Page 111 of Knotted By my Pack
Elias kneels beside me, one hand stroking her inner thigh while I press open-mouthed kisses along her slit.
She’s soaked through.
“Fuck, look at her,” Elias mutters, dragging the fabric aside.
I groan as I see her. Pink, flushed, swollen. Everything I want.
I lick once slowly, from base to clit, and she nearly collapses. Her whole body jerks as she cries out into Noah’s mouth, and Elias curses.
“She’s going to make a mess.”
“Sheisthe mess,” Noah grinds out, voice raw.
I suck on her clit gently, fingers working in tandem with my tongue, coaxing her into that high, sweet edge. Her moans fall like syrup over us. Her fingers tighten in my hair. Her thighs start to shake.
But I don’t let her fall.
I stand again, licking my lips, tasting her as I kiss her mouth. Her lips are parted and swollen, eyes wide and hazy.
“You remember this?” I whisper.
She nods.
“Good. Because we’re not done.”
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NOAH
She’s ravaged already.
Standing there in nothing but those pale pink panties, glossy-eyed, glistening, lips parted from Julian’s kiss. Her chest rises and falls in short bursts, and the scent of her slick is so thick in the air it coats my tongue.
My cock strains against my zipper, leaking into my briefs. The first hit of her Omega scent flipped a switch, but now it’s a goddamn blaze and I’m standing too close to not burn.
Julian backs off first, fingers brushing her jaw, his mouth damp with her taste. Elias is still crouched by her thighs, eyes locked on the shine between her legs where Julian’s tongue just left her dripping.
“You need a bed,” I say. “You’re not going to be able to stand soon.”
She nods, dazed. Her voice is gone. Doesn’t matter. She turns and starts walking toward the hallway, and we follow. Elias doesn’t even glance at us, just hooks his fingers in her waistband and walks behind her, guiding her.
The bedroom door clicks open. Julian pulls it closed behind us, locking it with a soft snick. I like that. I like the finality. The privacy.
She climbs onto the bed and kneels in the center of it, waiting.
Fuck, she looks good like that. Her thighs slick and parted, her nipples flushed and sore from all the mouths, her hair wild and tangled around her shoulders.
A weight settles in chest. She’s deep in it now, pliant and ready. All she needs is direction.
“On your back,” Elias tells her. His voice has that edge again, the one he never uses outside of sex. She obeys instantly, lips parted, arching to pull the panties down.
Julian stops her. “Leave them.”
She whines.
I climb onto the bed beside her and press my palm over the damp fabric. “Soaked.”
Elias kneels between her legs and pushes them open wider. “More than soaked.”
