Page 113 of Knotted By my Pack

She nods, barely able to speak. Her mouth opens, then closes, and her eyes go wide as Elias grunts and shudders behind her.

He pulls out slowly, her slick clinging to his cock, then rolls to the side. Julian climbs over her, pressing her back, and cups her face.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “Please.”

He slides into her in one slow thrust. Her eyes roll back. I watch her chest arch, nipples peaked, skin covered in a sheen of sweat.

Her body’s flushed, ripe with scent. Everything about her screams Omega. And it makes my instincts snarl.

She moans his name. Her hands fist the sheets. Julian starts to move, slow at first, then deeper, faster. Her cries get louder. He grips her face, makes her look at him, then kisses her hard.

“You said you wanted to remember this,” he growls. “So you will.”

He fucks her until she’s shaking again, hips slapping against hers, the wet sound of her slick filling the room. I stroke myself slowly, watching, waiting.

Her scent gets sharper. She’s close again. He chases it, relentless, dragging every sound out of her until she’s screaming.

When he comes, he doesn’t make a sound—just clenches his jaw, buries himself to the root, and stills. Then he pulls out and leaves a kiss on her cheek.

“I have to go,” he whispers.

She nods.

He kisses her again and slips out quietly.

Elias stands and tucks himself back into his pants. “You’re not walking for a day after this.”

She hums, dazed and pretty and wrecked.

When the door clicks behind them, I move to her side and wrap her up, pulling her into my chest. Her body is slick with sweat and come, and she’s so soft now.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods and presses her cheek to my chest. “You’re staying?”

I grip her chin and tilt her face to mine. “Of course.”

She shivers when I say it. Her body already knows what’s coming. Knows I’m the one who can give her what none of them could.

She shifts against me, scenting me, then straddles my hips.

My cock slides against her slit, slick coating me.

“Noah.”

I grip her thighs. “You want me to knot you?”

Her breath catches. “Yes.”

I roll us over and press her into the mattress. Her wrists go above her head. I pin them there with one hand. My other hand grabs my cock and rubs it between her folds, soaking it.

She arches. “Please.”

I line up and press in slow, careful, filling her inch by inch. Her walls grip me tight. I hold her down and thrust, grinding into her deep.

Her mouth opens wide as my knot starts to swell at the base, already stretching her. She gasps as I lock inside her, deeper than either of them got.