Chapter 32 #2
“Knox,” she whimpers, shifting in her seat. She presses her thighs together, a restless movement. “I feel... hot. Too hot. I feel like I’m dying.”
“I know, chérie,” I say, my voice sounding strained to my own ears. “We’re almost home. Just hold on.”
“It hurts,” she breathes out, her voice cracking. “My skin... it feels too tight. Like I’m going to burst.”
“Eli,” I bark into the backseat. “Water. Cold washcloth. Now.”
Eli doesn’t ask questions. He’s already moving, digging through the glove box for a bottle of water and ripping a pack of wet wipes open with his teeth.
“Here, Amber,” Eli says gently, leaning forward between the seats. He presses the cold bottle against the side of her neck.
She moans at the contact, a low, guttural sound that goes straight to my cock. She leans into his hand, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She’s delirious.
I finally turn onto the industrial road that leads to the warehouse. I see the lights of the bay up ahead. I feel like I’ve been driving for days.
I pull into the warehouse bay, hitting the button to close the overhead door before the truck even stops moving. Fallon is out before the wheels stop, locking the bay door, securing the perimeter.
I open the back door.
Amber is a mess. She’s sweating through her shirt, her hair plastered to her forehead, her jeans unbuttoned where she’s been clawing at them.
She looks at me with eyes that are wild, desperate, barely human.
“Knox,” she gasps, reaching for me.
I pull her out of the truck, her legs barely holding her weight. She sags against me, her hands gripping the lapels of my coat so hard I’m surprised she doesn’t rip the fabric.
“Take her to the rug,” I say to Eli. “Get the blankets. Fallon, water. Cold basin. Now.”
We carry her to the living area. The high ceilings and open space usually feel comforting, but right now, the warehouse feels too big, too exposed.
We need to make a nest.
Eli lays her down on the thick, cream-colored rug in front of the fireplace. It’s cold in here, but the moment she hits the floor, she starts clawing at her clothes.
“Off,” she sobs, fumbling with the hem of her sweater. “It hurts. Take them off. They’re scratching me.”
“Easy, chérie,” I say, dropping to my knees beside her.
I help her pull the sweater over her head, tossing it aside. She’s wearing a simple cotton bra, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a dark, feverish pink.
“My pants,” she whines. “They’re too tight. They’re squeezing me.”
Eli and I work together. I unzip her jeans while Eli pulls her boots off. We strip her down until she’s wearing nothing but her panties and her bra.
The sight of her steals the breath from my lungs.
She’s beautiful. Her curves are soft and ample, her skin glowing with sweat. But it’s the scent that wrecks me.
It’s pouring off her in waves, thick and intoxicating. The musk of an Omega in full heat.
She arches her back, a moan tearing from her throat. Her hips lift off the rug, seeking friction that isn’t there.
“Please,” she begs. “It hurts so much. The cramps...”
“I know,” I say, my voice sounding like I’ve swallowed gravel. I unbutton my coat, tossing it aside, then pull my shirt over my head. “I’m going to make it stop.”
Fallon appears with a basin of cold water and a washcloth. He kneels on her other side.
“Here,” he says, dipping the cloth and pressing it to her forehead. She sighs at the contact, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Cold,” she whispers.
“It won’t be for long,” I say.
I reach behind her and unhook her bra. Her breasts spill free, her nipples tight and dark.
I cup one, weighing it in my hand, running my thumb over the peak.
“Knox,” she gasps.
“Eli, hold her hands,” I command.
Eli moves behind her, sitting on the rug so her back is against his chest. He takes her wrists, pulling them gently over her head, stretching her out for me. It exposes her completely, leaving her vulnerable to my gaze.
“Good girl,” Eli murmurs in her ear. “Let him take care of you.”
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. They’re soaked through, the fabric clinging to her. I drag them down her legs, and the scent of her slick hits the air like a bomb.
She’s swollen. Her folds are puffy and dark red, glistening with wetness. She’s so aroused it’s running down her thighs, dripping onto the rug.
I crawl between her legs, pushing them open.
“Look at me, Amber,” I order.
She forces her eyes open, locking onto mine. Her mouth is parted, her lips wet and swollen. Her gaze is unfocused, glassy.
“I need you,” she says, her voice cracking. “Don’t make me wait.”
“I won’t,” I promise.
I lean down and drag my tongue flat through her folds.
She screams, her whole body bowing off the rug, her hands straining against Eli’s grip. The taste of her is electric—salt and musk and a sweetness that is uniquely Amber. It’s addictive.
“More,” she cries out, her hips bucking wildly. “I need more.”
I don’t tease. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her open, and feast on her. I lick and suck, driving my tongue into her entrance, drinking down the slick that pours out of her. She’s so wet, so ready.
She begins to make a sound, a high-pitched, mindless keening noise. Her head lolls back against Eli’s shoulder. Her jaw goes slack, completely loose.
I pull back for a split second to breathe, and I see it.
Her mouth is open, drool pooling at the corner of her lips. She is so far gone, so lost in the sensations, that she can’t even swallow. Her eyes are glazed over, unseeing. It’s a look of pure, primal need.
“She’s deep,” Eli says softly, wiping the drool from her chin with his thumb. “She’s flying, Knox. Don’t stop.”
I thrust two fingers inside her.
She gasps, her inner walls clamping down on me instantly. She is incredibly tight, hot as a furnace.
“You’re swollen, chérie,” I murmur, pumping my fingers in and out, watching as her slick coats my hand. “So tight. So hot.”
“Knox...” she sobs. “It’s not enough. I need... I need...”
“I know what you need,” I say. “You need the knot.”
I pull my fingers out and unzip my pants. My cock is throbbing, the knot at the base already swollen and demanding.
I’m painfully hard, driven by a primal need to claim her, to mark her, to fill her up until she can’t think of anything but us.
I position myself at her entrance and thrust in.
We both groan.
She’s impossibly tight, her body stretching to accommodate me. She digs her heels into my ass, pulling me in deeper.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I set a brutal rhythm. I’m not gentle. I can’t be. Her heat demands it.
I fuck her hard, driving into her with everything I have. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the high ceilings of the warehouse.
Fallon is still there, on his knees beside us. He dips the cloth in the water again, running it over her flushed skin, cooling her down even as I set her on fire.
“You look so good taking him, Sunshine,” Fallon whispers, his voice dark with desire. “You look like a goddess.”
“She is,” Eli agrees, kissing her temple.
I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine. Her walls are rippling around me, milking me, trying to pull the knot into her before I’m ready.
“Wait for it,” I growl, sweat dripping down my nose onto her chest. “Not yet, Amber.”
“I can’t,” she whimpers. “I need it. Please, Knox. Please!”
“Give it to her, Knox,” Eli says, his voice tight with his own restraint. “Let her have it.”
I grab her hips, holding her still, and slam into her one last time, grinding deep.
My knot swells fully, locking us together.
I feel her explode around me. She screams my name, her body convulsing, her back arching off the floor. Her orgasm is violent, pulling a roar from my own chest as I follow her over the edge.
I come deep inside her, spilling everything I have into her. The pleasure is blinding, a white-hot flash that wipes out everything but the feel of her body clamped around mine.
We collapse together, panting, sweating. The air smells of sex and sweat and us.
Eli releases her hands, and she immediately reaches for me, clawing at my shoulders. She buries her face in my neck, her whole body shaking with the aftershocks.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, rolling us onto our sides so I don’t crush her. I stay locked inside her, the knot pulsing between us, keeping us tied. “I’ve got you.”
Fallon strokes her hair, wiping the damp strands from her forehead. “You did so good, Amber. So good.”
“Is... is it over?” she whispers, her voice small and scared.
I kiss her forehead. “No, chérie. This is just the beginning.”
She lets out a soft, broken laugh. “I can’t... I can’t do it again. Not right now.”
“You don’t have to,” I soothe. “Rest. We’ll be right here.”
And we are. The three of us, a tangled heap on the rug in the middle of our warehouse. The fire isn’t even lit, but I’ve never felt warmer.
I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. The fever has broken for now, replaced by a warm, sated glow.
“Sleep, chérie,” I whisper. “We’re not done. We’re just getting started.”
The heat is going to last at least three days.
And we’re going to be here for every second of it.