Page 90 of Knot Going Down
“Yours!” she cries, voice broken and high. Her hips won’t stay still, rubbing, rolling, wriggling against my straining cock.
That’s better.
“Ass up, gorgeous.” I bite back the bark clawing its way up my throat. I’m barely hanging on, held together by the sheer effort of organizing the chaos of arousal before it tips me into a full rut.
Ava stretches forward, arms out, spine arching into a graceful curve as she lifts her ass for me. Offering herself. Presenting. Her slick drips down her thighs in glistening trails.
I kneel behind her, reaching around to cup her breasts. She spills over my fingers, filling my palm. A welcome weight and delicious contrast from my tight little Em. Fuck, they’re both perfect. Different flavors of sin. A feast I plan to devour.
Knox rolls Emily to the side, wrapping himself around her in a soothing embrace. She looks beautifully content, all sexed up with a radiant glow. I check in with her as I notch my cock at Ava’s entrance. Her lips part in a lazy smile—soft and sated—and it anchors something sharp and wild in me.
My insides pulse with the pressure building in my knot as I enter my omega for the first time. Every muscle in my body is tight, straining, sweat beading along my spine as I ease in slowly, trying to be patient, trying to control myself.
But Ava’s long past patience.
She slams her hips back with a guttural moan, swallowing me whole in a single desperate stroke.
The growl that tears from my throat is raw, unholy, almost painful. Her heat wraps around me like a velvet vice, wet and clenching and so goddamned tight. It’s like her body’s trying to milk me already. My knot thickens fast, too fast, pressing rightup against the edge of her. I dig my fingers into her hips and stare across the bed?—
Straight into Emily’s sleepy gaze. Eyes heavy, smile lazy, wrapped in Knox’s arms. She’s the calm in the middle of the storm.
And Ava’s the hurricane that’s going to ruin me. A storm I welcome willingly.
She writhes against me, keening. Each thrust has her shaking, her back arching with a sob of pleasure. Her body’s so hot it burns. Slick coats my thighs. My hips. The sheets. She presses into me with a feral eagerness that has me biting my tongue to keep from slipping into a rut.
“Lucas!” I yell. “Need you.”
“I’m right here, alpha.” His voice is low and steady, and suddenly he’s there—his palm soothing down my spine like ice water on fire. I hadn’t realized how close he’d stayed. My focus was entirely on my girls. But of course Lucas didn’t go far. My loyal beta.
I find his gaze. “I’m trusting you.”
I don’t have to say more than that. He nods seriously, knowing exactly what I mean. It’ll be up to him to ensure I don’t do anything they don’t want. Like sink my aching teeth into what’s already mine.
His lips tick up in a knowing smirk. “Do you need something to keep your mouth occupied, alpha?”
“You want to put your dick in a rutting alpha’s mouth?” I gasp out the question between hard thrusts. There’s no way I heard him right.
Lucas leans in and kisses my neck. “No, I want to put my dick in your mouth.” He nips my earlobe. “It will keep you grounded and focused. I trust you.”
I’m not sure anything could keep me grounded right now. Ava’s squeezing my cock like she wants to hold on to it forever,and I’m ready to let her. She smacks into me, her hips snapping like she’s trying to break me. Instinct takes over, and I buck into her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. My knot swells thicker and thicker with each pump.
“Do it,” I bark at Lucas, unable to restrain myself. I should feel shame for using my bark on him, but he just smiles wickedly, stands with his feet on either side of Ava, and brings his cock level with my mouth.
I practically lunge for him, sucking like he’s some kind of filthy adult pacifier, using his weight on my tongue as a form of self-soothing. This isn’t a blow job, it’s a lifeline. It’s hot as fuck, but also cools some of the fire that was building in me.
Lucas combs his fingers through my hair in comforting strokes. My omega arches her back and crashes into me with as much force as I crash into her. Dragging my thumb through her slick, I bring it to her ass, and press on the little rosette.
“More! Knot! Bite! Bite!” she screams, throwing her hands back to claw at my thighs.
I want to sink my teeth into her neck, answer her screams and claim her right here. But Lucas is watching, steady and close, his hand in my hair, his cock on my tongue. The weight of his presence reins me in.
I press my thumb inside her tight little hole, and shebreaks.Her whole body spasms, clenching and squeezing, soaking me in her release. Her orgasm tears through her like a wave. Drenching me, milking me, flooding me with an intensity unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Breathing heavily through my nose, I drop my forehead to Lucas’s abs and moan around his length, fighting the edge of my own orgasm. There’s a delicious torture in holding off, almost a game in seeing how many times I can make Ava break before I do.
Off to the side, Emily’s finally fallen asleep, her mouth slightly open against Knox’s chest, her hair a messy halo around her flushed face.
But Knox watches. Always watching. When our eyes meet, a thrill rushes through me, something in me snarling in satisfaction. I want him to see how I wreck and ruin our omega.
