Page 89 of Knot Going Down

“Finally,” Knox groans.

He thrusts up hard, and I feel the whole mattress jolt beneath me. Emily cries out. I pat Knox’s thigh, grinning. “Such a good boy for our alpha.”

“Shut up, Lucas.” Knox grits out, driving his hips upward with renewed force. Frantic. Relentless.

Emily collapses forward, hands braced on either side of Knox’s chest, moaning louder now, lost in his rhythm. He murmurs soft encouragements, hands everywhere—cupping her breasts, petting her thighs, thumbing her nipples. It’s enough to drive anyone feral.

Ava presses her cheek to the middle of Emily’s back and wiggles her ass at me. The picture of invitation and impatience. Her skin flushes deep pink, her thighs trembling.

She’s ready.

And I won’t make an omega in heat wait.

My cock, thick and hard, aches to be inside her. I line myself up, dragging my head through her slick before slowly pushing in. Her body stretches to take me, tight and pulsing, her walls fluttering with every breath.

“You are amazing,” I whisper, the words torn from somewhere deeper than my lungs.

Declan groans low, and I glance over to see him watching us, eyes fixed on where Ava’s body clutches mine. His fist slows, his jaw tight. I pick up my pace, matching Knox’s hard thrusts stroke for stroke. Deep. Steady. Ava buries her face in Emily’s shoulder. She reaches forward, arms sliding along Emily’s until their hands stack on the bed, fingers tangled, bracing against our thrusts. Their moans blur together, high and raw, a duet of need.

Their connection hits something deep in me.

This is what we were meant for.

When Emily leans forward to kiss Knox, it’s messy, all tongues and panting and moans. Ava clenches around me, the wet pull of her drawing me deeper.

“Benzinho,” I purr, drunk on the feel of her.

“Please,” Ava gasps. “More.”

When Emily shatters, Ava explodes. She clenches around me so tight it’s like she’s trying to drain me of my soul. It’s already hers. Theirs.

Knox bucks one more time and stills with a long, low sigh shuddering from his chest. Emily collapses on top of him. Boneless and perfect.

But Ava is unsatiated. Still trembling. Still wanting.

“More,” she demands with a frustrated sob. “Knot… please… alpha… knot.” She wiggles against me, trying to coax more from my quickly softening cock.

Declan meets my gaze across the few feet between us. Gone is the calm. What’s left is alpha hunger in its purest form—dark, coiled,ready. His cock leaks streams of pre-cum down his fist, and every muscle in him tenses like a predator ready to pounce. “It’s time.”

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DECLAN

Ididn’t want to overwhelm Emily, so I’ve held myself back, kept the alpha in me on a short leash, buried under layers of self-control and patience.

Until now.

“Move,” I growl at Lucas.

He slides out of Ava and scoots to the side. I catch her under the arms and haul her upright against my chest. She whines at the sudden change, at the shift in pressure, but she doesn’t fight it.

Her ass settles against me, slick and hot and perfect. The scent of her—ripe and sharp with lust—wraps around my thoughts like smoke. I slide one hand low over her belly, holding her flush against me, while the other climbs her chest, over the swell of one breast, my fingers curling around her throat—not tight, just firm. Possessive. Claiming.

“Listen to me, omega.” My voice is wrecked, thick with the rut rolling through my bloodstream. “You beg for a knot like you don’t even care whose it is. But you know whose cock this is, you know who you want, don’t you?”

She nods frantically, grinding her ass back into me, her whole body shaking with want.

“Say it,” I snarl, dragging my nose across her neck. “Say whose pussy this is.”