Page 73 of Knot My Luck

Cathal returns then, carrying a steaming mug of tea. He sets it down in front of me before bending to press a kiss to my temple, lingering for a moment as his fingers slide through my hair.

I turn my head, catching his mouth in a proper kiss, slow and deep, my body instantly softening beneath the warmth of him.

He pulls back just enough to search my face, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable. Then his nostrils flare slightly, his pupils dilating.

I freeze.

They know.

A shiver runs through me as the air in the room shifts, thickening with something primal. Lorcan tenses beneath me. Tadhg straightens, his expression sharpening. Cathal is the only one who doesn’t move.

He just watches me with his icy gaze, his breathing deep and measured, but I can feel it in the way his body has gone tight with restraint.

I swallow, setting my tea aside with deliberate care. Then I stretch slowly, my pulse hammering as I push up from Lorcan’s lap, my fingers trailing over Cathal’s chest as I move past him.

“I think I’m going to the nest,” I say.

Silence. Heavy. Charged.

We discussed this after my last heat. Now that we’re all bound, a proper pack, we talked about maybe starting a family. No one was opposed to the idea, so we agreed that when my pill ran out, I wouldn’t refill the prescription.

And now it’s time. My heat is here. And I’m…hopeful.

I take another step, glancing back over my shoulder, my voice softer this time, more certain.

“You should come with me.”

The reaction is instant.

Lorcan growls, a deep, rumbling sound that sends heat licking down my spine.

Tadhg exhales sharply, raking a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening.

And Cathal?—

His control snaps.

He moves before I can take another breath, crossing the room in three strides. His hands find my waist, firm and commanding, his mouth crashing over mine with a hunger that makes my knees buckle.

I moan into him, my hands fisting in his shirt, but before I can sink fully into it, he lifts me, throwing me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing.

A startled laugh bursts from my lips. “Cathal?—”

He lands a sharp smack on my ass, growling, “Run while you still can, a ghrá. Otherwise, you’re not leaving that bed for days.”

Heat floods my body, my head spinning as the other two close in.

“How do I run when you’re holding me?” I huff, but I’m shaking with laughter.

Tadhg grips my chin, tilting my head back so I have to look at him. His eyes are molten, a slow smirk curving his lips. “We’d have caught you anyway, Cloverheart. You’re ours.”

“That a promise, alpha?”

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to.

Lorcan reaches us last, his fingers tangling in my hair as he drags my head back further, his mouth brushing against mine.

“Ask us, mo chroí,” he rasps. “Tell us what you want.”