Page 201 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

"Sparkles," he says, delighted and already hard beneath me.

"Hold still," I murmur, bending over him to kiss his jaw, his cheek, the shell of his ear. "I’m rewarding good behavior."

He bucks under me, laughing, but it's not serious enough to throw me off. He's not really trying to escape, just giving me something to ride while I mouth at his throat and enjoy the feel of him stretched out under me, gorgeous, dangerous, and all mine to climb.

I expect the others to join us immediately, but they don't.

They keep building the nest instead, moving around us with slow purpose while they watch me kiss Blaise. His mouth is hot and greedy under mine, all teasing bites and filthy little laughs against my lips.

His wrists stay pinned for about three seconds before I forget why I was pretending to restrain him and start pawing at him instead, running my hands over his toned body with delight.

Blaise groans into my mouth when I grind down over the thick line of his cock through his pants.

"Fuck, Sparkles," he mutters, voice rough with desire. "That’s it. Use me."

I do.

It's been too long. I'm still wound tight from the weeks before the attack, and then the weeks following it filled with healing and having a fortress to help rebuild. I had no room in my head for this, but now all that heat comes rushing back at once, and it is almost humbling how fast my body responds.

Another drag of my hips over his and I'm breathing harder, already on the edge of coming from friction alone.

Then a thick arm bands around my waist and lifts me clean off him.

"Viper," I gasp, the sound breaking into a needy whine.

He holds me upright with my back against his chest as if I weigh nothing, one massive hand spread over my stomach, the other banded over my chest. Heat floods my face, then drops lower when I feel how hard he is, his member pressing insistently against my lower back.

"Now, now, Omega," he murmurs into my ear, his voice a deep rumble that goes straight through me to my core. "If you’re going to play with Blaise, you should do it properly."

My lips part. I lick my kiss-swollen lips and nod before my brain fully catches up.

"Yes, yes. I want to do it properly."

"That’s our good girl."

The praise hits me like a spark to dry tinder.

I shiver, and Viper feels it. His grip tightens for a pleased second.

I don't even have to ask for more, because Shade is already there, kneeling in front of me with that calm, intent focus of his that somehow makes everything feel dirtier because he sees everything. My debauchery logged forever in his impressive memory.

His fingers find the fastening on my pants and work them open with brisk, practiced ease. He glances up once, catches my expression, and smirks before tugging my pants and panties down together in one smooth pull.

Cool air kisses my skin.

I am panting, suspended against Viper’s chest with Blaise, or maybe it's Blaze, waiting beside me, his eyes bright with hunger and mischief. Knox says nothing, and somehow that quiet attention is the most obscene part of all.

Then I glance down and realize Blaise’s pants are gone too, and he's gripping the base of his cock, holding it upright and ready.

Viper effortlessly lifts and lowers me with impossibly slow and deliberate care, like he has all the time in the world to make me lose my mind. A droplet of my slick slides from me and drips onto Blaise's waiting length.

I feel like the princess Knox accuses me of being with a full set of devastatingly competent mates acting as some kind of sex-butlers.

The first full press of Blaise's cockhead at my entrance makes me buck, desperate for more.

Viper finally lets me go, and I emit a helpless whine as I slide the whole way down, taking the cock in one go.

I sit there with stars in my eyes for a stuttering breath before my instincts dictate that I move. I rise and lower myself, bouncing four times, and on the fifth, I shatter. My orgasm slams into me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, white dots exploding behind my eyelids.