Page 128 of Knot So Lucky

The heat drowns out every coherent thought, every memory, until I’m nothing but sensation and the triumphant, wild pulse of his scent flooding my senses.

Luca follows in a rush, hips stuttering as his knot pops and locks us together, the sensation overwhelming. His roar is primal, echoing off the walls, and I feel the hot flood of his come as he pulses inside me. For a long, suspended moment,I’m pinned under the force of it, utterly ruined and gloriously complete.

We collapse in a heap, the aftershocks thrumming through us both. Adrian’s arms are there, holding me, soothing my skin, while Luca mutters praise and curses into my hair.

There’s a strange intimacy in it—a pack instinct, maybe, or just the shared madness of our desires.

I drift in and out, lost in the scents and the sensation of being held, used, cherished all at once. Each time I surface, one of them is there—Luca with his possessive touch, Adrian with his grounding calm, both of them claiming me in their own relentless ways.

The line between rivals and lovers blurs, redrawing itself again and again in sweat, bruises, and soft, unguarded words.

Luca's other hand cups my breast, thumb rolling my nipple, and I feel the build again, faster this time, more intense.

When he enters me again, it's slow at first, his thick length stretching me, but then he picks up pace, fucking me with deep, powerful strokes that make the bed shake.

It's worshipful in its own way, his growls of "mine" echoing Adrian's earlier whispers, but with a ruthless edge that thrills me. Scents peak—spiced leather and vanilla, black pepper and smoke, all wrapped in that sugary sin.

I come hard around him, squirting again, trembling as he follows, pulling out just before his knot swells fully, respecting the pack's careful management of my heat.

They clean me together, Adrian's gentle cloths and Luca's possessive touches, feeding me sips of water and bites of fruit to keep the fever at bay. The room hums with their combined scents, tension easing into something deeper, a bond forming like a team aligning for the season.

But the heat isn't done.

It pulls me under for a brief rest, then wakes me again, this time with all three—Cale stirring too, his burnt cedar joining the mix. The air is thick with it, a symphony of aromas that makes my head spin; it's like a pit garage in full swing, competitive and alive with aromas that drive me wild.

Cale grins, grey eyes flecked with gold, as he pulls me into his lap.

"My turn to remind you who's been here from the beginning," he says, voice rough with affection. His hands are familiar, calloused from tools and tracks, and he kisses me deeply, tasting of dark coffee and raw amber.

The others watch, Luca's amber eyes narrowed in playful rivalry, Adrian's blue ones calm and calculating.

Cale flips me onto my back, spreading my thighs with firm hands, and dives in with his mouth, lapping at me like he's starving.

The sensation is immediate, raw, his tongue circling my clit with the same precision he uses to navigate corners.

I moan, fingers tangling in his hair, as the tension builds again, competitive now with multiple Alphas in the room—each touch a claim, each gasp a victory.

Adrian joins, his fingers sliding inside me alongside Cale's tongue, curling just right. Luca's hands massage my breasts, pinching and teasing, their scents overwhelming, the room a crucible of heat and desire.

I shatter under their combined attention, coming hard, slick everywhere, body convulsing as they praise me in murmurs and growls.

They rotate, careful not to knot yet, building me up and cooling me down with water, fruit, cool cloths.

The cycle is endless, slow and worshipful, romantic-erotic in its intensity.

Elias returns at some point—I feel his presence before I see him, his sandalwood steel cutting through, joining the fray with his playful dominance. He teases me with fingers and toys, vibrator buzzing low as the others hold me steady, whispers of "good girl" filling the air.

Hours blend into what feels like days, the safehouse a bubble outside time. Scents layer upon scents, tension thrilling like a multi-car race, each Alpha vying to please, to claim, their instincts protecting me through the madness.

My body aches, but in the best way, every climax a release, every touch a promise.

Exhaustion claims me fully then, nestled in their midst, scents a harmonious blanket. The competitive world outside waits—the tracks, the rivalries, the disguises—but here, in this moment, I feel somewhat whole.

The heat is finally beginning to fade, leaving strength in its wake, but I know there has to be some grand finale.

For now, I’m dreaming of races won and the idea of forming a pack that’s potentially unbreakable.

CHAPTER 24