Page 73 of Knot on the Market

"Yes, you do," I cut him off. "Your instincts know exactly what she needs. Stop thinking and start feeling."

Callum's hands begin moving over her skin with increasing confidence, and I help him lift the damp t-shirt over her head, revealing flushed skin and perfect breasts that make my mouth water. His palms cup her now-bare flesh, thumbs circling her nipples until she arches with a broken cry.

I need to get out of these clothes before I lose what's left of my control. My hands shake as I work at my belt, then my shirt, stripping away the barriers between my skin and hers. When I'm finally naked, my cock jutting proudly from my hips, Lila's eyes fix on me with desperate hunger.

My own hands join his on her bare skin, sliding down her sides to her hips. She's fever-hot to the touch, her whole body trembling with need, and the contact makes her whimper and press closer.

"That's it," I encourage, my voice dropping into that commanding tone that seems to cut through her heat-haze. "Let us take care of you. Let us make you feel good."

Between our four hands, we continue building her arousal back up. Her slick renews itself, coating her thighs and soaking the blankets beneath us as her need intensifies again.

"Perfect," I breathe, watching her respond to our touch. "You're ready now, aren't you, love?"

"Yes," she gasps, her hips rolling against my fingers. "Please, Julian, I need you inside me. Need your knot."

The direct request nearly shatters what's left of my control. She wants me first. Chose me to fill the aching emptiness that's eating her alive.

"I know, love," I manage, withdrawing my fingers and positioning myself between her thighs. "I'm going to take care of you."

I settle between her thighs, my cock jutting proudly as I position myself at her entrance. The head notches against her slick opening, and the contact makes us both groan, she feels like molten silk, hot and wet and perfect.

"Slowly," I remind myself as much as her, beginning to press forward—then I freeze. "Wait. Lila, protection. We don't have?—"

"I'm on birth control," she gasps, her hips lifting to try to take me deeper. "Please, Julian, don't stop. I need you, need this?—"

Relief floods through me, followed immediately by renewed desire. "You're sure?"

"Yes," she sobs, her hands gripping my shoulders desperately. "Please, I can't wait anymore. It hurts."

That breaks the last of my hesitation. I press forward, and she takes me easily, her body welcoming me like it was made for this moment. The sensation is overwhelming, molten heat enveloping me completely, her slick making everything perfect, her broken moans of pleasure filling the air around us.

"Fuck," Callum breathes from beside us, his voice rough. "Look at her."

When I'm fully seated inside her, my knot pressed against her entrance but not yet swollen enough to lock us together, we both pause to breathe. She feels incredible, hot and tight and utterly perfect around me, like she was made specifically for this moment.

"Move," she whispers, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Please, Julian, move."

I start with slow, careful thrusts, letting her body adjust to my presence. But her heat is infectious, and soon I'm moving faster, harder, chasing the release that's building at the base of my spine.

"Yes," she gasps, her hips rising to meet each thrust. "Like that, just like that."

My knot begins to swell, catching slightly at her entrance with each thrust. I can see the moment she feels it, the way her eyes widen and her inner walls flutter in anticipation.

"You want it," I observe, noting the desperation in her scent. "Want me to knot you."

"Please," she begs, looking up at me with those wide green eyes. "Please, Julian, I need it, need you?—"

"I'm going to give it to you," I promise, my thrusts becoming more forceful. "Going to fill you completely. Lock us together."

With a grunt of effort, I force my knot past her entrance, stretching her wide and locking us together. The sensation triggers her orgasm immediately, her whole body convulsing as pleasure crashes over her, and I follow her over the edge with a deep groan, my release flooding into her as my knot locks us completely together.

Something primal and possessive roars MINE so loudly I almost can't hear anything else. My teeth ache with the need to bite, to mark her throat and make our bond visible and permanent.

She tilts her head back instinctively, baring the delicate column of her throat in perfect submission. The sight of that vulnerable skin, offered so trustingly, nearly destroys what's left of my control.

I lean down, mouth hovering over the delicate skin of her neck, instinct demanding I complete the claim?—

"No." The word comes out as a growl, but I force myself to pull back, pressing gentle kisses to her jaw instead. "Not now. Not like this."

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