Page 135 of Knotted By my Pack

They hold nothing back. I’m Ruined. Lifted and split and filled in every way I’ve ever craved. They give and take and claim and soothe. And when I finally crash again, I don’t even know whose knot I’m pulsing around.

I just know I’m full.

Protected.

Claimed.

And still not satisfied.

Noah drags the back of his hand over my flushed cheek and chuckles low. “Think that’s round two done?”

Elias nips my jaw, biting down harder than necessary. “She’s still in heat.”

Julian stretches beside me, gaze possessive and heavy. “Then we keep going.”

And they do.

They take me again. Then again. Until the burn dulls into something warmer. Until I’m spent and boneless and strung out across the sheets with slick thighs and a sore, thoroughly knotted body.

They never stop touching me.

Soft strokes over my spine. Kisses along my hairline. Elias curls himself around my back and hums low. “We’re not done talking. Just… not now.”

I nod against his chest.

Julian kisses my knuckles. “When you’re ready.”

And Noah?

He presses his mouth against my belly and whispers, “You did so well, Omega.”

My body aches in the most decadent way.

I close my eyes, basking in the warmth of them. I can hear them get dressed, but I can barely form coherent thoughts.

They’ll fix the town. They’ll take down Lockwood. But tonight? Tonight, they work on fixing me.

I waketo the sound of Elias growling low under his breath. Not angry. Hungry. It rolls through the room like thunder right before a summer storm cracks open.

I’m drenched in come, still pulsing inside my body. My thighs stick to the bedding. My neck aches where teeth marked me.

They think I’m asleep. But I watch.

Julian is stroking himself just inches from the bed, standing in a shaft of moonlight, his cock heavy and flushed, the skin stretched taut as he works it in slow pulls.

He’s staring at Elias who is crouched between my knees, his tongue sliding across the inside of my thigh. Not touching me where I throb. Just licking me like I’m the dessert he hasn’t earned yet.

I shift slightly, pretending to stretch in my sleep. The movement draws all three gazes.

Julian. Elias. Noah. They turn to me like I just rang a dinner bell.

“You’re awake,” Julian says, voice low and thick. Not a question.

I nod. Barely.

“Good,” Elias mutters, licking his lips. “Then keep those eyes open.”

Noah sits on the edge of the bed beside me, hand smoothing along my hip. “You said you wanted to be bred. Again and again. Let’s make good on it.”