Page 115 of Knotted By my Pack
I press my thumb to the tight ring of muscle above her entrance, rubbing slow, shallow circles while she moans beneath me. Her body shudders.
She pushes back, grinding against the base of my cock. My knot swells even tighter, pulsing deep, locked inside the clutch of her pussy while her ass clenches rhythmically under my touch.
“That’s it,” I breathe. “That’s what you wanted.”
She nods into the pillow, her moans growing sharper, her hips jerking, chasing the friction.
“You need it everywhere,” I mutter. “You’re starving for it.”
“Y-yes,” she pants.
“Good girl,” I growl. “You take so much. I could stay buried in you forever.”
She bucks again, and I push deeper, even though I’m already lodged tight, the pressure unbearable. She’s clenching so hard, I see stars.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna lose it.”
She lets out a broken sound. My hand slides back down and I circle her rim again, stroking slowly as she writhes, gripping the sheets in both fists, her whole body twitching and begging and soaked.
When her orgasm hits, it’s sharp and fast. Her body locks up around my knot, every inch of her convulsing as she moans into the mattress, voice hoarse and needy.
She doesn’t stop moving. She grinds through it, body still greedy even as she falls apart.
I collapse over her, my chest to her back, both arms wrapping around her middle to hold her still. Her body melts beneath me, but her cunt keeps pulsing around the knot, dragging every drop from me.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper into her neck. “You’re everything.”
She sighs, content, her fingers tangling with mine.
The knot takes its time. I stay still, barely breathing, memorizing the way it feels to be this deep inside her. Warm. Safe. Claimed.
When it finally begins to soften, her body gives a soft twitch and I exhale slowly, feeling the gradual, exquisite slide of my cock as the knot slips free.
It’s a slow, full-bodied withdrawal, and she gasps when it happens, hips shaking, slick dripping between her thighs again.
I cradle her face, turning her head so she’s looking at me, even through the haze. “You’re okay?”
She nods and whispers, “More than okay.”
I kiss her, slow and deep, then lift her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. She clings to me, boneless, eyes closed as I rinse her body clean.
Her thighs part when I touch her, no resistance at all, just trust. I warm a towel and wrap her in it, pressing kisses to her shoulders, her cheeks, the soft curve of her stomach.
Back in bed, I rub salve on her thighs where Elias gripped too tight, and soothe the red bite mark I left on her lower back.
She watches me with something too tender to name. I kiss her ankle. Her knee. Her wrist. She pulls me down beside her and tucks into my side.
“You’re ours now,” I whisper into her hair. “No backing out.”
“I was never going to.”
I smile into the crown of her head. She burrows closer. Her breathing slows, and soon she’s out cold, body limp against me, her scent warm and heavy in the sheets.
When I’m sure she’s asleep, I reach for my phone on the nightstand. Open the group chat. I call it “Omega Pack” and snap a photo of her tucked against my side, naked, flushed, dazed, marked with three different bites. Her lashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks. Her lips are parted just enough to show a bit of teeth.
Our girl,I type.She’s sleeping like she just got ruined by all three of us. Because she did.
Julian reacts with a flame emoji. Elias sends back:You better keep her warm. I want her walking funny for a week.
