Page 46 of Knot My Luck

I blink against the haze of pleasure, slowly coming back into my body, into the moment. My heart is racing, but there’s something else too – something deeper. I know this is just the beginning, that the connection between the three of us is far more than just physical. And somewhere, deep down, I realise that for all the things I’m still unsure of, there’s one thing I’m certain of.

We’re bound. In every way that matters. And there’s no going back.

I’m trying to process it all, trying tobreathethrough the sheer enormity of what we’ve just done, when another pang of emotion – not my own – shudders through me.

Hurt.

Pain.

Cathal.

It’s not as sharp this time, maybe because he knew to expect it, but it’s still there. Lingering, aching.

The bond tugs at me, whispering that hefeltit.

But before I can follow that thought, before guilt can sink its claws into me, Lorcan shifts, kissing my jaw, his lips pressing soft, reverent kisses along the fresh mark he just gave me.

“No more worrying,” he insists. “Just relax and feel, Devlin.”

And I do.

I let it consume me, let the warmth of their bodies, the weight of their claim, the depth of the bonds wrap around me completely.

I’m theirs now.

Forever.

NINE

Cathal

I sit in the lounge, leaning against the wall, the sound of their fucking filling the room like some kind of cruel soundtrack. It’s been hours – hours of Tadhg, then Lorcan, pounding into her, the sound of flesh on flesh, breathless whispers, desperate pleas. Every noise stabs at me, deep in my gut, but I can’t tear myself away. I should leave, but I don’t.

The scent coming from behind the closed door is intoxicating. Enough to send a lesser alpha into a rut for sure. But I refuse to give in to my base instincts. I have my alpha locked down tighter than I ever have in my life, drawing from reserves of control and strength I didn’t know I possessed.

Many might question how it’s even possible, but here’s the thing: Devlin doesn’twantme in there. And the thought of going against her wishes, ofhurtingher is so repugnant to me that it’s all I can think about. Andthat’swhy I can keep my alpha firmly locked in his cage, even as he whines and howls that we should be in there with her.

Then they bond.

First, it’s anger. Pure, hot rage. It feels like a knife twisting in my chest. How could she do this? Force me to sit here and listen like some brutal punishment? And how could they? They know how I feel about her. I’m pack lead. I should have first bite.

I clench my fists, grinding my teeth until my gums ache. It’s a primal thing – the thought of another alpha touching her, of marking her. She was mine. Sheismine. I want to storm in there, pull them off her, and take back what’s mine.

But then it hits me like a fucking wave, crashing over my chest.

This is Devlin. She’s not doing this to spite me. She’s not doing it because she wants to hurt me. She’s just...chasing her happiness. She deserves that. She deserves to be happy, even if it’s not with me.

And she’s fucking irresistible so I can hardly blame my pack mates for giving in to temptation. God knows, I would have if there wasn’t a door between us and a world of pain.

The anger starts to fade, replaced by something darker, more possessive. Because, as much as I hate this – hate them fucking her, claiming her – it ties her to me. To my pack. To us. She’s bound to us now, and that means I’ve got time. Time to prove I’m the one she should want, the one she belongs to.

I wait, staring at the closed door, waiting for the sounds inside to quiet down, until it’s just the dull hum of the hotel room’s air conditioning. The tension in the air has shifted; it’s over, for now.

I stand, my body aching with want, but I push it down. I grab some savoury snacks, a protein bar, a lollipop, a bottle of water, and a bottle of Tanora, my hands trembling. It’s not about them anymore. I need to take care of her.

I slip inside the room quietly, the door barely making a sound as it clicks shut behind me. My breath catches in my throat the moment I see her sprawled across the bed, naked, her skin glowing in the low light with her gorgeous red hair splayed out around her on the pillow like some sort of blazing halo.

The marks on her throat hit me like a fucking punch to the gut. Tadhg’s and Lorcan’s bites are there, raw and marking her as theirs. I’m still burning with jealousy, but there’s something else, too – a sick, possessive pride. She’s tied to them, but she’s still in my world.

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