“Later,” I breathe against his neck, already tugging at his clothes. “Nest later. Need you now.”
I push Lucas down on his back and crawl over him, sniffing and licking him as I strip off his shirt. There’s a symphony of scents, but I can’t tell if it’s him or me as we roll around in the pillows and blankets. However, it’s undeniable that we smell damn good together.
“Trinity.” My name on his lips is a plea, a blessing. He’s looking at me in a way that no one has ever looked at me before. It makes my insides melt.
“You smell so fucking good,” I rasp.
Coconut, vanilla, and bergamot. The scent is bright and joy-filled, just like he is. But also good enough to eat.
He lets out a throaty laugh. “You’re one to talk. Let me scent you, sweetheart.”
I lick him again just because I can. His bare skin tastes perfect. Salty and citrusy-sweet, like sunlit afternoons backhome and that one time we went to Rockaway Beach when I was a kid.
The delicious scent goes straight to my brain, commandeering all logical thought. I need more. He doesn’t fight as I yank at his clothes, encouraging him to strip down so I can get to every inch of that deliciously scented flesh.
“One round,” he warns. “I’ll give you one round to be in charge, but then you’re going to do what I say and make that nest. You’ll regret it later if you don’t because you need a place to feel safe when your heat fully hits. And let me tell you, this floor isn’t it.”
If this level of need doesn’t represent a fully blown heat, then I don’t want to think about how crazy I’m going to feel later.
I shove his pants down, yanking his boxer briefs to the side. The anticipation of feeling him sends a shiver up my spine. I grip him, stroking his hardness in my hand. He lets out a low growl as I straddle him, rubbing my wetness over his tip. My rational brain has completely left the room.
“I just need a quick knot. Please.”
“There’s nothing quick about a knot,” he says before letting out a low groan as I sink down onto him. “Fuck.”
White-hot pleasure grips every part of my being, and I moan as he fills me. His hands go to my hips, and I lean forward, slapping my palms on his chest for leverage, and start to move.
“Damn,” he groans. “You are so fucking perfect.”
Lucas keeps his promise. He lets me be in charge and ride him with silent ferocity. I’m practically frantic, chasing my release. When his knot starts to swell, I clench around him in desperate anticipation.
When I try to grind, he stops me, and I whine in protest.
Lucas chuckles. “No pain. Only pleasure, sweetheart. Trust me. Let us ease you into this.”
I try to grind down harder, only for his grip on my hips to tighten. “I need more.”
“You do?” he teases.
“Lucas, please.”
I grip Lucas tighter, my desperation a living thing clawing at my insides. The heat pulses through me, demanding more, demanding everything. My hips twitch against his hold, seeking that deeper connection, that primal relief only he can give right now.
“Cash,” Lucas calls over my shoulder, his voice rough but steady. “I know we talked about easing her into this, but she’s not giving us much of a choice here.”
Cash steps closer, his presence a warm shadow at my back. I feel his analytical gaze raking over me, assessing every shudder, every hitched breath. “Can she take it? I don’t want to overwhelm her when she’s already this far gone.”
“I can,” I gasp out, my voice raw with need. I twist to look at Cash, locking eyes with him to show I mean it. “I can take it. I need it. Please, don’t hold back. I’m not fragile—I’ve never been. Just give me what I’m asking for.”
Cash’s expression softens, but there’s a flicker of hunger in his gray eyes as he nods. “All right, Trinity. We’ve got you. Whatever you need, it’s yours.”
Lucas chuckles low in his throat, the vibration traveling through me where our bodies connect. “Guess we’re about to find out just how much she can handle.”
A shiver races down my spine at his words, my skin prickling with anticipation. Cash hesitates for a split second, his hands gentle but firm as they settle on my hips from behind. Then, with a careful, deliberate movement, hepresses into me, joining Lucas in a way that stretches me to my limits. A sharp hiss escapes my lips, raw and involuntary, as the sensation overwhelms every nerve.
Cash freezes instantly, his grip loosening. “Trinity, I’m sorry?—”
My hand shoots back, clamping onto his arm with a ferocity I barely recognize as my own. My voice is a ragged growl, laced with need. “Don’t you dare pull away.”
