Page 62 of Knot Going Down
“You gonna scream for me?” he asks against my mouth. “Let him see how good I make you feel?”
I nod frantically, too breathless to speak. My hips are lifting off the bed now, chasing the friction. Every brush of his knot against my clit is electric. Every slow push inside winds me tighter.
He licks the sweat from my upper lip like he can taste my desperation.
“Come for me,” he says, and this time it’s a command.
I unravel.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, loud and hot and utterly consuming. My thighs tremble. My back arches. I cryout his name, my hands fisting the sheets, clinging to them like a lifeline.
I vaguely hear Lucas curse under his breath, deep and low, but I can’t focus on him now. Not when Declan’s groaning in my ear, hips stuttering as he follows me over the edge, burying himself deep.
We stay like that for a moment—tangled, trembling, breathing each other in.
Eventually, Declan shifts, brushing hair from my damp face. I hum sleepily, the warmth of him settling over me like a blanket.
Lucas rises from the chair and crosses the room silently. “You did so well.” His voice is rough but his touch is soft as he grazes a hand along my ankle. “Next time,” he says gently, and it’s not a question.
I answer him with a nod, the idea sending a heated tingle through me.
“Next time,” Declan murmurs, burrowing against me with a rumble in his chest. A purr that’s as soothing as the waves hitting the ship outside.
With Ava and Knox asleep on the couch downstairs, I drift into dreams sandwiched between Declan and Lucas.
I wake sometime deep in the night, the quiet hum of the ship settling around me. The bed feels different. Declan’s pillow is empty, his scent lingering faintly in the cool air.
At first, I wonder if I’m alone, if they both slipped away. But then I feel a soft weight pressed against my back, steady and warm. I shift just enough to see Lucas curled up close behind me, like he’s looking out for me even in his sleep.
Carefully, so I don’t wake him, I reach back and rest my hand on his arm. His skin is warm under my fingertips, a quiet reassurance that steadies my racing thoughts.
He stirs, blinking slowly, his eyes soft and clouded with sleep. When he realizes I’m awake, a small, almost shy smile touches his lips.
“Where’s Declan?” I ask.
“I think he went to check Knox is not jumping overboard in the night. Or stealing a lifeboat.”
I let out a huff of a laugh and turn fully, shifting to face him. Lucas’s gaze holds mine in the gentle darkness, no teasing, no challenges. It's something calm and honest.
“I wasn’t sure about any of this,” I admit softly, remembering the way Declan laid out his intentions for us, for all three of us. “But right now, this feels nice.”
Lucas’s smile grows a little wider. “It is not about being sure. It is about being here.” His hand moves, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face, thumb tracing my cheek with tender care. The touch sends a flutter through my chest. “And I like being here.”
He kisses me, soft and sweet. It’s almost lazy the way we kiss and snuggle close, as if we know we’ll have all the time in the world to explore each other later. Slowly, I start to drift to sleep with our lips still close, melting into his little touches. The silence stretches between us, comfortable and real.
Declan slips back in the room, moving quietly. He slides in beside me on the other side, pulling the covers up and wrapping an arm around my waist. I feel his breath against my hair, and can’t stop a contented sigh.
With Lucas beside me and Declan behind me, I feel safe. My eyelids grow heavy, and I drift back into sleep, thinking about how my real life is starting to look a little more like my dreams.
30
LUCAS
The perfection that was Emily and Declan last night has me rethinking my entire plan for my future. I need this to continue.
From the outside looking in, people would tell me I’m trying to fix the wound my old pack left by jumping into a rebound relationship—not exactly a healthy coping strategy. But there’s something different about Declan. About all of them.
I’ve always been a romantic. Falling in love easily. Always thinking this time will be the last time, this time it’ll be permanent—a pack, bonds, everything I’ve ever wanted.
