Chapter 37 Knottedly Ever After…
Knottedly Ever After…
~HAZEL~
Idon’t remember falling asleep, but I don’t wake so much as combust.
The first thing I notice is heat—radiating up from every inch of skin, pooling between my thighs, setting my pulse to “frantic bunny on Red Bull.” Candles flicker in puddles of gold along the old barn’s beams, shadows dancing across mound after mound of blankets.
Rain spits against the windowpanes, a steady percussion that matches the need throbbing through me, which is… unfair.
My nest’s gotten cozy. Excessive. I’m surrounded on all sides by plush and flannel and pillows, every inch steeped in pumpkin cream and brown sugar and—no, that’s not right.
My own scent’s shifted. It’s heady, dark at the edges—smoked caramel and cinnamon bark, wild and desperate. Every slow, humid inhale tangles in my chest, dizzy and sweet and a little unhinged.
I curl into myself, shivering as the heat spikes and then drops, hot-cold-hot like my hormones can’t pick a lane.
My thighs clench together, but it just makes everything worse, friction catching along slick skin, every nerve ending singing.
There’s an ache low in my belly that says “do something” but the rest of me is stuck in a haze of want.
I whimper. Pathetic. One squirming sound, and it echoes in the candlelit quiet, bouncing off barn walls like it’s a distress call.
It works. The next thing I know, the barn’s side door creaks—and in slink the cavalry.
Levi and Luca.
Of course it’s the twins. They’re always first in a crisis—though “crisis” might just be a code word for “Hazel’s gone full Omega, please send snacks and also dicking.”
They pause at the threshold, and for one weird, suspended second, I see what they see: me, nested in the dead center, blankets bunched at my hips, knees drawn up, hair wild, eyes probably too bright.
And my scent—oh, even I know it’s pulsing out, thick and sticky as molasses.
Both their gazes go dark, pupils blown, mouths curving like this is the best breakfast they’ve ever walked into.
Levi grins first, bright and cocky, and I see his chest expand as he tastes the air.
“No warning?” he says, which is rich coming from the man who once set off a Heat alarm at the Honey Lantern Café by just existing.
My voice is mostly a gasp. “Couldn’t—” I squirm. “—help it.”
“You never have to help it with us,” Luca says, softer, but already moving with purpose.
They reach the nest at the same time, dropping boots at the edge because apparently even Alphas have nest manners, and then they’re crawling in on either side.
The bed dips, blankets tighten, and I’m sandwiched in a heartbeat: Luca’s larger, steadier hand skimming my bare thigh, Levi’s hot breath already teasing my neck and jaw.
It’s a blitz. Synchronized, practiced, absolutely unfair.
Levi claims my mouth, deep and slow, tongue sliding in like he’s trying to map my pulse from the inside.
I arch into him and immediately die, but it’s fine, he catches me.
His hands aren’t gentle—they’re possessive, cupping my breast through the threadbare tank I wore to bed, thumb circling until the fabric’s pointless.
“Off,” he mutters, and before I can protest, he’s yanked the shirt up and over, baring me to the candlelight and the twins’ greedy gaze.
I try to cover myself, but Luca tuts. “Don’t hide. Not here.” He hooks my fingers, kissing the back of my knuckles before dragging them down to rest at my side. “Let us.”
Let them. Like I could say no now.
Levi’s mouth is instantly at my breast, licking and teasing and teeth just shy of pain, his stubble sparking shivers everywhere he touches. I moan—a real, helpless sound—and my hips jerk up, seeking…something.
Luca’s already there. One of his hands slides between my knees, gentle at first, then definite, parting my thighs. His other arm braces under my back, anchoring me, as if I might float away.
I can’t see his face, but I feel his inhale—the deliberate drag of my scent up his nostrils.
There’s a hitch, a growl curling low in his throat, and then his mouth is everywhere: kissing, licking, the flat of his tongue painting heat over my inner thigh, up and up until he finds the pulse of slick at my core.
I should be embarrassed by how wet I am. I’m not, not even a little. These Alphas want me like this—messy, needy, open. That thought alone makes me whine, which earns a hum of approval from both of them.
Levi doesn’t stop lavishing my breast, alternating between soft sucks and sharp little nips, his nose brushing sensitive skin again and again. Every time I gasp he laughs, the vibration traveling through my chest.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “So fucking soft. All ours, isn’t she?”
Luca answers for both of them. “Every inch.”
I can’t argue, not when Luca’s tongue is circling my clit in tight, relentless patterns that have my thighs shaking. He’s methodical, analytical even, learning what makes me see stars with every pass. Two fingers slip inside me, easy, and my body goes molten.
It’s too much. Not enough. Both.
No one ever warned me that Heat would feel like dying and being worshipped at once. That instead of fear or shame, I’d feel claimed in the best possible way.
“I can’t—” Words are fuzzy. I grab at Levi’s wrist, desperate. “More. Please.”
He leans up just enough to catch my mouth in a filthy, whipped-cream-sweet kiss. “You don’t even have to ask, sunshine.” One leg wedges between mine, pinning me open for Luca’s mouth, and his fingers tease at my nipple until I’m arching off the blankets.
Somewhere under the need, I can’t believe this is my life. My Heat. My pack. Alphas who show up not because they have to, but because they want to—because they crave the feel, the taste, the scent of me losing control.
I’ve never been wanted like this before. Not for what I could give, or how well I could behave, but for every wild, greedy, needy part of me.
The thought breaks something loose.
Luca’s tongue flicks hard, then gentle again, and he slides a third finger inside, stretching me perfectly. I cry out, and Levi grins against my cheek.
“There she is,” he rumbles, and I can hear the edge in his voice, thick with want but also pride. “Let go for us.”
Like there’s any other option.
They work in tandem—one teasing my breasts, the other devouring me between my thighs, so attuned that every whimper gets a response and every shiver is met with more, more, more.
I clamp down around Luca’s fingers, and he groans, nuzzling in deeper, like he wants to drown in me. The way he eats me out is downright obscene—every lap, every swirl, calculated to push me higher and higher. Levi bites at my throat, just below the jaw, where he knows it drives me wild.
“Need you,” I manage, the words more moan than syllable. “Inside—both—need—”
Levi’s hand leaves my breast and drags down my stomach, slow, possessive, until it meets Luca’s. Their fingers tangle for a moment, then Levi moves to grip my thigh, holding me wide as he lines himself up at my entrance.
I feel the heat of him, solid and slick, pressing at my entrance while Luca doesn’t stop working my clit. It’s mind-melting—the anticipation, the stretch, the way I’m already dripping down both their hands and neither one hesitates.
Levi pushes inside with a slow, determined roll, stretching me wide, filling every inch like he belongs there.
He does. They do.
My scent spikes, cinnamon and caramel and something sweeter, and both Alphas growl in unison—the sound is primal, hungry, and it makes my toes curl.
Luca’s hand shifts, thumb circling my rim, teasing and sliding, not pushing in but so, so close. He’s watching, I know he is, judging how I take Levi, how my body trembles and clenches and begs for more.
Levi starts thrusting—deep, steady, and so damn good—but he slows when I start to moan, almost as if he wants to savor every sound. “Look at you,” he huffs against my neck. “Fuck, Hazel. You were meant for this. For us.”
His praise shatters the last of my composure. I want them so bad I ache. I want to be filled everywhere, ruined and put back together at the same time.
“Luca—please—” I whine, wiggling my hips back toward his teasing. “I can handle it. Promise. Need both. Need everything.”
Luca’s restraint snaps. “You want both our cocks, pumpkin? You want all of us?”
No room for modesty. I nod. “Yes. Want you both. Need—need to feel it. Please—prove I can—”
Levi damn near shakes when he hears it. “You heard her, Lu. Give her what she’s begging for.”
Luca slicks his fingers around my rim, patient even now, stretching and working me until I’m writhing—then, with a single, relentless press, he slides the tip of his cock inside me from behind.
The stretch should hurt, but it’s perfect. Designed for this. For them.
I choke on a cry, nearly coming on the spot, and both Alphas shudder.
“Good?” Levi grits out, even as he rocks into me with growing urgency.
“So good—please, don’t stop, don’t—oh—”
Luca groans, deep and guttural. He pushes in a little farther, matching Levi’s strokes, syncing their rhythm so I’m full from every angle. Their cocks slide together inside me, separated only by that thin wall, and every nerve ending goes electric.
The barn fills with the sound of rain, their ragged breaths, my own desperate moans.
I can’t hold still—my hips try to meet both, lost in the madness of it.
The twins are feral, hands everywhere, mouths never satisfied.
Levi fists my hair, keeping me rooted, while Luca’s grip on my hips promises I’m not rolling away even if I lose all muscle control.
“Look at her, Lu,” Levi pants. “Taking both of us, like she was made for it.”
“Perfect Omega,” Luca agrees, voice barely human. “Ours.”