Page 49 of Knot The Nanny We Planned

I find her clit and circle it with my tongue. Slow. Deliberate. Not enough to make her come, just enough to make her shake. Her thighs clamp around my head, then release, then clamp again, like she can't decide whether to pull me closer or push me away.

"Don't stop," she gasps. "Don't, Knox…"

I don't stop. I alternate between broad, flat strokes of my tongue and sharp, targeted flicks against her clit. Her slick is coating my chin, my lips, running down my throat. I slide two fingers inside her, long, slow, deliberate, and curl them upward.

She screams.

I feel her channel clamp around my fingers, tight and pulsing, the rhythmic squeeze of an omega on the edge. I add a third finger, stretching her, and the sound she makes, somewhere between a moan and a sob, makes my cock jerk so hard against my zipper that I see stars.

"That's it," I growl against her clit. "Feel how open you are? Feel how ready? My fingers are inside you, Willow, and you're taking them so well. But this is just the beginning. By the time we're done with you, you're going to be so full you can't breathe."

She moans, long, desperate, and broken.

"Knox." Deklan's voice, from somewhere above Willow's head. Low. Controlled. But fraying. "Let me."

I look up. Deklan has moved closer, and his mouth is near Willow's. Her head is tilted back, her neck exposed, her lips parted. Deklan's hand cups her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

Willow's eyes flutter open. She looks at Deklan, dark-eyed, steady, the man who knelt for her, and her expression shifts. Softens. Ignites.

"Deklan," she whispers. "Please."

He kisses her.

It's not the controlled, precise kiss I would have expected from him. It's deep and hungry, his mouth claiming hers with a desperation that's almost frightening. His hand slides from her face to her breast, and he rolls her nipple between his fingers, gentle at first, then harder, pinching, pulling, and she writhes between us.

I watch. My mouth is still on her, my fingers still inside her, but I watch Deklan kiss her. I watch the way her hands come up and grip his shoulders. I watch the way his controlled facade crumbles, jaw tightening, breath ragged, the strategist losing the war against the man.

It's the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed.

I double my efforts. My tongue works her clit in rapid, tight circles while my fingers stroke inside her, curving, pressing, finding that spot that makes her back arch off the nest. She's moaning into Deklan's mouth, the sounds muffled but unmistakable, and her channel is getting tighter. Clenching harder. Closer.

"Come for us," I murmur against her. "Come on my tongue, Willow. Let go."

Deklan pinches her nipple, I suck her clit, and she shatters.

The orgasm rips through her like a detonation. Her back arches, her thighs clamp around my head, and her inner walls convulse around my fingers, clamping, releasing, clamping again. Slick floods my hand, my chin, my chest. She screams into Deklan's mouth, and he swallows the sound, his arms wrapping around her, holding her together while she flies apart.

I work her through it. Slower now. Easing off as the aftershocks roll through her. My tongue gentles, my fingers still, and I press soft kisses to her inner thighs as the tremors fade.

When I finally pull back, she's lying in the nest with her eyes closed, chest heaving, limbs loose. Deklan is pressed against her side, his mouth against her temple, his hand stroking her hair.

She looks wrecked. Beautiful. And we haven't even started.

I look at JD.

He hasn't moved from the foot of the bed. His dark eyes are nearly black, his jaw so tight I can see the muscle jumping. Every muscle locked. Every line rigid.

But his eyes are on Willow. And the look in them, hunger, yes, but also reverence. Awe. The look of a man standing at the edge of something sacred.

"JD," Willow says. Her voice is a whisper, but it carries. "Come here."

The Alpha moves. He strips off his pants, no hesitation, no ceremony, and the moment his cock is free, Willow's eyes go wide.

I don't blame her. JD is... substantial. Thick and long. The kind of cock that makes a person reconsider their life choices. And at the base, his knot is already swollen, a dense, heavy bulge that's going to stretch her beyond anything she's experienced.

"Knox prepared you," JD says. His voice is gravel. "But if you need more time…"

"I don't need more time." Willow reaches for him. "I need you."