Page 58 of Knotted By my Pack
My body’s already aching, every nerve screaming to be inside her, but Noah’s right. She’s too strung out to be touched carelessly.
“I can ease it,” I say. I meet her gaze. “If you let me.”
She nods, barely, eyes glassy.
Noah sighs, his hand still rubbing slow circles on her back. “We’ll help you out of this, okay?”
She lifts her hips wordlessly, body pliant as we peel her panties down. Her scent hits all three of us like a punch. My mouth waters.
“I’ve got her,” I say quietly, and Noah leans back.
I settle between her thighs and press a kiss to her inner knee. Her legs twitch, spreading wider. Her hands slide into my hair, trembling.
“Please,” she begs.
I press my mouth to her, tongue sliding through her folds, tasting the need pooling there.
On a deep moan I run my toungue roughly against her clit again. Her slick tastes so fucking good, I have to stop myself from releasing in my pants, my cock so hard it hurts.
She sobs out a breath, thighs closing in around my head. I drag my tongue over her clit, slowly, again and again, until her hips are bucking and she’s panting my name.
She’s so wet I could drown.
Noah strokes her hair, grounding her. Elias has her hand in his, pressed to his chest, murmuring quiet things that I barely register.
All I can focus on is her. The way she pulses against my tongue. The way her body arches every time I lick her just right.
Then she breaks. Her cry pierces the room, wild and guttural. Her body shudders as pleasure rips through her, her legs tightening around my head before going limp.
She collapses against Noah, chest heaving, lips trembling.
But the scent of her heat doesn’t fade. If anything, it gets stronger.
“Did it help?” Elias asks gently.
Cora shakes her head, eyes full of desperation. “It’s not enough.”
I wipe my mouth, breath ragged. “She needs more. Her body’s not going to calm down until it’s satisfied.”
She pushes up on her elbows, hair sticking to her damp cheeks. “Please.”
Noah starts to speak, but I’m already unzipping.
“I’ll go slow,” I say, more to her than anyone else. “I’ll take care of you.”
Her eyes stay on mine. She nods once, and that’s all I need. I work my pants down and pull out my cock.
I grip myself, hard and already leaking. Line up at her entrance. She’s still twitching from the last orgasm, so slick I barely need to push.
I ease in an inch at a time, groaning at the way she grips me. So hot. So tight. My head spins.
She gasps, hands flying to my arms, nails biting in.
“You okay?” I whisper, buried halfway inside her.
“Yes,” she pants. “More. I need more.”
Noah grips her shoulder, grounding her. Elias holds her hand again. And I thrust in the rest of the way, filling her to the hilt.
