Page 140 of Bitter Truths

The kiss he gives me steals my breath.

“Look at me,” he commands. “I want to see your face when you take me fully.”

I lock eyes with him, and his knot begins to expand, making me whimper.

“Focus on me,” he instructs. “Only on me. On us.”

“Alpha,” I gasp. “So much...”

“It will fit perfectly, Omega,” he insists as his thumb finds my clit. “I promise.”

His knot fills me. The fullness is delicious and overwhelming, and everything I never knew I needed.

“Oh god,” I cry out.

The pressure of it causes an orgasm to crash through me without warning. My body convulses, walls clamping down on him.

I feel his cock pulsing violently inside me, and his hips jerk upward as he comes too. His teeth graze the junction of my neck and shoulder.

That’s when a rumbling from deep in my chest begins, low and content, that shocks the hell out of me. And them.

“Oh my god. She’s purring,” Freddie says, wonder in his voice.

Weller holds me close as the purr intensifies, pressing his chest against mine. His knot continues to throb inside me, sending aftershocks through me.

The others move closer, drawn by the sound I am making. They all find a way to touch me like they need to feel it too.

I might actually be in heaven.

Weller presses his forehead against mine. “Knot is going down. Few more minutes.”

I hate that I’m about to break the spell.

I never want this to end.

“How much time do you have?”

The atmosphere shifts instantly, all warmth draining from the clearing as their anxiety spikes. Weller’s body goes rigid beneath me.

“A little over an hour,” Owen answers, his voice hollow.

Their expressions turn bleak, contentment shattering into grim resignation.

I look at all of them. “Don’t let her ruin this. This is ours.”

After Weller’s knot releases me, they help me dress with careful hands. My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache, but it’s a satisfying kind of pain… a reminder of what we’ve shared.

“I can walk,” I insist as Owen reaches for me when I lose my footing. He raises an eyebrow.

“You’ve been thoroughly fucked by four alphas,” he growls, strain beneath his gruffness as he lifts me into his arms. “Let me carry you, Princess.”

I relax against his chest, too exhausted to argue further.

The others hover close as we make our way through the woods toward my parents’ house. Freddie keeps reaching out to brush leaves from my hair. Tristan walks slightly ahead, checking his watch compulsively while scanning our surroundings and looking back at me. Weller stays at Owen’s shoulder, his eyes rarely leaving my face as if looking for signs I’m hurt or upset after what happened.

“Your parents aren’t home?” Tristan asks as we approach the back door.

“No, they’re with Winston.”