Page 32 of Nesting With My Three Alphas (Hollow Haven #1)

Kit

M icah's knot had finally eased, leaving me floating in a haze of satisfaction and the warm glow of our newly formed bond.

I could feel him in the back of my mind now.

Not his thoughts, but his emotions, his contentment, his overwhelming love.

It was like having a piece of sunshine permanently tucked into my consciousness.

But my heat was far from over. If anything, being claimed by one alpha had intensified my need for the others, the bond with Micah stoking my heat into something hungrier, more demanding. My body was already beginning to crave the completion that would come from bonding with Reed and Jonah.

Reed had been watching from across the room with the focused intensity of a predator restraining himself, his green eyes dark with want and barely leashed control.

When Micah finally pulled away from me, pressing one last tender kiss to his claiming mark on my neck, Reed's whole body went taut with anticipation.

"My turn?" His voice was rougher than I'd ever heard it, gravelly with desire and the kind of dominant energy that made my omega instincts sing with recognition.

"Please," I whispered, already reaching for him.

Reed moved with purpose, not the gentle patience Micah had shown but with the confidence of an alpha who knew exactly what he wanted and intended to take it.

He settled over me, his larger frame making me feel deliciously small and protected, his scent surrounding me like a cocoon of leather and spice.

I could smell how my scent had changed now that I carried Micah's mark. Vanilla and honey layered with something richer, more complex. The combination seemed to affect Reed intensely, his pupils dilating as he breathed me in.

"Christ, you smell incredible," he said, his hands framing my face with a possessiveness that sent heat spiraling through me. "Micah's mark mixed with your heat... it's driving me insane."

His thumb traced over my bottom lip, and without thinking, I parted my lips to draw it into my mouth. Reed's eyes flashed with something primal and satisfying.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, and the praise made me whimper with need. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

His good girl. The possessive endearment made something clench low in my belly, my body responding to the dominant energy he carried so naturally.

"I want to find out," I said, surprising myself with my boldness.

Reed's smile was sharp and full of promise. "Oh, you will. I'm going to show you exactly what you do to me, sweetheart. But first..."

His mouth crashed down on mine with none of Micah's gentle exploration.

This was claiming, pure and simple. Hot and demanding and perfectly matched to the fire building in my veins.

When his teeth caught my bottom lip, when he sucked hard enough to make me gasp, I felt every nerve ending in my body light up with want.

"I need to taste you," Reed growled against my mouth. "Need to make you come on my tongue before I claim you properly."

The filthy promise sent a shock of arousal straight through me. "Reed..."

"What, baby? Tell me what you want."

What did I want? I wanted his mouth on me, his hands holding me down, his complete and total focus on my pleasure.

"I want you to taste me," I said, my voice breathy with need. "I want your mouth."

"Good girl," Reed praised again, beginning to kiss his way down my body with the single-minded determination of a man on a mission. "I'm going to make you scream my name."

Reed's approach was completely different from Micah's gentle worship.

Where Micah had been reverent, Reed was possessive.

Where Micah had asked permission, Reed took what he wanted with the confidence of an alpha who knew his touch was welcome.

He sucked marks into my skin as he moved down my body, claiming me in ways that would be visible for days.

"Mine," he growled against the curve of my breast before taking my nipple into his mouth with enough intensity to make me arch off the bed. "All mine."

His hands held my hips down when I tried to writhe, his strength a reminder of exactly how powerful he was and how completely I was at his mercy. The thought should have scared me, but instead it sent another wave of arousal through my system.

"Stay still," Reed commanded, his voice carrying an authority that my omega responded to instinctively. "Let me take care of you."

When his mouth finally reached its destination, when his tongue made the first broad stroke through my folds, I cried out with genuine shock at the intensity of sensation.

I was still sensitive from Micah's claiming, every nerve ending heightened, and Reed's skilled attention felt almost overwhelming.

"Fuck, you taste incredible," Reed groaned against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. "Like honey and heat and everything I've ever wanted."

He worked me with the same focused determination he brought to every project, his tongue exploring every fold and sensitive spot with methodical precision.

When he thrust his tongue inside me, when he fucked me with his mouth while his hands held my thighs apart, I could barely breathe from the intensity.

"Look at you," Reed murmured, pulling back to admire his work. "So wet for me, so perfect. I could eat this sweet pussy for hours."

The filthy words sent another wave of arousal through me, my hips bucking toward his mouth despite his firm grip holding me in place.

"Please," I gasped, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.

"Please what?" Reed's finger traced through my wetness, circling my clit with barely-there touches that made me whimper. "Tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart."

"I want your mouth back on me," I begged. "I want your tongue inside me, on my clit, everywhere."

"Such a dirty mouth on my sweet omega," Reed said with satisfaction, sliding two fingers inside me while his thumb found my clit. "I love hearing you beg for what you need."

The dual sensation of his fingers stroking inside me while his thumb worked my clit had me climbing toward the edge embarrassingly fast. But when I tried to close my legs, tried to increase the pressure, Reed's free hand pushed my thigh back down.

"Keep them open," he commanded. "Let me see everything. Let me watch you fall apart."

When he lowered his mouth back to me, when his tongue joined his fingers in driving me toward madness, I thought I might actually die from the intensity. He licked and sucked at my clit while his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars.

"Reed, I'm going to..."

"Not yet," he said, pulling back just enough to make me whine with frustration. "Not until I say you can."

Not until he said I could. The command sent a thrill through me that I hadn't expected. I'd never enjoyed being controlled before, but this wasn't about control. This was about trust. Trust that Reed would take me exactly where I needed to go.

"Please," I begged, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Please what?" Reed's smile against my skin was wicked. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart."

"I need to come," I gasped. "Please let me come."

"Such a good girl, asking so nicely." Reed's mouth returned to me with renewed intensity, his tongue working in patterns that had me seeing stars. "Come for me, Kit. Let me hear how good I make you feel."

When the orgasm hit, it was with the force of a tsunami.

I screamed Reed's name just like he'd promised, my body arching against his hold as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.

He worked me through it with relentless attention, drawing out every last aftershock until I was trembling and gasping and completely undone.

"Beautiful," Reed said, kissing his way back up my body with satisfaction radiating from every pore. "You're so fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me."

When I fell apart for him. Like my pleasure was something he'd earned, something that belonged to him.

"I need you inside me," I said when I could speak again, my hands reaching for his belt with desperate urgency. "I need your knot, your mark, everything."

Reed's control finally cracked, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest as he helped me strip away the barriers between us.

When he was finally naked above me, when I could see all of him, the lean muscle, the tattoos that decorated his arms, the impressive length of his cock already dark with arousal, I felt my mouth water with want.

"Like what you see?" Reed asked, his voice cocky despite the way his hands shook slightly as he positioned himself at my entrance.

"I love what I see," I said honestly. "I love all of you."

Something soft flickered across Reed's expression, a vulnerability that he usually kept hidden beneath layers of confidence and charm. "I love you too, Kit. I've wanted you like this for so long it scared me. Never thought I'd deserve something this perfect."

The admission made my heart clench with affection. This was Reed beneath the swagger, uncertain, hopeful, afraid of wanting too much.

"You deserve everything," I whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "And I want to give it all to you."

When Reed pushed inside me, it was with one long, steady stroke that filled me completely. The stretch was intense after Micah's knot, but my heat-prepared body accepted him eagerly, clenching around him with desperate need.

"Fuck," Reed breathed, his head dropping to my shoulder as he fought for control. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect. Like you were made for my cock."

The crude words sent heat spiraling through me, my inner walls fluttering around him in response.

"You like that, don't you?" Reed asked, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate slowness. "You like hearing how good you feel wrapped around me."

"Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I love it. I love feeling you inside me."