Page 117 of Knot my Alphas

I remove my hand from Julian’s erection as Raiden props himself on a pillow, watching us.

Julian takes up his position and enters me with one hard thrust, sliding in smoothly and stretching me to my limit. Rough groans escape him as he lays against my body, squashing my breasts against his hard chest.

With the way he’s going, I know it wouldn’t be long before we both come. Julian pumps into me hard and fast, meeting my hunger with his own. And when he leans down to suck a nipple, I shatter into a million pieces. And he shatters with me.

He keeps thrusting even as his cum shoots deep inside me, stopping only when he’s completely emptied himself. Our pants and gasps mingle together as he collapses on top of me.

My thighs close over his waist, holding him close to me as my body shudders with tremors of extreme pleasure. My head lolls backward as complete satisfaction spreads through me.

He pulls out of me and lies down beside me, panting hard but smiling like an idiot. A satisfied grin lifts the corners of my lips too.

Raiden lies down on my other side. Together, we’re just a heap of bodies, slick with sweat and seed, lying next to each other in a pile of limbs where I’m their center.

Life seems perfect at this moment. No thoughts of revenge cloud my mind. Pressed between my mates, I feel utterly satisfied and complete. My eyes flutter close as a blissful sigh escapes me.

24

Iris

The overhead light fixtures spread a warm glow over the vast room that’s now my bedroom. Pizza boxes lie scattered around the floor as well as on the bed but my focus remains on my four mates who fill up the space.

Solveig Pack will be celebrating its Remembrance Day tomorrow. All the arrangements have been completed but everyone’s wound up about the event tomorrow.

Callahan will be coming and we’re all betting he’ll stir up some kind of trouble. Caleb and Damon have meticulously planned emergency protocols for an anticipated attack by the Black Widow while Raiden’s taken care of the celebratory events that’ll be happening throughout the day.

Julian and I have made sure every inch of the mansion is covered with cameras. Even the bathrooms are under surveillance.

Unlike last time, all footage is being stored in remote servers. If Callahan and his men decide to destroy our tech room like last time, we wouldn’t lose any data. We’d still have all the proof we need to charge him.

I take a deep breath, soaking in the mix of pheromones wafting all around me. The smell of coffee and pizza pervades the air, adding a note of warmth and coziness to the space.

This peaceful atmosphere should relax us but we all know that it’s the calm before the storm. We’re all expecting an attack tomorrow.

“Don’t stop,” Damon croons, bringing my attention back on him. He’s using my thighs as a pillow and lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

I reach down and start caressing his dark crimson locks once again.

“You’re such a baby,” I say with a chuckle, continuing to give him pets.

He purrs like a cat and nestles his cheek against my thigh.

“Jules, get off me,” Caleb mutters from the corner.

Caleb is sitting at the foot of the bed while Julian is perched on his lap.

“Why don’t you toss that iPad away already?” Julian says, poking a finger into Caleb’s cheek.

“I’ve got to get through these documents by tonight,” Caleb says, struggling to keep his focus on the iPad in his hands. “Why don’t you go over there and play with Raiden instead?”

I glance toward Raiden who’s using the desk in the corner. He’s hunched over a stack of papers and is solely focused on writing stuff on them.

A pair of round glasses are perched on his nose, giving him a funny owlish look. The pen he’s holding looks ridiculously tiny between his long fingers as he scribbles away furiously.

I can’t help but smile at him. He looks so awfully nerdy and cute right now. It’s a look I’ve never seen on him but it’s starting to grow on me.

“Will you at least look at me?” Julian huffs.

“Uh-huh,” Caleb responds without even glancing at Julian. Next second, he emits a piercing howl as Julian stabs him in the side with a pen’s nib. “What the fuck, Jules?”

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