Page 29 of Knot My Luck

I’m trembling, the need overwhelming me as Lorcan moves in, standing right beside the bed, his hands gripping my face to tilt my head back, his lips crashing against mine. His kiss is fierce, possessive, like he’s claiming me as much as Tadhg already has.

He must be able to taste Tadhg on my lips, but he doesn’t complain at all. If anything, he seems to kiss me more fervently.

Lorcan’s hands slide down my body, squeezing my breasts before trailing lower, teasing at my pussy, his fingers brushing over my clit before he shoves them inside with a sharp thrust of his own, right alongside Tadhg’s cock. I gasp, my body stretching again, the intense fullness of both alphas making me dizzy with need.

“Such a good girl, Red,” Lorcan praises against my ear, his voice low and rough. “You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you? Both of us, filling you, claiming you completely. Bet you wish it was two cocks though.”

Tadhg leans over me, his hand sliding down my back, fingers digging into my skin. “Yes, you’ve been begging for it, Clover. Don’t hold back now. Take everything we give you.”

The sounds of our bodies colliding, wet and desperate, fill the room. Tadhg leans down, his mouth finding my neck, biting gently, claiming me but not in the way I want. The way Ineed.

Lorcan picks up his pace, thrusting in time with Tadhg, their rhythm perfectly synchronised while he sucks and bites on my nipples to the point of exquisite pain.

I’m overwhelmed, the pleasure building in waves, drowning me as their words and touches push me closer to the edge.

“Please, I’m going to…I’m going to come…” I whimper, my breath ragged, my body shaking between them.

“That’s it, Red,” Lorcan growls. “Let go. We’ve got you. You’re ours.”

And I do. I come hard, my whole body locking up, trembling violently as both of them push deeper, faster, claiming me with every thrust.

Lorcan’s groan follows shortly, his release hitting my back in searing-hot ropes of cum. Tadhg follows quickly after, his knot swelling inside me forcing Lorcan’s fingers out, locking us together. His hands tighten around my hips as he presses into me, his fingers digging in, holding me in place while we all ride out our release together.

The room falls into silence, the only sound the heavy breathing of the three of us as we collapse onto the bed, tangled in each other’s limbs and absolutely drenched in sweat, cum and slick.

The room smells divine though, a symphony of our scents mingling in perfectmeant-to-beharmony.

“Good girl,” Tadhg says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “You did so well, Clover.”

“Perfect, just perfect, Red,” Lorcan agrees, brushing my hair from my face as he leans down to kiss my cheek. “You’re ours, and we’ll take care of you.”

I’m trembling between them, my body still reeling from the overwhelming pleasure, but something inside me is awakening – something darker, deeper. I want more. I need more.

“Please,” I breathe, my voice raw, desperate. “I want…I need your bite. I need to be yours in every way. Mark me, make me yours completely.”

Tadhg’s grip tightens on my hips, but his gaze flickers to Lorcan. Neither of them say anything at first, and the silence stretches out between us like a taut string, winding tighter and tighter until it’s almost unbearable.

“What do you mean?” Lorcan asks, his voice rough but cautious, his brow furrowing. “You want us to mark you, but…Red, you know what that means. What you’re asking for?”

I look up at them, my eyes clear, steady, showing them exactly what I know, what I feel deep in my bones. “I know. I want to be yours, both of you. I’m yours already, aren’t I? The details don’t matter to me…I just need to be yours in every way.”

The air between us crackles, their gazes flicking between each other, confusion and hesitation in their eyes.

“Clover…” Tadhg says, his voice low, as if he’s struggling to find the right words. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. We can’t…we can’t mark you like that. It’s not something you take lightly. A bond is permanent.”

“But I do know.” My voice is firm now, pleading. I’m desperate for them to see the truth. “Please. A scent match is permanent too. Please, take me. Bond me. Make me yours in every way. I don’t care about anything else. I just want to be yours.”

Lorcan lets out a frustrated growl, his hands coming to rest on my shoulders, his fingers digging in gently but firmly, as though grounding himself. “There’s something you need to know first, Red. Something you need to understand, before we can do what you’re asking.”

“What?” I gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t care what it is. I just want them.

His gaze darkens, the flicker of something unreadable passing between them. Tadhg’s hand brushes over my skin, his touch soft but distant. “Cathal is pack, Clover,” he says, his words like a stone dropped in a quiet pond. “He’s one of us…and he’s pack lead.”

I freeze, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight. My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, I don’t know how to respond. The shock hits me, but a part of me – something deep inside – knows they’re telling the truth.

“What does that mean?” I ask quietly.

Lorcan looks at me, his eyes filled with an intensity that makes my stomach flip. “It means you’re probably his scent match too. There’s no guarantee of course, but with us all being pack, and with them being twins, you know how likely it is. Which means you’d be bound to him, too. You can’t just…choose us without understanding that. You need to know what it means for you, for all of us.”

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