Page 79 of Torment Me Knot
Kev kisses my hip. My belly. Pulls back. His chin is wet and shining. I want to grip his hair and pull his face up to mine and lick myself off his mouth. I want every person who walks intothis kitchen for the next twenty-four hours to know what's on his face.
Fuck. This went further than I should have allowed.
He rises. Gathers me against his chest and holds me.
“Our girl,” Lex says against my temple.
I’m not going to fall into this trap.Too late.
My gaze drifts toward the glass doors. Both omegas are watching through the glass. Espie sits in the patio chair with morning light catching her dark curls, haloing them gold, her eyes locked on my face. Aubrey is tucked against her side, but his hazel-green eyes are on all of us.
“Shit.” It slips out. “They saw everything.”
Their scent drifts through the cracked patio door, arousal layered over their two-note bond.
Ezra breathes. “And they're both perfuming for us.”
Lex kisses my temple. “Look at them, Sera. Look at our omegas. They're alive because of you. They came back to us because of you. This is what you do for them.” He takes my hand and grinds my palm against his erection. “And this is what you do to me. To us. Don't you ever tell yourself again that you’re not deeply fucking needed...that you don't belong here.”
I’m desired.
I’m —
Then Aubrey whines. High and pained, his body curling in on itself. His face contorts. His scent thickens with distress.
“Shit.” Ezra is already moving toward the door.
Espie strokes his back, her small hand moving in circles, but her gaze locks onto mine. She leans down and whispers in Aubrey's ear, her lips brushing his temple. He nods. Small. Shaky. He nods.
Espie looks at me again. Her hand comes up. Slow. Trembling. Palm open. Reaching for me. A choice.
“Alpha.” Her voice cracks through the glass. “Please.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sera
Iscramble off the bench and bolt outside.
Naked. Flushed. Still shaking from what they did to me on the counter.
I should care about that. About the wetness between my thighs. About the fact I let it happen.
But Aubrey's scent is wrong, and my instincts are tearing me apart.
I can’t let my omega hurt.
I slide the glass door open. Cool air hits my bare skin and my nipples bead, goosebumps prickling down my arms. I shiver and keep moving.
Footsteps follow. Kev, Lex, Ezra. They feel it too. The burnt sourness yanks the same thread in all of us, our scent-match dragging us out the door.
Espie extends her hand toward me. Palm up. Fingers trembling. Aubrey curls tight against her chest, body shaking with each breath. Small broken sounds. His whimpers carve straight through me.
Their bonded scent wraps around me. Gardenia and clover, cedar and chamomile, woven so tightly together I can't pull the threads apart. The bonding bites stand fresh on both their throats. Espie's teeth on Aubrey. Aubrey's on Espie. They found each other first.
I smell of arousal and release. Of alphas and sex. I don’t know how they’re going to react. Blood orange and oakwood and Earl Grey and fresh linen layered into my skin so thick I taste it on my own tongue.
I lock my jaw.Too late. Work the problem.
