Page 18 of Knot My Luck

Her back arches like a bow, her lips parting on a broken gasp, and fuck, Ineedto see her fall apart again before I knot her. Need to push her over the edge, to hear the way she cries out my name when she shatters.

I shift my weight, one hand sliding between us, my fingers seeking the slick, swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

The moment I touch her, shewails.

“Fuck— Lorcan!”

My jaw clenches, every muscle in my body locking up at the way she sobs my name, at the way her body jerks, caught between needing more and not being able to take it.

“I know,” I groan, circling that sensitive little spot, feeling her clamp down around me, her slick soaking my fingers. “You’re almost there, baby. Just let go for me.”

She shakes, her legs trembling, her hands grasping at me like she doesn’t know whether to pull me closer or push me away.

“I— I can’t— Oh, fuck?—”

“You can,” I growl, grinding my hips against hers, pressing my fingers harder, coaxing her right to the brink. “You will.”

Her breath stutters, her whole body going taut…

And then shebreaks.

A ragged scream tears from her throat as she convulses beneath me, her walls fluttering around me, her pleasure crashing into her like a tidal wave.

It undoes me.

Her scent spikes, wrapping around me, sinking into my bones, branding me.

My vision blurs, my control snaps.

A low, guttural snarl rips from my chest as my body takes over, as my knot swells at the base of my cock, locking me inside her, sealing me to her, claiming her the only way I can.

She sobs through it, her body trembling, still lost in the aftershocks of her orgasm, still so fucking perfect beneath me.

“That’s it,” I groan, cradling her face in my hands, pressing my forehead to hers as my knot locks us together. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Just breathe.”

She shudders, her fingers tangling in my hair, her breath warm against my lips.

“Alpha.” She’s wrecked and dazed, her scent still thick, still intoxicating. “Mine.”

And fuck, I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to let her go.

THREE

Cathal

I didn’t expect to feel anything walking into this damn wedding. I was here because it was expected, because I had to be. A wedding, the kind where everyone pretends everything is perfect, where the smiles are sharp and the conversations are shallow. But the moment I stepped into the reception hall, I felt a shift – something in the air that made my skin feel tight and my chest heavier.

I barely notice the chatter of people I haven’t seen in years – old school friends, colleagues of the bride and groom. My mind is elsewhere, somewhere dark and uncomfortable, when I hear a voice cut through the crowd, sharp and insistent.

“Cathal!”

I turn, almost groaning at the sight of Lucy. The same Lucy who always made sure she had the spotlight, who thought her looks could cover up everything else. Her perfect little act hasn’t changed since school, and it hasn’t aged well. She’s grinning like she’s entitled to everything, holding a glass of champagne in her hand, waving me over like I’m supposed to care.

I don’t.

She pulls me into a hug, and I can’t help but stiffen, her too-sweet perfume and tight, clingy dress setting my teeth on edge. I don’t know why I ever thought I could tolerate her in school. She was loud, needy, always throwing herself at the alphas who could give her the status she so desperately craved. She was the most popular girl in school, and she had to remind everyone of that, but it never seemed like enough for her. Always vying for something she couldn’t quite get.

I let her pull away, but there’s no smile on my face as she appraises me, running her gaze up and down like she’s sizing me up for something. I can almost feel the desperation coming off of her in waves.

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