Page 110 of Knotted By my Pack

Elias moves first. He steps close, his hands sliding around her waist, fingers slipping under the edge of her panties like he’s tempted to rip them right off. He doesn’t. Not yet. Instead, he dips his head and kisses her.

It’s not soft.

Her gasp breaks against his mouth, high and breathy, hips tipping forward as his grip tightens. She makes a sound that hits me square in the chest—a whimper, helpless and raw—and I’m already moving before they break apart.

“The last time,” she whispers, breath shaky, eyes bouncing between us, “it was heat. I barely remember any of it.”

Her hand reaches for me.

“I want to remember tonight.”

I step in behind her, cupping the back of her neck, dipping my head until my mouth brushes her ear. “Gentlemen,” I murmur, letting my lips trail down her jaw, “we’ve been given a challenge.”

She shivers under my hands, skin prickling.

I kiss the space beneath her earlobe, then trace my tongue along the curve, tugging gently.

She arches, and Elias doesn’t waste time—his hands slide up to her chest, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over nipples that look red and sore and begging for attention.

Her lips part with a soft moan. “They’re still sensitive.”

He pinches gently. “I know.”

I glance down. My cock strains against my pants.

I want to taste her there, soothe her with my tongue until she cries out. The tips are already hard, nipples taut peaks under Elias’s hands, and when I lower my mouth to one, she gasps and curls against me.

Her fingers dig into my shoulder. I lick slowly, drawing lazy circles around her nipple, then suck. Not hard, just enough to make her knees buckle.

Elias steadies her from the front, kissing her throat, whispering something into her skin.

Noah steps up behind her now, pressing his body flush against her back. “She’s got us wrecked,” he mutters, fingers slipping beneath the band of her panties to squeeze her ass. “Little witch.”

She leans into all of it, head lolling back against Noah’s shoulder, chest pushed forward into my mouth. Elias licks the other nipple, pinching and flicking the one I leave wet and reddened.

My hands slide down her waist, thumbs dragging across her hipbones. I mouth at the underside of her breast now, biting just enough to mark her again.

She moans.

It’s fucking addictive.

Noah’s voice is lower now, right at her ear. “You still sore from earlier?”

“A little,” she says.

Elias lifts his head, cocky. “Good.”

I laugh under my breath, licking down her stomach. Her fingers thread into my hair and hold me there. She smells like honey and sweat and something richer, more primal.

Her scent has thickened. It clings to us. Wraps around our throats.

I drop to my knees.

Her thighs part for me instantly and I mouth over the edge of her panties, letting my breath warm her through the fabric.

She whines, hips twitching, and I look up to see Noah tilting her face to his.

He kisses her like he’s trying to stake a claim, and she clutches his shirt like she’s drowning.