Knot Broken (Hiddenverse)

39. Lilah

CHAPTER 39

Lilah

Crickets chirp as I blink open my eyes. I’m cocooned in warmth, my face buried against a soft material. Did I fall asleep? Lifting my head, I follow the material up to Rafe’s sleeping face. I am sprawled over his sleeping body. My legs on either side of his hips, my dress up far enough that I can feel the material of his jeans on my exposed thighs and the metal of the button warm against my belly.

Elliott’s hand has shifted to my ass, resting half on my panties and half off, and his forefinger beneath the band as if he unconsciously knew what he should do. While Miles’ hand is still gripped around my upper thigh, although much closer to my center than before I fell asleep.

I hold my breath as I realize the cameramen are gone. The screen that had played the movie is blank, and the sky’s full of stars, with the moon high in the sky. It’s the middle of the night, and we are unsupervised. Completely. The film crew left me here. Sleeping in their arms.

It washes over me, making my whole body come alive. I focus on not moving. Wanting to soak up as much of this as I can. I lay my head softly back down to Rafe’s steadily rising and falling chest. A soft snore parts his lips, and his arms tighten around me. His hips lift against me in his sleep. And he mumbles incoherent sleep talk.

But his body responds to his movements. He hardens beneath me, his length settling almost perfectly against me. And I can’t help it as I tilt my ass forward, finding just the tiniest bit of friction between us. Need settles in my belly, and I do it again. And again. Elliott grips my ass tighter, encouraging my movements, and I’m not sure if he’s awake or as asleep as Rafe is. Miles’ touch rides higher from my quicker more insistent motion. Brushing against my soaked panties.

This is wrong. But I can’t stop. Lust, desire, need—whatever this is, it’s building inside of me like a storm. Only stronger than the night at the club. More demanding. Their musk fills my lungs, the combined mixture making me lightheaded. And I reach between us, popping Rafe’s button on his jeans and encouraging the zipper to slide down. The crown of his head has outgrown its confines, and my fingers brush against it. Mindlessly freeing his whole length.

I settle him between my legs. The only barrier’s my flimsy panties. And I wish I had the ability to just make them disappear. Instead, I move against him. A whimper parting my lips combined with a needy pant. I’ve crossed so many lines at this moment.

Rafe groans in his sleep. Squeezing me tighter. And I’m almost one hundred percent sure Elliott’s awake. His fingers have slipped beneath my underwear, and he’s gripping my ass tightly. I turn my head to look at him, and he meets my gaze. It’s clouded and full of pure desire. His eyes drop to my lips, and I close the distance between us, capturing his mouth with mine.

He moans into the kiss and keeps me moving against Rafe. I pull back with a gasp as Miles adjusts his fingers. He runs them beneath the fabric and against my bare skin. But that isn’t all he does. He adjusts Rafe against me so his warmth burns against my folds. Spreading me wide, the crown of his cock almost dipping inside of me. Until it does sink into me. I freeze on top of him. The sensation rushes through me, demanding I move.

And I give in. I let Elliott push my hips forward. Who am I kidding, I push my hips forward, taking Rafe all the way into me.

Rafe groans, lifting himself off of the blankets. His hand snakes up to my face and tilts my head in his direction. “Sweetheart,” he moans. “Don’t stop.”

He nips along my jaw, and I give him full access to my throat. His teeth graze against my neck and down to my collarbone. Then he’s moving. Keeping himself fully inside, he flips us, so my back is against the blankets and he is hovering over me. He goes up to his knees, still hilt deep. And reaches up to remove his shirt, while pushing down his jeans and maneuvering to kick them off.

Then he lifts my hips off of the ground as Miles and Elliott drag my sundress up my body. He pounds into me like a man possessed.

“I’ve dreamt of this. Being inside you. Ruining you for anyone else.” He breaks off with a moan. “You’re mine, Lilah. Mine and my packs. And we are going to make sure you know it. But first, let me show you what happens if you wake me up like that again.”

Pleasure starts to build inside of me, like an oncoming storm from his words. Gathering up and threatening release. Before he gentles his movements long enough for the other two to remove my dress and unclasp my bra, releasing my breasts.

Then they work together, pushing me into the storm, tearing my world apart.

I’m pieces of myself as I break even more. Giving them what they demand. My complete surrender.

Rafe’s relentless as he punishes me for waking him with each thrust of his thick cock. His knot slips a tiny bit deeper with each drive of his hips. And I crave it. My fingers tangle into Miles' hair as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. His teeth brushing the sensitive flesh. While Elliott dips his fingers into my folds, finding my clit and encouraging me to squeeze Rafe tighter.

One orgasm washes over me as another one starts to build.

I’m floating.

Weightless.

Free.

Then Rafe sinks fully into me, locking into me with his knot, and I gasp as I feel him release into me. Pulsing for what feels like days. At the same time Miles’ sinks his teeth into the skin just below my collarbone. Marking me. Claiming me. And I tumble right back into another climax.

As I come back to myself, Miles is running his fingers over the mark he just gave me. “We didn’t talk about it,” he says, and I can hear the regret in his tone.

I run my fingers over his jaw and tilt his face up to mine so I can meet his eyes. I might be riding the high of my multiple orgasms and the full feeling of having Rafe’s knot still connecting us. But some things don’t need to be said out loud to know they are right. And being marked and claimed by Miles is one of them. Maybe I’ll feel differently once I’m back at the villa and the sun rises bringing on a new day. But I don’t want him to regret this.

“We didn’t need to talk about it. I’m yours.”

A growl rumbles in Rafe’s chest at my words, and I squeeze him with my inner walls as I kiss Miles. Let him be possessive because I’m his too. Even if he doesn’t really want me.