Page 45 of Knot My Luck

Not mine. Not Tadhg’s.

A flash of hurt, sharp and deep, like a wound ripped open.

It’sCathal.

His presence flares at the edge of my awareness, distant yet painfully close. It’s only a glimpse, just for a second, but it’s enough. Enough to know that he felt this. That even without a bond betweenus, heknows.

Guilt twists in my stomach, but before I can grasp onto it, before I can think, Lorcan growls.

His fingers slide under my jaw, turning me toward him. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with possession, but there’s something else there too – something gentle. He strokes his thumb over my swollen lips, as if soothing me, as if claiming me without words.

“No more thinking,” he utters. “You’re ours now.”

And then his mouth is on mine, wiping away every other thought but him and I lose myself in the two of them, in the intensity of their bond pulsing through me, drowning me in sensation.

Time stretches and warps as I feel it – a web weaving around us, pulling us tighter, locking us in place. It’s not just physical anymore. It’s the merging of hearts, of souls, the connection deepening beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Every breath, every touch, every beat of our hearts is synchronized, as if we were always meant to be this way.

In the silence that follows, the world feels like it’s holding its breath. We’ve crossed a threshold, and nothing will ever be the same. My body still hums with Tadhg’s presence, a quiet, burning reminder of the bond that’s been sealed, of the unspoken promises that tether us together.

I belong to him. He belongs to me.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling as Tadhg’s knot eventually goes down and he slips free. “I need you, too.”

Tadhg pulls back with a low chuckle, leaving me aching, empty, a part of me already missing the weight of him. The moment his body shifts, Lorcan takes his place, sliding in with a force that makes me gasp. He’s larger than Tadhg, stretching me in ways that make my legs tremble, my breath catching in my throat as his power consumes me. His hands grip my hips tightly, locking me in place as his thrusts come hard, deep, and unyielding.

“You feel so fucking good, pumped full of both our cum,” Lorcan growls, his voice thick with satisfaction, each word like a brand on my skin. He drives into me with a brutal rhythm, each movement making me cry out, every sound spilling from my mouth as I shudder under his force. He pulls back slightly, teasing me, making me chase each thrust until I’m a trembling, desperate mess.

“Begging for it,” he purrs, his lips brushing my ear as he drives in again, harder this time. “You like being filled up, don’t you? Want both of us to take you – leave you dripping for days?”

The words hit me like a surge of electricity, my thoughts swirling, consumed by the feel of him filling me, stretching me, his dominance igniting something inside. I can barely respond, my body aching for more. Lorcan’s movements are a steady beat, powerful and sure. His rhythm holds me in place, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, each thrust overwhelming my senses.

“Come for me,” he demands, his hand sliding down to where we’re connected, rubbing against my swollen clit. The pressure builds, tightening deep inside me until I’m gasping for air, my body trembling as I break apart in a wave of ecstasy.

Lorcan lets out a dark chuckle as I tremble beneath him, his thrusts never slowing, pushing me further, taking me higher. He drives into me once more, a deep, unrelenting rhythm that has me shuddering again, unable to stop. He doesn’t stop until I’ve come a second time, my body a trembling, pleading mess beneath him.

With a deep growl, he leans in, biting down on my shoulder. It’s sharp, intense, and just as primal as Tadhg’s mark, but it’s different. His bite isn’t just claiming me – it’s something more. It’s a promise. A bond that will hold me together, keep me safe. My whole body shudders as the sensation of him marking me floods my mind, grounding me in a way nothing else ever has.

The moment his teeth pierce me, another wave crashes through me, sending me spiraling, lost to the pleasure and power of it. The bond flares to life, wrapping around my soul, tying me to him in a way that is final, irreversible. I feel it in every fiber of my being – a connection that is not just physical, but deeply, intimately emotional. His presence in me, his devotion, his need to protect me, all surge through me like wildfire. I am his. I am hiseverything.

I barely have time to breathe before instinct roars to the surface again.Mine.

My hand grips his shoulders, pulling him closer as I part my lips and sink my teeth into his skin. Lorcan shudders violently beneath me, his body locking up as my teeth dig in. A guttural sound rumbles from his chest, a deep, raw sound that sends a shiver through me. His hands tighten around me, as if I might disappear if he lets go.

Then it hits.

The bond snaps into place, and everything fades except for him. Lorcan isn’t just steady – he’s constant. His presence is a deep, thrumming warmth beneath my skin, grounding me in a way I never imagined possible. It’s not just his body. It’shim. His love. His devotion. His promises. The weight of it presses on me, settling into every part of my soul, and I realise – Ifeelhim. He isn’t just a part of this bond. He is the bond. The world outside fades to nothing. It’s just us. It’s always been us.

The intensity of it overwhelms me. I gasp, my chest tightening with the sheer force of his love, his unwavering devotion to me. This –this– is love. Not the tentative, unsure kind, but the kind that consumes, that demands everything, that marks you in ways you can’t escape. And in that moment, I realise something.

I’m not just a passive participant in this.

I feel it too. The depth of it. The pull between us. It’s undeniable. And in the quietest corner of my heart, I can’t help but acknowledge it. I am starting to feel the same. Maybe not yet in the way he does. But it’s there. A seed. A promise that I can’t ignore.

“Fuck,” Lorcan breathes, his voice thick with awe, his forehead pressing to mine as he exhales sharply. “You feel that?”

I nod, my hands gripping his shoulders, my whole body trembling, adjusting to the weight of the bond settling between us. It’s heavy, overwhelming in the best possible way. The promise that he will never let go, that we are bound in ways I never thought possible.

Tadhg’s hand slides down my spine, a soothing touch that brings me back to myself. “You’re perfect, sweetheart,” he croons, his voice low, steady, offering the reassurance I didn’t realise I needed.

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