Knot Broken (Hiddenverse)

47. Lilah

CHAPTER 47

Lilah

His words sink into my soul. We found something real in the midst of a show that’s all about the views. So maybe the show isn’t as fake as he thinks. If I can heal and find my pack, the true place I belong in the world, it can’t be all pretend.

A squeak pops from my lips as he places me on the large sofa and follows me down without crushing me with his weight. Rafe kisses me like I’m the air he needs to survive, and if I’m honest, that’s how I kiss him back too. All teeth, soft swipes of our tongues as they dance, and the glide of our lips. Pheromones fill the space, not just mine, but all of theirs.

Moaning, I wrap my legs around him, attempting to pull him closer. He breaks the kiss with a chuckle that rumbles through my chest, setting off a chain reaction with the answering shiver that chases goosebumps down my spine.

“Mmm, sweetheart, I’m not in a rut tonight. We are going to take our time worshiping your body. Together.”

As if his words set Elliott and Miles free of some invisible hold, they stand up. Miles lets Elliott support him, and Rafe scoops me back up, easily carrying me into the massive bedroom. The bed’s large enough to fit a pack of at least ten. He sets me on the edge before slowly removing my clothes. Once completely naked, I scoot over the comforter to the middle of the plush surface. My eyes don’t leave the guys as they slowly undress as if they’ve planned this strip tease.

Elliott works one button at a time from his shirt, revealing his toned, smooth chest, then he shrugs out of his suit jacket and button-up, letting them fall to the floor. When his fingers go to his slacks, my stomach dips watching him with hungry eyes. But he pauses, and Rafe starts moving. His fingers tugging his tie fully off and releasing it before he removes his suit jacket and undoes two buttons and lifts his shirt over his head.

I wet my lips as my breath stutters out of my chest like a broken melody, caught between the rhythm of my heartbeat and the weight of his gaze. His fingers dip into his waistband, and Miles, who’s leaning against the massive bedpost, removes his jacket. He undoes the buttons at his wrists, pushing the fabric up his forearms and making it look like the sexiest thing in the entire world. I squirm, holding myself in place, because I can feel that this slow torture is part of savoring this night.

As he flicks the buttons on his shirt free, slick coats my thighs. And the mark just below my collarbone throbs with awareness. While the one on my inner thigh aches. Is making it official receiving Rafe’s mark too? Of me biting him too? Even though fear almost made me walk away from all of this, I crave that unbreakable connection.

When all three of them are in only their black slacks, erections straining against their zippers, I slip my fingers between my legs. If they can tease me, I can return the favor. Allowing my thighs to drop open, I circle my clit. When their focus is completely on me, it makes me feel powerful.

“In case the smell of my perfume isn’t enough of a notice…I’m ready—” I say, purposefully breaking off on a moan and dropping my head back to expose my throat.

Dipping two fingers inside, I work them at a leisurely pace as they rush to shed their pants. The bed dips beneath their weight, and anticipation builds within my chest. Miles crawls up the comforter, trailing open mouth kisses over my calf and inner thigh.

“You smell amazing,” he says, inhaling deeply.

He nips at Elliott’s mark, and I catch my breath on a whimper. “Says the alpha who smells like the perfect mix of coconut and almonds. My mouth’s watering for a taste.”

He groans, the sound vibrating through my upper leg. Then he glides his hand over mine and brings my fingers to his lips. My stomach dips as he sucks each digit into his warm mouth. His tongue swirling around each one, cleaning off any arousal coating them.

“I think cookies and cream are tastier.” He lifts his vivid blue eyes to mine, pure unfiltered love shining back at me. Sure, there’s lust and desire there, but it’s the love that makes my breath fill my lungs.

“The four of us make a dessert, that’s for sure,” I admit. My head’s swimming with their musk’s. Their pheromones ensure the omega in me wants to submit completely to them. But I would want to without nature helping it along.

Elliott trails his hand over my stomach, his fingers circling the swell of my left breast. My skin tingles each place he touches. Then Rafe mirrors his touch, lighting me on fire.

“Have you experienced a full pack together before?” Rafe asks. His eyes are focused on my nipple as he tweaks it to a tight peak.

“Umm…” my brow crinkles. “When we were together—” I say, but with his question, I’m not sure if that is what he means .

He chuckles, proving that was not what he was asking. “No. Have you experienced double penetration?”

Miles dips his fingers inside of me, gathering slick and running them down to my ass. He presses against my backdoor with a single finger that makes me squirm. Elliott holds me still with gentle hands. And Miles repeats the process, each time pressing a little bit more until the lubrication of my arousal allows him in. He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks at the same time he gathers even more slick.

All thought has left my mind. Every single bit of my focus is on Miles between my legs and Elliott and Rafe’s touch on my body.

“Is that a no, sweetheart?” Rafe whispers against my hot skin. He doesn’t give me a chance to answer whatever he’s asking before he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Earning him a whimper on the tail-end of a moan.

Elliott mouths and sucks along my collarbone and up the side of my throat. He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and slowly releases it. “I think that’s a no,” he breathes into my ear.

Are they having a conversation?

An orgasm builds like a coming storm, ready to release, yet getting stronger and stronger the more they kiss and touch me. Elliott ghosts his lips over mine, and I tangle my fingers into his hair, lifting my head off of the pillow to kiss him fully. He groans into my mouth, mixing with my seemingly constant sounds of pleasure.

He nips my lower lip at the same time Miles adds two more fingers, stretching me wider. And a need rips through me. I’m sure the two of them feel it through the bond because Elliott purrs with pleasure, while Miles growls possessively against my skin.

“You’re ready, sunshine,” Miles says. “Can you handle the two of us? ”

Miles watches me. A feeling of him holding back threading through the link. I nod only because I’m sure if I don’t, everything will stop. And I want everything they have to offer. As soon as I agree, that reserve that was flowing through the bond from Miles snaps like an old rubber band stretched too thin.

The three of them move together. Lifting me off of the bed, Rafe settles me in his lap, facing him, the length of his cock pressing against my stomach. My fingers find the curls at the base of his neck, and he smiles at me, then nuzzles my throat with a purr that does the opposite of calming me. Need unfurls inside of me. He reaches between us and adjusts himself between my legs. And I angle my hips and press against his crown. Impaling myself on his length.

Miles kneels behind me. His tip pressing against my backdoor sends a thrill through me. Rafe already has me stretched wide, but I pause as Miles slips past the muscled barrier. My slick eases the way, and he slowly works himself in and out until I think I’ll scream. I’m so focused on the new sensation that when Rafe lifts his hips off the bed and sinks further into me, it pushes me straight into an earth-shattering orgasm.

I’ve never been so full. And I might be addicted because as I come down, their thrusts have me clenching around them.

Rafe hisses out a sound that is half pain, half pleasure. Then he kisses my throat. His teeth graze my skin, and I offer him full access. Practically begging for his mark. He doesn’t hesitate. The burn of his canines breaking my skin and the link snapping into place a moment later rips a whimper from my lips.

He runs his tongue over the fresh bite mark and releases a breath that tingles along the sensitive flesh. “Now you, Lilah. Claim me,” he pleads, lifting his head and baring his throat to me .

A moan parts my lips, and I watch him through half lidded eyes. I need it almost as much as it feels like he does through the link. So I lean into him, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his throat, all the way down to his pulse. Then I bite him. The depth of emotions that fill me is everything I’ve ever imagined and more.

The feel of all of them through the complete bond washes over me. And I blindly reach for Elliott, needing to touch all of them. He’s there as if he feels it too. I wrap my fingers around his length and stroke him from his base to his swollen crown. Pre-cum coats my palm as I work him at the same rhythm Miles and Rafe are thrusting into me.

The urge to have him fuck my mouth at the same time they fill my other holes is a pure need. And I wrap my hand more firmly around him and wet my lips.

“Let me taste you, Elliott,” I demand. He doesn’t waste time finding his feet on the soft surface. And his large cock bobs at eye level. Cupping his balls, I slip my tongue over his slit, and his peanut butter cup flavor hits me. Delicious.

I moan, taking him further into my mouth. My gag reflex kicks in, and he retreats. But I suck him deep again and swallow around him. At the same time, Rafe groans, and I feel him lock into me. The warmth of his release fills me as he pulses. Miles thrusts harder and faster, like a man possessed, and the slight tug of Rafe’s knot with each stroke has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

The sweet taste of Elliott on my tongue and the incredible stretch of my ass, paired with all of the other sensations, wrings another orgasm from me. Wave after wave drowns me in pleasure, and they follow me.

It lasts forever. Time loses all meaning as the bond heightens all of the feelings and echoes back on each other.

I collapse in Rafe’s arms. He circles my waist and leans back, taking me with him. Miles slips out, leaving a slight ache behind, and drops to the bed next to us. While Elliott settles on my other side.

“I’ll have more of that please, but first a nap,” I murmur into Rafe’s chest, and a chuckle rumbles out of him.

I’ve never felt so content and loved in my life.