Page 91 of Knot Going Down
Knox smirks like he knows exactly what I’m doing, and I can’t hold off. Fuck my intentions. I need to fill her, claim her, coat her with my cum so she’s mine.
Thrusting deep, I slam my knot into place, locking us together. She wails, still coming, and I press one palm on her lower back, the other on Lucas’s hip, keeping them still as I empty into her.
Lucas groans above me, his hands tightening in my hair as his hips thrust once, twice. His cock pulses on my tongue, thick spurts of cum hitting the back of my throat, and I drink it all down like it’s some kind of delicious tonic, the strength I need for what’s to come.
45
KNOX
Heats are wild things. Completely uncontrollable. You hear about it, but experiencing it is something else. It’s been two days, and Ava is still going strong. She’s fucking incredible.
I fell asleep knotted inside her, but now she’s got her mouth around Declan’s cock, sucking him like he’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. Our betas aren’t in bed anymore, but there’s a soft clatter from the kitchen below that tells me they’re probably getting food.
Declan’s head rolls to the side, noticing I’m awake for the first time. He looks exhausted, sweat-damp and sleep-starved. But there’s a steady light in his eyes and something grounded in his expression. Like he’s in his element. Like he was made for this.
Ava’s whimpers are muffled by his shaft, but she’s rubbing herself against the bed in a way that makes it clear her fever has spiked again.
“Finger in her ass, alpha,” Declan murmurs, low and commanding and so fucking sexy. “Get our girl good and ready.”
Crawling toward his legs, I position myself behind our girl, pulling up her hips with enough force to pop her off Declan.
He growls and shoots me a glare that would make most alphas cower. But I’m not most alphas. And I think I’m starting to see through the defensive officer. He’s just as scared as the rest of us.
He’s been on the razor-sharp edge of a rut a few times already, but right now that threat is tucked away behind his control. He’s calm, collected, in charge.
And I’m more than happy to go along with this plan of his. But I’m not gonna just roll over. I pull Ava up to her knees, so her back’s against my chest, and finger her pussy while Declan watches with an intense scowl.
“I thought you were good at sharing,” he says, voice dangerously low.
“Oh, I am.” Now that my hand is good and drenched in her sweet slick, I let her fall forward. She immediately takes him back in her mouth. Needy little thing. I’m so curious to know if this part of her is always inside, kept under wraps and behind walls, hidden. Or is this just her omega driving her hard?
She wiggles her ass, and all other thoughts fly out of my brain. I drag a wet finger between her cheeks, then spread them with both hands.
Her ass clenches and releases, thighs rubbing together, searching for the friction she needs. I kiss the dip of her spine, then slowly press a finger inside. She lifts off Declan with a gasping, “Yes.”
“Up here, omega.” His voice is softer now, tender.
She crawls over him, and I follow, situating myself between his spread legs. He works his cock into her as I finger her puckered hole from behind.
“Fuck, she’s so tight.” I add a second finger, gently scissoring to stretch her. We’ve tried a lot of combinations in the past day, but never this. Not the three of us, at least. But it feels instinctually right. Two alphas bringing our omega pleasure.
She’s a begging, gorgeous wreck. Breathtaking. I wrap her long hair around my fist so I can see Declan as I take her ass with my other hand, fingers slipping slowly in and out.
There’s a soft expression in his eyes I’ve never seen before. He’s looking at Ava like she’s something sacred, a treasure he’s been searching for all his life. I know the feeling.
Ava rocks her hips, dragging Declan’s length through her folds. Each movement drives my fingers a little deeper.
She feels like a vice, clenching around me in desperate need.
“Are you ready, omega?” Declan asks, voice low but steady, breath heavy, every ounce of control painted across his face.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Her head swings from side to side, hips twitching in restless need. When I touch my wrist to her forehead, the heat rolling off her nearly sears me. Her fever’s spiking.
I throw Declan a look.
“On your back,” he commands, steady and strong. “Looking at me. I want you to know exactly who’s making you come.”
No sooner am I on my back than he’s positioning Ava on top of me facing him. Back to my chest, ass to my groin. My cock twitches between her cheeks. She’s burning up, sweaty skin drenching me in the most beautiful scent.
