Page 61 of Knotted By my Pack
“She’ll have to,” I grit out, muscles locking. “We do this now and she’ll get knotted in the back seat.”
She grabs my face, kisses me hard, and I damn near lose control again.
“Five more minutes,” Elias calls out.
Noah mutters something under his breath and turns back around.
Cora presses her forehead to mine. Her breath comes in fast pants, lips parted.
“You’ll have me soon,” I murmur, voice low. “Just let us get there.”
I feel her nod, barely, but her hips never stop moving.
And every mile feels longer than the last.
18
ELIAS
Once we arrive at Julian’s house, Noah lays her down across his leather sectional, her body arched, flushed, needy.
She’s writhing like she can’t get comfortable in her own skin, like the ache is too much to contain.
Her scent’s even heavier here, baking into the walls already, and every breath we take drags it deeper into us.
I press my back to the counter and try to think clearly, but it’s a joke. We’re already too far gone.
“Are we really doing this?” Noah’s voice is rough. “She can barely string a thought together, and we’re talking about… Isn’t this taking advantage?”
Julian tosses him a look. “You’re asking the wrong people. None of us are thinking straight either.”
He grabs bottles of water from the fridge, tosses one to Noah, one to me. I catch it, crack it open, and take a gulp I barely taste.
Cora tries to sit up, but she ends up flopping back against the cushions, groaning low in her throat.
“You sons of bitches better fuck me right fucking now,” she breathes out, glaring at us like we’re the ones who lit the fire inside her.
Julian laughs under his breath. “Hydrate, sweetheart.”
She swats the water away. Noah kneels beside her, brushes her sweat-damp hair from her face, his voice soft but gravel-rough. “Tell me what you want.”
Instead of answering, she grabs his face and kisses him. It’s raw. Hungry. Her lips parting on a sound that’s somewhere between a whimper and a growl. Her nails dig into his shoulder as she clings to him.
When she breaks the kiss, her eyes glaze again, and she starts rocking her hips against the cushion, chasing friction.
Noah looks at us. “Yeah. No way she’s deciding anything right now.”
“So we decide,” I say before I can second-guess it. My voice doesn’t even sound like mine. I’m stripped down to instinct.
She’s right there. Open. Overheated and overwhelmed.
“I want to kiss her first,” I say out loud before the thought even settles. Julian’s already dropping onto the couch, stretching her legs across his lap, pressing his lips to her shoulder.
“Please, don’t knot me,” she begs, voice cracked and uneven.
Julian strokes himself slowly. He’s already thick and hard, veins standing out along his shaft as he fists it once, twice. His other hand strokes up her calf, slow, teasing.
“Elias,” he says without looking up. “Undress her. We’re wasting time.”
