Page 35 of Faith and Fury

Wait.

I snap around, staring urgently.

He frowns. “What? Not a fan of spooning?”

On the other side of the mattress, I hear someone clear their throat. “I think, uh, she’s telling you not to knot.”

I look forward again, finding Micah propped up on his elbow. My heart blooms with gratitude.

“Oh.” Jaxon does a bad job of hiding his disappointment. “Right. Obviously.”

That’s the only warning I get before he pushes his hips forward, sheathing into me in one long thrust.

I choke into the pillows.

“Fuck yes,” Jaxon groans. “You good, baby?”

It’s all I can do to nod. To breathe.

He starts moving, grinding against my ass with deep, relentless strokes. Maybe it’s his shape, or maybe it’s the angle, but he feels different to Caleb. Less deliberate. More … primal.

Micah must see my look of desperation, because he slides in closer, tentatively pressing his forehead to mine.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, dousing me in citrus goodness. “So beautiful, so blissed out.”

I give a tiny gasp with each thrust. Jaxon’s hands are digging into my waist so hard I think they might bruise, but I don’t care.

Micah brushes his lips against mine. “Getting close?” he asks sweetly. “Please, angel, I want to see it.”

Jaxon practically whines, hammering into me harder and faster. I swear I can feel the base of his cock swelling up before he curses, stopping himself. “I can’t hold out,” he pants. “Come on, baby. Come for me. You can do it.”

Eyes locked on mine, Micah reaches down, feeling between my legs until he finds my clit.

That’s all it takes to send me over.

“Fuck!” Jaxon splutters.

He explodes, shooting rope after rope of come into my pussy. My inner omega sings with relief.

Not as good as a knot, but as good as I can get right now.

Suddenly Micah tenses. A muffled noise escapes him.

I glance down just in time to see his half-exposed cock twitch, spurting onto his stomach. Instinctively, I take hold, helping him ride it out, and he bucks into my hand with a hoarse moan.

“Goddamn, Micah,” Jaxon says. “All that just from watching?”

Micah blushes so red I can see it through the dark. “I was, uh, a little pent up.”

The packmates share a laugh. Somehow even that sound is enough to make my heat-fueled pussy clench.

“Ooft.” Jaxon hisses. “Give me a minute, baby. Not quite ready for round two.”

Me fucking neither, I want to sign back.

It occurs to me only then that Pack Wilder’s head alpha is missing. Maybe, after his knot went down, he took off to get a proper night’s sleep. Maybe it’s already morning, and he’s at the RDF’s headquarters.

“Let’s get you something to drink,” Micah says. “Need to stay hydrated.”

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