Page 47 of Knot That Delicate

“Dylan!” I growled.

The first lick of his tongue almost made me leap off the counter. He managed to find my clit with practiced ease, and instead of taking it slowly, he lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Electricity shot down my spine at the touch, and I released a keening whine. If his tongue felt this good, how good was his knot going to feel?

What if Dylan did that to me while I was on my knees for one of the other pack members?

Oh, fuck.

Did I want to be shared?

Yes, yes, I did.

As Dylan worked my body with expert touches, making my vision blur and legs tremble in his grip, I knew that was exactly what I wanted.

If one alpha felt this good, what would three alphas feel like?

“Someone’s a little pent up,” Dylan cooed, looking up at me with a smirk. “Your pussy is already begging to come.”

“Then, make me come!” I meant for the words to come out as a growl, but they sounded more like a desperate whine.

There was no way in hell I would be able to stay in control with all three of them.

But did I want to?

I had fantasised about being pressed between two alphas before, but now those alphas had faces, and things felt very real.

“Ask nicely,” Dylan admonished, nipping at my clit, making me squeal.

“Oh, fuck. Please. Please make me come, Dylan. Make me come on your tongue.” My words were babbled, but they did the job.

My body convulsed as Dylan circled two fingers around my entrance, teasing me for a moment before filling my pussy with them. With the same precision he’d used when finding my clit, he homed in on my G-spot and went to town, rubbing hard while he sucked my clit into his mouth, lightly scraping it with his teeth.

I couldn’t take it. The double stimulation was too much. Throwing my head back, I came with a cry, and I didn’t care who heard me.

All I could think about was the wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body, my muscles trembling as Dylan kept my legs firmly pinned to the cool countertop.

“Fuck!” I cursed, falling backward, panting heavily as Dylan’s movements eased.

“You taste better than I imagined,” Dylan said, grinning up at me, his face glistening with my juices. I had thought the sight of my slick over an alpha’s face would be embarrassing, but it was oddly hot seeing Dylan like that.

My entire body felt numb, languid. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Maybe I could just stay on the kitchen counter and let all the members of Pack Reid feast on me.

The kitchen was the place for eating, after all.

“I think you broke my legs,” I admitted in a breathless voice.

“I guess I’ll just have to carry you around, then.” Asher laughed.

I lifted my head to find both him and Carter staring hungrily at me, their gazes branding me.

I hummed in agreement. “A girl could get used to that.”

Holy fuck.

Watching Dylan make Juniper come was, hands down, the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The entire cabin was drenched in her sweet strawberry scent, taunting me.

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