Page 138 of Knotted By my Pack
Julian’s head lifts sharply. Elias freezes mid-step.
I glance toward them. We should stop her. Try to help her ride it out. There are things we still have to do, things that don’tinvolve bending her over the kitchen counter and fucking her until she passes out.
But my cock is already hard, throbbing against the inside of my pants, straining like it’s the only part of me that gets to make decisions now.
She presses her body to mine. Slick stains my thigh through the thin cotton of her sleep shorts. Her heat’s come back with a vengeance, and this time, it’s not soft and slow. It’s violent. Wild. Consuming.
Julian moves first. His hand is already at her waist, pulling her back against him. “She’s burning up,” he mutters.
I can smell it, too. That sharp tang of need, sweet and thick, soaked through her clothes. Elias is beside us in seconds, one hand cupping the back of her neck.
“I’m cooking,” I say, stupidly, because it’s the only excuse my brain can come up with.
“She’s starving,” Elias snaps.
Julian already has her shorts down. Slick coats his fingers as he drags them between her thighs. “So are we.”
She moans like she’s dying, back arching against us. Her eyes meet mine.
“Please.”
Fuck it.
I grab her waist and lift her straight onto the edge of the counter, shoving the chopping board aside. She doesn’t protest. She spreads her legs wide, baring herself to us, mouth open, chest heaving.
Elias drops to his knees in front of her, tongue already out, and Julian strips off her shirt and tosses it behind him.
I kiss her hard, devour her mouth while Elias licks her open. She cries out into me, thighs shaking, hands gripping the edge of the counter. Julian’s kissing down her back, sucking marks into her spine, his cock in hand.
“She needs both of us,” he growls.
I nod as Elias steps back.
I line myself up with her soaked entrance and push in slowly, watching her eyes roll back as her body accepts every inch. She’s dripping. Hot. Clenching like she hasn’t already had us inside her today. I bottom out and groan through gritted teeth.
Elias stands next to her, hands fisted tight, watching her fall apart. “She can take more.”
She nods quickly, hips rocking into mine as I lift her up and hold her there.
Julian drags his cock between her cheeks, slicking it with her mess. “You ready, sweetheart?”
I brace her thighs and hold her steady as Julian presses in from behind. The stretch makes her eyes go wide. Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. She’s gasping, helpless. Julian pushes deeper. Her whole body locks up for a second before melting around us both.
We’re fully inside, both of us, her body stretched to its limit. Her breath stutters. Mine stops altogether.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “She’s so tight.”
Julian grips her hips and thrusts shallowly, setting a rhythm I match. It’s chaos. Pure, uncontrollable rhythm, bodies slick and straining. She’s gone—completely gone—head tilted back, moaning with every move.
“Can’t,” she gasps. “Gonna?—”
“Let go,” I whisper. “We’ve got you.”
She clenches around us and comes hard, thighs trembling, nails raking down my chest. We don’t stop. Julian holds her upright while I slam into her from the front, cock swelling as I knot.
“Noah,” she whimpers.
I growl and lock in, filling her. She jerks between us. Julian’s thrusts grow rougher. He snarls something under his breathand buries himself with one final thrust, his knot locking beside mine.
