Page 110 of Knot on the Market

I watch, fascinated despite my own desperate arousal, as Dean's knot continues to swell. The biology of it is incredible, the way his body instinctively prepares to lock them together, ensuring that every drop of his release stays exactly where it belongs. The way her body responds, opening for him, welcoming the stretch and fullness that comes with being properly knotted.

"Now," she gasps when she's trembling on the precipice, her body wound tight with approaching orgasm. "Please, Dean, claim me now. Knot me and bite me and make me yours."

The desperate plea shatters what's left of his restraint. His knot fully inflates, locking them together as he bites down on the perfect spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She arches into her climax with a broken cry, her inner walls clenching around his knot as pleasure crashes through her.

The scent that floods the room is incredible. Lila's natural green apple and white musk mixing with Dean's marshmallow and campfire, but deeper now, richer, marked permanently with the evidence of their bond. It's intoxicating in ways I wasn't prepared for, making my own alpha instincts roar with the need to add my scent to the mix.

"Mine," Dean growls against her throat, his teeth still embedded in her flesh as his knot keeps them locked together. "Mine and claimed and perfect."

"Yours," she agrees breathlessly, her hands stroking through his hair as they ride out the intense high of claiming and knotting simultaneously.

They stay locked together for nearly twenty minutes, Dean's knot ensuring that every drop of his release stays deep inside her while the claiming bite settles into her system. When he finally pulls back from her throat, there's a perfect crescent of marks on her neck.. The first of three claiming bites that will mark her as ours completely.

"How do you feel?" he asks softly, stroking her hair as his knot begins to soften enough to allow separation.

"Perfect," she whispers, tears of joy streaming down her face. "Claimed and perfect and ready for more."

But even as she says it, I can see her body responding to the chemical changes claiming triggers. Her scent deepens, becomes richer and more complex, advertising her newly claimed statuswhile simultaneously calling to the unclaimed alphas in the room.

"My turn," Callum says, his voice carrying that edge of possessive hunger that emerges when his careful control starts to fray.

Dean nods, pressing a gentle kiss to Lila's forehead before carefully extracting himself from her body. His knot has gone down enough to allow separation, but I can see the effort it takes for him to move away from her when every instinct is screaming at him to stay close to his newly claimed omega.

"Yes," Lila breathes, turning toward Callum with eyes still glazed from the intensity of being claimed. "Please, Callum. I need your knot. Need your bite."

Watching Callum claim her is a study in contrasts. Where Dean was gentle and patient, building her arousal with careful attention, Callum is possessive and demanding. Not rough, he'd never be rough with her. But intense in ways that make her respond with desperate hunger.

"You're mine," he tells her as he settles between her thighs, his cock already hard and ready from watching Dean claim her. "Say it."

"I'm yours," she gasps as he pushes inside her still-slick heat. "Completely yours, Callum."

The way she says his name, breathless and desperate and full of love, makes something primitive and possessive rear its head in my chest. Not jealousy, but anticipation. The knowledge that soon she'll be saying my name the same way, offering herself to me with the same complete trust.

Callum builds her pleasure with the same focused intensity he brings to his craftsmanship, each movement calculated to drive her higher while his own need builds toward claiming. I can see his knot beginning to swell, preparing to lock them together, and the sight makes my own cock ache with need.

"Your knot is so big," she gasps, her hands gripping his shoulders as she feels him expanding inside her. "Callum, I can barely take it. It feels incredible."

"Good," he growls, his voice rough with possession. "Want you to feel me for days. Want you to remember exactly who claimed you."

The raw possessiveness in his voice makes her moan with need, her hips rolling to take him deeper despite the increasingly tight fit as his knot swells. The sight of her body stretching to accommodate him, welcoming the fullness even as it becomes almost too much, is the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed.

When she comes apart beneath him with a broken scream, he bites down hard and sure, marking her with the same determination he brings to everything he cares about. His knot locks them together as his teeth claim her completely while his release fills her.

The second claiming bite sits beside Dean's on her throat, and the combined scent of her bonding with both of them makes the air in the room thick enough to taste. Rich and complex and utterly intoxicating, calling to every alpha instinct I have.

By the time it's my turn, she's floating on a sea of endorphins and bonding hormones and the deep satisfaction that comes from being claimed by people she loves. Two claiming bites mark her throat now, already healing but tender and unmistakably present.

But I can see in her eyes that she wants more. Wants my mark to complete the picture of what we're building together.

"Last but not least," she says softly, reaching for me with unsteady hands.

I approach claiming with the same analytical intensity I bring to everything that matters, but enhanced by the overwhelming need to add my mark to the collection she's already wearing. My hands map her body with scientific precision, cataloging everyspot that makes her gasp, building her arousal with methodical attention until she's incoherent with need.

This is different from Dean's gentle claiming or Callum's possessive marking. This is thorough. Complete. The kind of claiming that leaves no doubt about belonging.

"Please," she sobs when I've brought her to the edge and pulled her back three times, her body trembling with the kind of desperate need that makes claiming inevitable. "Julian, please claim me. I need your knot. Need your bite."

"Where?" I ask, my voice rough with my own barely contained need.

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