But it’s Noah’s knot I’m going to take first.
“I’m ready,” I tell Johan. Just the admission out loud is enough to cause my insides to squeeze.
I’m still coming down from the climax Noah and Johan gave me. Yet I’m already preparing for another.
It’s like I’m insatiable.
And maybe I am.
These alphas have been driving me crazy since we met. This moment feels inevitable. They’re my scent matches. Of course I want them. It’s only natural.
That I’ve managed to hold back this long is a miracle.
But I’m done fighting this pull.
Instead, I’m going to let them have me. Keep me.Knot me.
I kiss Johan again, his lips and tongue addictive. He’s not gentle, but he isn’t harsh either. He’s just perfect. The way he treats me like an equal, not a toy. The way he makes me feel alive. The way he’s tender while also ensuring that I know he’s not afraid to push a little harder.
So very different from Noah and Lazarus, both of whom have their own flavors of sensuality.
Yet somehow all three of these alphas are meant to be mine.
I’m no longer terrified. I’m elated.
Maybe it’s the captivity that’s changed my mind. But I don’t think it’s that at all. It’s simply them.
Johan palms my cheek, his forehead meeting mine. “I’m here if you need me,” he says against my lips.
Then he rolls to the side and sits up.
I swallow, suddenly feeling exposed without his body covering mine.
But one glance at Noah causes heat to swathe my being.
He has his hand on his cock, lazily gliding it up and down while watching me.
“I haven’t chosen yet,” I tell him, glaring at his movements. “Thatisn’t my choice.”
He arches a brow. “You saying I can’t touch myself, little bee?”
“I’m saying that knot is mine,” I tell him, feeling possessive and pissed off that he’s starting without me.
It’s irrational. On some level, I recognize that.
But I can’t focus on that right now.
Because this feels like a test I’ve failed.
He issued a challenge and doesn’t think I can follow through.
Andthatpisses me off.
I slide off the table with purpose and move to straddle him. “Put your hands on my hips.”
“Yes, omega,” he murmurs, doing exactly as he’s told.
“Don’t help me.” I want to prove I can handle him without assistance. It’s important.
