Page 93 of Knot Going Down
I suck Emily’s lip, curbing the wild desire tearing through me. Declan kisses Ava again. Her hand tangles in Lucas’s hair, the other thrown back to grab Em. Ava climaxes like a freight train, bowing off my chest, tensing her arms and legs like something’s being exorcised from her soul. I hope it’s every bit of resistance she has about this. About us.
Fuck, I hope she rips Declan’s resistance out at the same time. There’s every reason we shouldn’t fit, but we do.
There’s a heaviness to the moment, connecting us all. This is more than heat or chemistry or timing. This is something sacred.
Declan chooses that moment to knot Ava, increasing the pressure, sending me into bliss again. I’ve never come so much or so hard in my life. I feel the throbbing of his cock as he comes, every surging burst that fills her. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can do is hold on and hope this never ends.
He throws his head back, exposing his neck and filling my head with thoughts of bites and bonds.
And when he’s done, and we’re all finally spent, he rolls Ava and me to our sides, reaching for Lucas and Emily too. His purr joins with mine. And for just a moment, it’s like we’re a real pack. Like we’re home.
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EMILY
I’ve completely lost track of time.
I’m not sure how many hours, or days, it’s been since Ava’s heat started. Anything outside of this room has blurred into insignificance. It’s every bit as intense as I heard, and also nothing like I imagined.
I’ve had to break up one near fight between Declan and Knox, jump between Knox and Ava when he almost bit her twice, and force-feed Ava more times than I can count. She’s too far gone to remember to hydrate, let alone eat.
I’ve also come more times than I thought humanly possible.
It should feel overwhelming. And in some ways, it does. But not in a bad way. Not awkward. Not uncomfortable. Just raw and messy and…natural. Like we were always meant to crash together like this.
Now, for the first time since the heat began, everyone’s asleep.
All four of them. Finally.
Before now, there’s been at least two people up at all times, tangled in each other, usually fucking. Ava has barely slept at all, passing out only when she’s knotted and waking up the second itdeflates, begging for more. She’s been insatiable. Mesmerizing. I’ve never seen anything or anyone more captivating.
Too thirsty to sleep, I gently crawl to the edge of the bed, careful not to wake the others. I’ve got a whole spread of half-empty water glasses and room service leftovers stashed on the side table like some post-orgy survivalist.
I down half a glass of lukewarm water.
Declan stirs, eyes cracking open as I move. “You okay?” he whispers.
“Mmhmm.” I pass him the glass.
He sits up and drinks a few slow sips before setting it back on the nightstand. Easing off the bed, his hand finds mine. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
He doesn’t answer. Just leads me gently into the bathroom and closes the door behind us with a quietclick. I catch my reflection in the mirror and nearly flinch. I look like I’ve survived something primal. I’m covered in dried slick and cum and sweat. Ava seems to love that—she threw quite the tantrum when we tried to clean her up in the shower earlier. As soon as we got her out, she demanded I sit on her face while the guys covered her in cum. It was impossible to argue with her. Not that I tried hard. I love when she pulls me into the center like that.
But I’d kill for a shower right now. I glance toward the massive walk-in, but Declan’s already turning on the tap for the tub instead. Warm water spills into the deep basin, steam curling in the air.
“Come here, baby.” Voice all rough-edged sweetness, he holds his hand out to me. When I take it, he pulls me into a tender, sleepy kiss. “Let me take care of you for a little while, alright?”
I nod, pressing my face into his shoulder. I don’t expect the sudden sting of tears in my eyes, but I don’t fight them either.It’s not sadness. Just the release of being cared for. Of being seen.
There aren’t a lot of people in my life who take care of me.
Declan helps me into the tub and climbs in behind me, settling first so he can pull me into his lap. His arms wrap around me like I belong there. He reaches for the nearby bottle and pours in a generous splash of bubble bath. The scent is clean and soft—eucalyptus and vanilla. The water is almost too hot, but it feels like heaven on my sore thighs.
For a while, we don’t talk. He simply holds me, tracing slow patterns on my stomach with one hand. We could stay like this for hours, and I think I’d be perfectly fine with that.
Eventually, he breaks the silence. “You given any more thought to what happens after this?”
