Page 59 of Knotted By my Pack

She cries out, back arching, and I growl low in my throat, biting back every instinct to go harder. Her walls clench around me like she was made for this.

Taking every inch of me. I can already tell how perfectly my knot will fit inside her.

Nothing has ever felt this good. She’s so slick I can barely hold myself back. Every thrust pushes me deeper into velvet heat, every moan from her lips unravels something inside me.

Her legs lock around my hips, pulling me closer like she’s trying to crawl under my skin.

Her scent’s changing again, sharper now. Pure arousal, thick and cloying, coating my throat.

Elias is on his knees beside her, hand smoothing over her thigh, murmuring to her while I move inside her.

Noah brushes the sweat from her temple, fingers gentle, almost reverent.

Then Elias is tugging up her shirt.

Her bra is already skewed from the way she writhed earlier, and it takes nothing for him to bare her chest.

Her nipples are hard, tight little peaks begging for attention. Elias bows his head, taking one into his mouth, and her gasp stutters through the air.

Her back arches into him, pressing her chest closer to his mouth, crying out at the way his tongue circles and flicks. Her walls clench at me, pulling me in deeper.

My thrusts get deeper. Slower. Her head tosses back, then snaps forward again when Noah cups her jaw.

“Cora,” he murmurs.

She turns her head on instinct.

And I watch him kiss her.

His mouth slants over hers, slow and firm, his hand sliding to the back of her neck. Her lips part, and he takes her in.

The sound she makes between both of us is keening. I swear her slick gets wetter. She clenches around me so hard my vision whites out for a second.

I could die, here and now, and not care.

Her body wants this. All of us.

My hands lock on her hips, and I drive into her again, burying myself as deep as I can go.

She moans into Noah’s mouth while her hips grind up into mine. I know I’m close. Too close.

The pressure in my gut twists sharply. It’s not just the edges of my orgasm. It’s lower. Heavier. My spine tightens, and something primal claws its way up. She never agreed to knotting.

“Julian,” Noah warns. His hand clamps on my shoulder, hard.

I try to pull back, but her legs tighten again, and she cries out, begging for more.

I grit my teeth. I can feel the stretch at the base of cock. My knot’s threatening to swell.

Fuck.

“Julian,” Noah says again, louder this time.

My hands tremble from how hard I grip her, trying not to lose control. I bury myself once more and groan through clenched teeth.

Then Noah yanks me back, and I rip out of her with a hiss, staggering, my body cursing the loss of heat. My knot pulses painfully, aching with the need to lock into her.

“Why?” she sobs, trying to follow, her arms reaching out. “Why’d you stop?”