Page 25 of Knot Only For One Night

They filled this aching space in my chest with warmth and comfort, and I could stay right here between them forever.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” Reed whispers, peppering kisses all over the back of my neck as his hands trail up my legs and wrap around my stomach, pulling me into him. I feel like a toy in tug of war and love it. I couldn’t hide the smile between Neven’s and my lips.

“Oh,” I moan, breaking my lips from Neven’s as Reed scrapes his teeth over my skin. My omega purrs and whines, and I can’t stop the grind of my overheated core against Neven’s stomach.

Maybe I... maybe I could do more than kisses and hugs.

Caramel mixes with pancakes in the air and oh my god they smell delicious together. I capture Neven’s lips again, needing another taste.

“Please,” I mutter, not sure what exactly I'm begging for. My omega is bolder than I am, taking over despite my shyness at never having done this before.

My face is flushed red for more than one reason. Every grind against Neven’s stomach makes the pain go away and so I keep going.

My mind is as awake as my instincts, and it’s causing a headache as a lash of heat whips my core.

I whine, pressing myself closer to Neven but also trying to press back into Reed. Taking Reed’s hand from my stomach, I try to drag him closer. He takes the hint, properly squishing me between the two of them, and it feels so damn right.

Reed ends up stepping back, the cool air brushing my skin and making me beyond uncomfortable. I try to climb Neven, hiking my leg over his hip higher. The action causes me to slip a bit, accidentally grinding against him… his… dick…and I moan at the rush of pleasure, biting the ever-living hell out of my bottom lip.

God. I need more.

Am I really… gonna be intimate with… someone— someones for the first time?

Yes, my omega screams in my mind. I decide to listen to her. She knows what she’s doing, after all, even if I don’t.

Dropping my legs from Neven’s hold, I turn towards Reed.

Before I do this, I need to see the man I’ve been talking to, dreaming over since I matched with him.

I stare into his brown eyes. Getting a real look at the man I’ve been obsessed over online for the last three days. His blond hair is a warmer blond in person. His skin is tanner, more alive, and soft. Covered in tattoos I want to trace with my finger… or my tongue.

The best part is the way he looks at me. The way his eyes shine and that little glimmer in his eyes makes bits of my nerves melt away.

I’m in safe hands. The best hands even.

Reed brushes his fingers over my burning cheek. “It’s nice to meet you, officially, beautiful.”

I blush at his words and nod my head. My hands land on his chest. A featherlight touch he leans into, and my nerves are soothed by the show of want from him.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” I can feel the blush spreading down my neck as his gaze pins me still.

“Now let me satisfy that needy pussy of yours.” His hands are lifting me by my waist and my feet dangle in the air as he throws me on my bed.

I can’t help the crazed laugh, half joy, half worry, that leaves my lips as the mattress dips under me.

“Reed!” I yelp, and then he’s on me, between my legs. Neven lets out a dark chuckle as he finds his spot next to me. Dragging his fingers up my side, a nice cooling effect on my burning skin where his touch meets.

“If you want either of us to stop, say…” Neven trails off, trying to think of a word. My mind goes blank too as I try to supply a safe word. All I can think about is them, naked and… And…

“Red?” I supply, but they both shake their heads.

“Reed’s nickname is Red,” Neven says and I hum. He lightly slides his lips over my skin, his hands wandering under my shirt and for once it doesn’t set off alarm bells in my mind. It doesn’t make me freeze or jerk away. I melt, I actually melt, and I smile as my eyes find his.

I never, ever, felt this way when with a guy. Or a girl, because I thought maybe I was gay. But no, I just never got comfortable enough.

“Guys,” I moan, withering in Reed’s hands. The heat lashing my body is getting stronger, uncomfortable again. I was… I need⁠—

“Motor?” Neven suggests and I groan. Needing their hands, lips, everywhere, under my skin at this point.