Page 72 of Knot My Luck

His hands move to my thighs, gripping them tightly, pushing them up and apart. He sinks deeper, his thrusts becoming frantic, each one driving me closer to the edge. His body shudders as the knot inside him swells, pushing against me, stretching me, and I can feel the pressure building, the sensation nearly unbearable.

“Oh god, Cathal,” I moan, my hands gripping the sheets, my whole body trembling beneath him. “Please, alpha. Don’t stop. I’m so close. Knot!” I whine. “Knot me, alpha!”

With a final, deep thrust, he slams into me, his knot locking us together, the pressure, the heat, the sensation of being filled so completely, it’s all-consuming. I cry out, my body seizing in pleasure as I come so fucking hard, my muscles tightening around him, trembling as I break apart.

He growls low in his chest, his hips stuttering as his knot locks in place, and I feel him spill deep inside me, the warmth of him flooding me, making everything inside meclench,contractaround him. He buries his face in my neck, his breath ragged, his body shaking with the aftershocks.

I gasp, feeling the stretch, the pressure, the heat. Drowning in all thingsCathal. In therightnessof this.

“That’s it,” he breathes against my skin, his voice hoarse and full of reverence. “Take it all, a rún. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

I shudder beneath him, overwhelmed, and utterlywrecked. My body is still trembling as his arms wrap tight around me, pulling me close. I can feel the heat of his body, the weight of him, grounding me, and as his lips brush over my damp skin, where in less than a month his bond mark will finally be, I know, with absolute certainty – he’s never letting me go.

EPILOGUE

6 MONTHS LATER

Devlin

The rain falls in a steady rhythm outside, the kind that makes the whole world feel softer, quieter. It rolls in from the sea, misting against the glass, filling the house with the scent of salt and damp earth. The fire crackles in the hearth, sending flickers of golden light across the living room, where my pack –I’ll never tire of saying that– lounges in easy, contented silence.

It still catches me off guard sometimes, how much my life has changed.

How muchI’vechanged.

Six months ago, I was still learning how to exist within this new world, adjusting to their space, their bond, their unwavering need to have me. It had been overwhelming at first. I’d spent so long resisting the idea of being theirs, of giving in to something I thought would consume me. But I know better now.

Belonging to them hasn’t erased me.

It’s made memore.

I shift against Lorcan’s side, my legs draped over his lap, my body cocooned by the warmth of his arms. He’s relaxed – more than I think I’ve ever seen him. His head is tipped back against the sofa, his fingers absently tracing patterns on my thigh, but I can feel it in the way he holds me: the possessive weight of his touch, the way his body angles toward mine even in rest.

Tadhg is sprawled across from us, legs kicked up on the coffee table, a book in his lap that he’s only half paying attention to. His brilliant blue eyes flicker to me every few minutes, as if he just needs to look, to make sure I’m still here.

And Cathal – my newest mate – moves through the kitchen with effortless grace, his back to us as he prepares tea. There’s something inherently soothing about watching him, the quiet focus he brings to even the simplest of tasks. He hums under his breath, the low, melodic sound sending warmth curling through my stomach.

This is what peace feels like.

What home feels like.

Six months ago, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find this – not truly. I knew I wanted them, that I needed them in a way I didn’t fully understand, but it took time to trust it. To trust myself with it.

Now, there’s no doubt.

The bond between us is strong, woven so deep I can feel them even when they’re not touching me. Lorcan’s fierce protectiveness, Tadhg’s steady warmth, Cathal’s quiet, all-consuming devotion. They are my foundation, my heart, my pack.

And I am theirs.

I sigh, settling deeper into Lorcan’s embrace, pressing my face against his shoulder. He makes a low, pleased sound, shifting slightly so he can run his fingers through my hair.

“If you keep sitting here all soft and sweet, I’m gonna fall asleep on you, a rún,” he murmurs, his voice thick with contentment.

I smirk, nipping at his jaw. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing, alpha.”

Tadhg chuckles, setting his book aside. “She’s got you there.”

Lorcan grumbles, tightening his grip on me. But there’s no heat to it. If anything, I can feel how much he likes this – having me curled up against him, safe and his.

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