Page 80 of Torment Me Knot
Espie breathes in. Swallows hard and when her gaze shifts back, her pupils have blown. But she’s not backing down. Not flinching back. Good. That’s good. “He's hurting. Please, he needs you, Alpha.”
The pavers press cold into my bare knees when I kneel and reach out slowly. “Aubrey, honey. Can I touch you?”
He cracks open eyes he had clenched tight. Pupils dilated. His nostrils flare as he scents me and a heartbreaking whine falls past his lips. “Please.” He curls his fingers around mine, warm and trembling, and holds on.
“I'm here,” I murmur.Don't fuck this up. Don't you dare fuck this up.
He tightens his fingers on mine. His mouth opens. Shuts. Opens again.
“Please Alpha, it hurts.”
“I know.” I stroke my thumb across his knuckles. “Tell me what you need.”
He cries out and doubles over. His scent spikes, that burnt sourness sharpening. Espie makes a noise that guts me and pulls him tighter against her chest.
Lex's breath goes ragged. Ezra shifts his weight like he is physically holding himself in place. Kev doesn't make a sound. I don’t have to turn around to know his whole body strains toward the chair.
Aubrey breathes through the cramp. Lifts his gaze to mine. “Kiss me. Please.”
I lean in slowly, giving him every chance to pull back, but he doesn’t. His lips tremble against mine, and I keep it gentle. I stroke my thumb along his cheekbone, anchoring him. For a long moment he only receives, my pulse hammering hard enough that he must feel it through our joined hands. Then his mouth softens as he kisses me back.
Hesitant. Tentative. Like he is remembering how this is supposed to work. His lips move against mine, learning me, and my ribs do something complicated I am not going to think about right now.
I pull away before I push too far. His face contorts as our kiss ends. He curls in on himself, hips shifting. He is hard. The fabric of his sleep pants tents and dampens against his cock. His body demands what the kiss could not give him. Heat that won't be denied.
His gaze lands on me. “I need more. Please.”
Espie watches me, white-faced. “Help him. I trust you, Sera. Please. Help him.”
I trust you.The cost of those words on her face nearly undoes me.
“I won't take anything he doesn't give me. I promise you that.”
Her throat works. She nods once. Sharp.
I shift position and gently put my hands on his thighs. “Going to kneel between your legs, Omega. I’m going to touch you where it hurts the most. Is that okay, angel?”
“Yes, please,” Aubrey breathes.
I settle on my knees between his thighs. His scent hits me full force here when he parts his thighs, thick with heat and need, the sweeter note of slick underneath. His scent floods my mouth and heat builds behind my sternum. My clit throbs, the fresh memory of three alphas' hands still riding me whether I want it to or not.
I press my palm against the hard length of him, curl my fingers around his length and stroke. He shifts his hips into my touch, hungry. “Don't stop.”
Espie adjusts behind him, pulling him against her chest, arms wrapping from behind, chin hooked over his shoulder. The bonding bite on his throat sits inches from her lips.
“Sera's going to make it better. Just hold on to me,” she murmurs against his ear.
He laces his fingers through hers and brings their joined hands to his heart.
I stroke him through the fabric. He rocks his hips into my touch, chasing, hungry. His face scrunches. This is hurting him more. Touch is not enough.
“Alpha. Sera.” His voice breaks on my name. “I need your mouth. Please.”
“Oh, fuck.” Lex chokes as he fists his erection.
“Okay, if this is what you need, I’ll give you anything,” I say.
Aubrey nods and I ease the fabric over his hips. His cock springs free, curving toward his belly. The scent of his slick hits me, and my mouth floods. The throb between my own thighs sharpens. I am wet for him. I shove all of it down. This is not about me.
