Page 144 of Torment Me Knot
“I know.” I am not sure how long we have been here. The fairy lights are still on. The plants give off their night smell — the tomato vines sharp and green, the climbing rose sweeter now the temperature has dropped. Aubrey slept and woke and slept again and is awake now, lying on his side with Kev's hand on his hip, watching the rest of us with those pale eyes that see everything. Espie is boneless against Kev's chest, her face slack, her breath even.
Sera is here. That is still the fact I keep returning to. She’s in our nest, under our lights, with our bonds fresh on her skin.
“How's your hand?” I ask.
“Numb.”
“Tell me if it starts to hurt and I’ll apply another nerve block.” I leave it there. She knows I'll notice before she has to say anything.
“You’ll be the first to know.” Her right hand slides up to wrap around my wrist, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there. “Ezra. Stop hovering.”
“I’m not hovering,” I answer, though my voice has gone rough. “I’m doing medical surveillance.”
She makes that soft sound again—half laugh, half exhale—and then she moves. She pushes herself up, hair tumbling loose around her shoulders, and the sight of her bare skin in the low fairy lights makes my cock twitch hard against my thigh.
“You’re hovering,” she murmurs, eyes dark, “but… I don’t mind.”
She pulls me down with both hands and when her mouth opens under mine, I groan, deep and helpless. The kiss turns hungry fast. She tastes like blood orange and basil and something sweeter that’s only hers. I slide my hands down herback, gripping her ass as she crawls fully into my lap. Her knees settle on either side of my hips and she reaches between us, wraps her fingers around my cock, and rubs the head through her slick folds.
“Fuck, Sera,” I breathe against her lips.
“Gonna take you now, Alpha.” She sinks down on me in one slow, deliberate roll of her hips.
She’s wet, tight, and blazing hot, she takes every inch of me. I feel her walls stretching, fluttering, slick gushing around me as she seats herself fully. A low, broken sound leaves her throat the moment I bottom out inside her.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan, fingers digging into her hips. “So wet for me.”
She rolls her hips experimentally, grinding down in a slow, torturous circle that makes my cock throb deep inside her. I thrust up to meet her, shallow and deliberate, and she gasps, her good hand pressing flat to my chest for balance.
“I love it when you take what you want,” I tell her.
“And I love it when you drive up into me,” she answers, rocking down again, harder this time. “Just like that.”
Her scent deepens fast. Her blood orange ripening into something lush and heavy, basil sharp and bright, the cedar note of her alpha rising underneath. It coats the back of my tongue. I can’t stop touching her. My hands roam everywhere. Her waist, the curve of her ass, the soft swell of her breasts. Every time she grinds down, I thrust up to meet her, fucking her in slow, deep strokes that make her cunt clench around me.
Across the nest I hear the others, but they feel miles away. All I can focus on is the way Sera rides me in long, rolling movements, her hips circling, her slick coating my cock and dripping down my balls.
Her pussy clamps down hard, her lock clenching into a vice that strangles my cock in pulsing, rhythmic squeezes. “Ezra…Ezra…” she moans, voice shaking. Her whole body seizes, thighs trembling violently. I hold her through it, gripping her hips and thrusting up in short, deep strokes that drag the orgasm out, forcing her to ride the pleasure while her lock strangles me.
The pressure is so intense I nearly lose it right there. I keep moving, fucking her through every aftershock, letting her cunt milk and squeeze and drown me.
“I want your bite,” she breathes, voice hoarse and broken.
“I’ll give you anything you want. Especially this.” My teeth sink into her flesh and her essence floods me in a rush. It’s overwhelming, hot and sweet and alive. I feel her pleasure crash into me like a second orgasm. My vision whites out for a second as the bond tears wide open between us. She arches hard into my mouth, a broken cry leaving her throat as I lick over the fresh mark.
Her hand slides into my hair, fingers tightening at the base of my skull, and then she bites down hard over my gland.
The instant her teeth break skin, her essence crashes through me. A helpless gasp tears out of me as my hips jerk upward on instinct.
I drive up into her deep and hard as my knot begins to swell, locking inside her while I flood her with pulse after pulse of cum. She milks me through it. The bond pulses between us, hot and bright, and we shudder through it together, both of us shaking, clinging to each other as the pleasure crests and finally ebbs.
When I see clearly again, she’s dropped her shoulders and gone completely still. Not scanning the room. Just looking at me with those dark, open eyes, like I’m the only thing that exists right now.
“I should tell you,” I murmur against the mark, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first morning you stood in our kitchen and looked at us like we were a problem you hadn’t solved yet.”
Sera stays quiet for a long moment, fingers curled loosely at the nape of my neck. When she finally speaks, her voice is low and warm.
“You were never a problem I wanted to solve, Ezra,” she whispers. “You were the one I wanted to keep.”
