Page 136 of Knotted By my Pack

They take their time.

Elias hooks my knees over his shoulders and buries his face between my legs like he owns the place. His tongue slides in and out of me, slow and ruthless.

He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t ease up. He devours like he’s starving. His growls vibrate straight through me, my whole body tightening with the effort not to cry out.

Julian circles the bed, cock still in his hand. He presses the head to my lips, slick already dripping from the tip.

“Open that mouth, Omega,” he says, voice rough.

I do.

The taste of him spreads across my tongue, earthy and bitter and perfect. I suck him slow, head bobbing with his rhythm, my moans muffled by the fullness of him.

Elias doesn’t stop. He laps at me with merciless precision, dragging me closer and closer to the edge while Noah kneels behind him, watching with a hunger so sharp it cuts.

“She’s going to come again,” Elias grits out, voice muffled in my heat.

Julian’s cock twitches in my mouth. He slides deeper.

Noah’s fingers trace over my stomach, then lower, dipping between my cheeks to press against my slick entrance. “You ready for all of us again?” he murmurs. “You said you wanted to be bred full, didn’t you?”

I whimper, mouth still full, eyes watering from the pressure of Julian in my throat.

“She’s not going to last,” Elias mouths to Noah, lifting his face for just a second. His mouth shines. He presses two fingers inside me, curling them, and I break.

My thighs snap around his shoulders, back arching, Julian’s cock sliding free as I gasp and cry out.

My body pulses around Elias’s hand. The orgasm rips through me, liquid heat pouring out in waves. I pant, head tipped back, lips swollen and wet.

They move fast.

Julian positions himself between my thighs again. “Want to feel you clamp around my knot,” he says, lining up. “Still so full and needy.”

He pushes inside, thick and unforgiving. I stretch around him, body already slick enough to take him with ease. The stretch is sharp. Addictive.

Noah grabs my hands and pins them above my head, his chest pressed to mine, his breath warm on my cheek. “You’re not leaving this bed until we’re satisfied,” he whispers.

Julian thrusts. Hard. Deep. Over and over. The sound of it is obscene, wet, and relentless.

I’m a mess. Slick and sweat and breathless moans.

Elias circles behind me, parting my legs wider. “Hold her open,” he says to Noah, and Noah obeys, gripping my knees and keeping me spread as Julian pounds into me with brutal efficiency.

Elias’s tongue teases lower. He laps at the place where Julian disappears inside me, his breath hot on my overstimulated core. The shock of it nearly sends me over again.

“Too much,” I gasp.

“No,” Julian growls. “Exactly enough.”

He thrusts deeper, then stills, knot swelling inside me. I cry out as he locks in, the pressure unbearable and perfect.

He shudders. Comes hard. I feel every pulse, every throb as he spills into me. Warm. Endless. My body milks him, my hips grinding, chasing more.

Elias doesn’t wait.

Julian rolls to the side, keeping his knot buried, and Elias slides into the mess he left behind. My head spins. I didn’t know I could still want more. But the ache won’t stop.

Elias thrusts slow at first, then faster. Each slap of his hips sends sparks up my spine.