Page 213 of Knot So Lucky

And maybe she fucking did.

I shove my own pride aside and get ready for the next challenge, which is going to be a whole new level of madness.

It’s obscene—no other word for it.

I stroke her cheek, wipe the mess off her lips with my thumb, then offer it for her to lick clean. She does, eyes locked on mine, tongue flicking over my skin just to taste the last of me.

“Good girl,” I purr. “Now get ready for the real show.”

I can barely wait.

My whole body is burning, every part of me tuned to the idea of splitting this Omega with my rival and making sure the world remembers her name—and ours—forever.

She settles back, ass pressed against Luca’s hips, mouth open and wanting. The anticipation in the room is a living thing—buzzing, pushing, whispering all the forbidden things we shouldn’t do but are dying to try.

I’m going to bend her over, lube her up, and fuck her full.

And I’ll make damn sure she’s the first and last Omega who ever gets to say she conquered both of us at once.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves—first comes prep, and I’m not about to rush the destruction of a lifetime.

I shove her forward, hands braced on the small of her back, ass in the air, slick and swollen and shining in the poisoned light. Her thighs are already trembling—Luca did a number on her, but I plan to take it all the fucking way.

I fish the lube from my pocket—never thought I’d actually need it tonight, but hell, sometimes the universe provides exactly what you want. I pop the cap, squirt a generous dollop on my fingers, and smear it over her ass, circling the tight ring with slow, deliberate pressure. The chill of it makes her jolt.

She whimpers, arching her back, greedy even as her whole body resists.

I work the tip of my finger inside—slow, gentle, a tease she’s not expecting given how rough we’ve been all night. She clenches down, desperate, and I spend a whole minute just twisting and flexing, letting her get used to the stretch.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I mutter, half to myself, half to drive her crazy. “You ever been fucked like this before, Trouble?”

She shakes her head, gasping.

“No—never, only—fuck, please, more?—”

I add a second finger, working the lube deeper, massaging the spot that makes her hips jerk and her moaning shoot up an octave. I feel Luca’s eyes boring into us—he’s watching, stroking himself, the idea of double penetration turning him on just as much as me.

She’s losing it, panting, sweat running down her back in glitter-streaked rivers. Every little circle of my fingers makes her whole body shake, and when I curl just right, she comes—no warning, just a broken, shuddering scream as her muscles clamp down and her ass milks my hand.

She slumps, boneless, but I don’t stop. I want her right at the edge, ruined beyond repair.

I pull out slow, giving her every chance to catch her breath. Then I pat her on the hip, voice low and filthy.

“You ready for the real thing now? Ready to let me fuck your ass while Luca fills your pussy?”

She can’t even speak—just nods, eyes wild and so fucking hungry for it.

I glance at Luca, flick my chin.

“Lube up, Thorne. I want to see you lose your shit again.”

He hesitates—a split-second, pride and need at war—then reaches for the bottle, slicking his cock with practiced strokes. He’s hard as hell, tip flushed, veins standing out in perfect relief. For a second I can taste the electricity in the air—the anticipation, the competition, the promise of something nobody else will ever match.

I pull him down by the neck, crushing our mouths together—biting, sucking, fighting for dominance even now. He answers, tongue shoving in hard, hands grabbing my shoulders like he might rip me open.

I let him have it, then shove him away, grinning.

“Watch carefully,” I say, voice shredded. “Gonna show you how it’s done.”