point. The stretch makes me gasp and arch.
“I love you too,” I manage when he’s fully seated inside me, hands fisting in his dark hair. “All of you. Always. But if you don’t move right now I might actually die.”
He laughs, low and rough, and starts moving.
Adrian moves like he’s memorizing this moment, which should probably be romantic except I’m too busy trying not to lose my mind to appreciate the sentiment properly.
Reed’s hands find my breasts, and the combination of all three of them touching me at once makes me feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.
“So tight,” Adrian groans against my ear. “So perfect. Made for us.”
When my first orgasm hits, it’s like getting struck by lightning. My back arches clean off the bed and I scream while my body decides to have opinions about volume control that definitely violate several noise ordinances.
Reed mutters something that might be a prayer.
Declan makes a sound like a dying man.
Adrian follows me over with a groan that sounds reverent, and I can feel him getting thicker inside me as his knot begins to swell. The stretch makes me gasp and clench around him, and when it locks us together, I make a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a sob.
“Easy,” he murmurs, stroking my hair while his knot keeps us joined. “Just breathe through it. ”
The fullness is overwhelming in the best possible way, and I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to speak English.
“My turn,” Reed says with that smile that now looks distinctly predatory, settling beside us. “Take your time. I’ll be here when his knot goes down.”
We stay locked together for what feels like forever, Adrian’s hands gentle on my skin while Reed traces lazy patterns on my thigh that keep me simmering. When the knot finally deflates enough for Adrian to pull out, I whimper at the loss.
“You’re dripping,” Reed observes with satisfaction, and I should probably be embarrassed but instead I just arch toward his touch when his fingers trace through the mess.
What Reed lacks in alpha dominance, he more than makes up for in pure skill, which I’m discovering is a very good thing for my continued sanity.
His mouth finds my clit, tongue doing things that make me sob and thrash while his fingers work inside me, finding spots that Adrian missed and making me see actual stars.
“Reed,” I gasp, hands fisting in his hair as he adds a third finger. “I can’t—it’s too much?—”
“You can,” he says against me, and the vibration makes me arch off the bed. “You’re going to come on my tongue first, then on my cock. Think you can handle that?”
The dirty talk from Reed makes me clench around his fingers so hard he chuckles, which is cheating because the vibration does things that should probably be illegal.
When he finally makes me come with his mouth, I think I actually see the face of God, or at least the ceiling of my bedroom, which becomes very interesting when you’re having the kind of orgasm that makes you question the structural integrity of your own skeleton.
But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me time to recover before he’s sliding up my body and pushing inside me in one smooth thrust.
“God, you feel incredible,” he breathes, setting a pace that’s faster than Adrian’s, more urgent. “So wet, so ready for us.”
The different angle hits spots Adrian couldn’t reach, and I’m already building toward another orgasm when Declan’s hands find my breasts, pinching and rolling until I’m sobbing with overstimulation.
“That’s it,” Declan says in my ear. “Let go for us. Show us how good we make you feel.”
Reed’s orgasm triggers mine, and this one is somehow even more intense, leaving me shaking and gasping while he collapses beside me with a grin that suggests he’s very pleased with himself.
“Declan,” I whisper, reaching for him with hands that won’t stop trembling.
More. I just need more, which would concern me if I had any brain cells left for self-reflection.
“Turn over,” he commands, and his voice carries the kind of rough authority that makes my omega brain go yes sir without consulting the rest of me. “On your hands and knees. Present for your alpha.”
The words send a shiver straight through me, and I scramble to obey because my omega biology has completely taken over rational thought. I get on all fours, arching my back.
“Perfect,” Declan growls behind me, hands gripping my hips with possessive strength. “So wet for me. So ready.”
When he pushes inside me from this angle, it’s completely different—deeper, more intense, hitting spots that make me see actual stars. My back arches as I try to take all of him.
“My omega,” he says, voice thick with possession as he starts to move. “My mate. My home.”
The pace he sets is relentless, each thrust driving me forward until I’m bracing myself against the headboard, sobbing with pleasure. This position lets him get so deep I can feel him everywhere, which is probably not anatomically accurate but feels absolutely true.
“Forever,” he growls with each thrust, the word becoming rhythm and prayer. “All of us, forever. Pack and family and everything that matters.”
“Forever,” I gasp, because talking is hard when your alpha is systematically destroying your ability to think coherently.
Reed’s hands find my face, tilting it up so he can kiss me while Declan pounds into me from behind. Adrian’s fingers trace patterns on my spine, adding layers of sensation that make me tremble and clench around Declan’s cock.
“Come for me,” Declan commands, one hand reaching around to find my clit. “Come on your alpha’s cock. Show me you’re mine.”
The orgasm that rips through me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, probably because I’ve never had three men coordinating my destruction before. It starts deep in my core and explodes outward, making me scream and convulse while Declan drives into me with increasing desperation.
When his knot starts to swell, the stretch from this angle is almost too much, but in the way that makes you want more instead of less. I can feel every inch of it growing inside me, locking us together.
“Take it,” he groans, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take all of me. You’re mine now, officially and completely.”
His release triggers another orgasm that leaves me sobbing and shaking. When I finally collapse forward onto the bed, still locked to him by his knot, I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to form words that aren’t variations of please and more and holy shit.
“Easy,” Declan murmurs, carefully maneuvering us onto our sides without pulling out, his arms wrapping around me protectively. “I’ve got you.”
We collapse together like we’ve been hit by a very satisfying truck, which is probably not the most romantic way to describe post-bonding bliss but accurately captures the situation.
I feel like I’ve been thoroughly demolished and rebuilt by three men who apparently have advanced degrees in omega satisfaction, and our combined scents are making the room smell like the kind of thing that would make other packs jealous.
“So,” Reed says eventually, his voice completely wrecked but still carrying that hint of smugness, “that was a successful bonding ceremony.”
“The ceremony was beautiful,” I manage, voice hoarse from all the screaming I’ve been doing. “This was... Reed, give me a minute to remember how words work.”
“This is just the beginning,” Adrian adds quietly, already tracing possessive patterns on my skin despite the fact that we’re all basically puddles at this point.
“Decades of this,” Declan confirms, his arms tightening around us while his knot keeps us locked together. “Forever.”
I close my eyes and try to process the fact that six months ago I was convinced I was destined for loneliness, and now I’m bonded to three incredible men who just proved that fairy tales can be real and very, very explicit.
“I love you,” I whisper into the golden afternoon light, my scent soft with the kind of satisfaction that goes bone-deep. “All of you. Always.”
“Always,” they echo, and the word sounds like promise, like home, like the best kind of forever.
This is what coming home feels like. This is what love is supposed to be.
This is our beginning.