Page 151 of Knotted By my Pack
Her hands roam. She knows each of us by scent, by texture, by rhythm. Her touch is confident, hungry, reverent.
Noah kneels beside her, guiding her face to his. His mouth trails from her lips to her jaw to her chest. He takes his time, drawing one nipple between his lips, tongue teasing until shegasps. Julian is at her knees, spreading them apart, kissing the inside of her thigh like a man at worship.
I settle between her legs, lowering my head, my mouth brushing over slick folds. She’s already soaked. The scent of her hits me hard. Raw. Sweet. Mine.
I groan into her, tongue sweeping deep. She arches, one hand tangled in my hair, the other clawing at the sheet. Julian kisses her mouth. Noah takes her hand and places it on himself, guiding her fingers around his length.
She strokes him with that same careful reverence we all feel for her.
When I pull back, her chest is heaving, her eyes dazed.
“You ready for the bond?” I ask, thumb sliding between her folds, circling that tender little spot that makes her squirm.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I shift, lining myself up.
I push in slow. Inch by inch, watching her face. Her lashes flutter. Her back bows. She’s tight, wet, body clenching around me.
I sink all the way in, hold there, still, giving her time to adjust. Julian strokes her hair. Noah kisses her throat.
I move slow at first. Deep thrusts that drag moans from her throat. Her body moves with mine, hips tilting up. Every time I bottom out, I feel the resistance building. That ache. That edge. The knot swelling at the base of me, thickening, preparing.
She gasps when I begin to catch. When the knot starts to nudge at her. I slow, breath ragged.
“You sure?” I ask again.
She looks at me through heavy lashes. “Do it.”
That’s all I need.
I push forward harder, my body jerking with the effort of locking in. The pressure builds. She gasps again, body tremblingbeneath me, and then the knot catches. Buries itself inside her. She’s full now. Claimed.
Her nails bite into my arms. I brace myself above her, head bowed, mouth open.
“Mine,” I grit.
She nods against my shoulder. “Yours.”
Julian strokes her hair, kisses her shoulder. Noah leans in and licks sweat from her skin. She looks drunk on it all. Our hands, our mouths, the knot seated deep inside her.
“I love you,” I whisper again, the words punched from my chest.
“I know,” she says, voice ragged.
The bond hums between us. Real now. Anchored in heat and blood and something older than instinct.
Noah kisses the space behind her ear. “We’ll rebuild,” he murmurs. “Together.”
Julian leans in next, cupping her face in both hands. He kisses her slow, deep, then pulls back just enough to say, “You’re the center of everything now. You belong to all of us.”
She nods. “I want to.”
The bond pulses again. I feel them. Their hearts. Their need. The way we all orbit her.
We stay like that for a long time. Wrapped in skin, the knot keeping me anchored inside her, her body soft and pliant beneath mine. Her hands move, touching each of us. Our thighs, our hips, the curve of Noah’s jaw, the angle of Julian’s shoulder.
Eventually, I soften enough to slip free. She gasps at the loss, body still twitching with aftershocks.
