Page 88 of Knot Going Down

Emily makes a soft, startled sound when Ava’s tongue slips between her cheeks.

My cock jerks hard, and I groan aloud. Fuck. I’ve never seen anything so filthy and so beautiful in my life.

Emily gasps, but doesn’t pull away. She braces her hands on Knox’s chest and turns her head to meet my gaze. Her thighs tremble as she holds herself upright, hovering over his cock. He’s gripping her hips like he’s already halfway gone.

“You okay,” I ask her.

She nods, sucking on her bottom lip.

“Go slow,” I command Knox, giving him the go ahead. My voice is tight, the need to growl at him fierce. “Let her feel every inch of you.”

With more control than I expected, he guides Emily down. She sinks onto his length with a moan that sounds like it’s been torn straight from her soul. Her hands shake on his chest as she takes him in, inch by inch, until her hips meet his.

“Fuck,” Knox curses, throwing his head back. “She’s so tight. Holy shit.” I fist my hands, remembering Emily’s sweet heat wrapped around me. Knox lifts up on his elbows to give Emily a quick kiss. “You feel so good, Ly. So fucking good.”

Emily rolls her hips slowly, testing the angle, getting her balance. Ava moves up to kiss her spine again, murmuring praise I can’t quite hear.

“Go take care of our omega, Luc.”

We’ve made our poor needy girl wait long enough. It’s time to give her what she wants.

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LUCAS

I’ve always appreciated beauty in motion, but this—Ava, Emily, and Knox together—might be the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.

And the sounds they’re making?

Heavenly. A symphony of breath and skin and broken moans.

Knox’s face is wrecked. Head thrown back, sweat glistening at his temples, hands clamped to Emily’s hips like he’s holding on for dear life. Every thrust pulls a groan from his chest, her name whispered like a prayer.

Ava’s fingers tease Emily’s clit in slow, practiced circles, soft whimpers leaving her lips. She’s a gorgeous, gasping wreck. Breathtaking.

I crawl in behind Ava, letting my palm settle warm and wide on her lower back. Her skin is fever-hot, damp with sweat. I press a kiss to her shoulder, then give the inside of her thigh a sharp little smack. “Spread your legs,benzinho.”

She shifts up onto her knees, bracing herself above Knox’s thighs. Her slick center, glistening and flushed, already throbbing for more.

My cock twitches at the sight.

I reach for the makeshift vibrator but throw a teasing glance toward Declan. My fingers hover over the power button, waiting for approval.

“Do it,” he says, smirking with pure alpha indulgence.

The vibrator hums to life with a soft click, joining the chorus of panting and skin meeting skin. I drag it slowly up the inside of one thigh, then the other, painting her in her own slick. Her scent is overwhelming, syrup-thick and dizzying, soaking into my skin and sinking into my lungs. I circle the toy against her clit, slow and deliberate.

Ava moans, spine arching, and Emilygasps, her head dropping forward, lips parted in a perfect echo. She rides Knox slow, smooth, like her rhythm is wired to Ava’s pleasure. Like Ava’s orgasm is already rippling through Emily’s spine.

“Do you know what I am doing to our omega,docinho?” I murmur.

Emily shakes her head, jaw slack, breathless. Knox curses under her.

“I am getting her good and ready for her alpha’s knot.” I press a button on the massager, increasing the intensity. “She will be dripping for him. So slick and desperate.”

Ava lets out a choked moan. Emily whimpers. Even Knox trembles.

“That’s it,” Declan says from his spot beside the bed, voice molten. “You’re all doing so well.” He’s stroking himself with slow, steady precision, gaze heavy on the four of us like a man barely leashed. He’s magnificent. “Knox, time to make our pretty little beta come. Make her scream.”