Page 121 of Knot Going Down
“There is no mattress in the other room yet.” Lucas blushes slightly. “The one night you were away, we all shared Emily’s bed, but that might not work as well with?—”
I silence him with a kiss. Open-mouthed and deliberate. He shudders against me, all breath and nerves and heat.
“We have no intention of sleeping yet, beta,” Declan murmurs, voice low and sure. “You’ve done such a good job taking care of everyone. Now, we want to take care of you.”
Our pack alpha slips his fingers between us, unclasping the buttons on my shirt one by one until he pushes the fabric off my shoulders, exposing my bond mark.
Lucas catches sight of it and freezes. His gaze sweeps from me to Declan, full of awe and wanting. “You bit him?”
“Yes,” Declan answers. “And I’d like to bite you, too.”
“We both would,” I add, gaze locked on Lucas.
Lucas’s breath stutters. “I want that. I want you, alphas.”
“Then strip,” Declan says, stepping back, letting him move.
Lucas peels off his clothes, slow at first, until confidence kicks in. His shirt hits the floor, followed by his jeans, revealing that lean, perfect athlete body. He’s all strong limbs and eager tension, half-hard and flushed, shoulders squared like he knows he’s being watched. Admired. Wanted. He’s breathtaking.
“Hands on the counter,” Declan commands, voice roughened by restraint.
I glance around the modest kitchen, then spot the pantry and duck inside. I don’t know where Emily keeps lube—if she even has any—but extra virgin olive oil will do just fine.
I hand the bottle to Declan, and we exchange a look that crackles with shared intent. Then I kneel beside Lucas, eyes on the way he’s braced, his ass tipped back, thighs trembling with anticipation. He’s breathtaking like this.
Declan steps behind him, stretching him open little by little with practiced ease and slick fingers. My muscles tense just watching. Fuck they’re hot. And they’re mine. When Declan presses in, Lucas gasps, sharp and needy, his fingers white-knuckled on the counter’s edge.
I shift forward until I’m beneath him, hand gliding up the inside of his thigh before wrapping around his cock. I stroke him once, then lean in and take him into my mouth.
Above me, Declan lets out a guttural groan as he begins to move. His rhythm is slow, but deep. I can’t see, but I snake my hand around to feel the drag of Declan’s knot pressing against Lucas’s rim. I grip the swelling bulge, fingers unable to touch, and he rewards me with a hiss.
“Fuck,” Lucas moans. “You—porra—so good.”
His hips rock into my mouth, helpless and sweet. I let him. I want him unrestrained.
“Touch yourself, Knox,” Declan growls, voice tight with control.
There’s no way I’m gonna stop working his knot to pleasure myself. I’ve only got one good hand right now, and I’m not letting go of him. Not him or Lucas. Instead, I give Declan’s balls a light slap. He gasps, then slams hard into Lucas, which sends the beta deeper down my throat. My eyes sting, but I don’t back off. I want to feel everything. Them. Us.
“Shit, he’s making you feel so good, isn’t he, beta?” Declan pants. “You’re so tight for me. Such a good boy. I’m gonna bite you now. Gonna make you mine.”
Lucas whines, too far gone for words. I feel the exact moment Declan comes, the sensation rushing through the bond, into my body, as if it’s my own. Cum soaks the dress pants I’m still wearing, but I don’t stop pleasuring my beta.
Declan bites Lucas’s shoulder, and Lucas arches back with a sharp cry. His hands leave the counter, reaching for my face like he needs to anchor somewhere as he spills himself across my tongue. I swallow every drop, even when he pulses again, his release sweet and sudden. That’s it, my sweet beta.
The bond hits me in a rush.
Not the one I already share with Declan. This is different. Tenuous, flickering like a new flame—but it’s there. Lucas. Ours.
I pull off with a gasp and shift, pressing my mouth to the inside of Lucas’s thigh. He’s still trembling, his whole body wrecked and pliant. I bite down, firm and clean, marking him where it’ll ache tomorrow—in the best way.
Warmth explodes across my chest as our own bond clicks fully into place. Not just a tether. A promise. Lucas is ours now. And he wants to be. I feel it in the bond. He loves us. And we love him. We don’t have to say anything to know it without a doubt.
I stand up and wrap him in my arms. He trembles between us, flushed and sated, head resting on my shoulder as Declan eases back, kissing the bite he left behind.
My thoughts are thick with awe as I whisper, “Perfect.”
Declan grins, fingers brushing Lucas’s hair from his face. “Ours.”
