Page 60 of Knotted By my Pack

“You were about to get knotted,” Noah says, eyes blown wide, voice thick with restraint.

Her chest heaves. “I don’t care. I need it. Fuck, Ineedit.” she almost sobs.

Noah moves toward her before I can even catch my breath. “Let me try.”

Elias steadies her as Noah kneels between her thighs, his pants already undone, cock heavy in his hand. He slides in slow.

She whimpers, and I can see her body welcoming him, just like it did me. Her hips rise, her mouth open in silent pleading.

He’s deeper now. Rocking into her with tight control, his hands locked on her waist, but his face goes tight.

One minute. Maybe two.

Then he curses and pulls out fast, groaning as he shudders just outside her body.

“This isn’t going to work,” he says, breath ragged. “Not like this. Whoever finishes will knot her.”

“We have to stop,” Elias says. His hand brushes her hair back, trying to soothe her. “She needs to be somewhere she can rest after.”

“Are you suggesting we move her?” Noah asks.

“She’s not going to settle like this,” I mutter. My voice is rough from strain.

“I need you to fuck me,” Cora moans. I don’t think she’s even aware of the conversation we’re having.

Her hormones are all over the place, and all she cares about is an orgasm.

“My place is closest,” I say after a beat. “Ten minutes, maybe less if I drive fast.”

Noah nods. “Do it.”

Cora’s clinging to Elias now, still squirming, whining under her breath. She’s past words.

Her eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide. She’s dripping, thighs slick, body pulsing in need. She won’t stop until someone knots her or she crashes.

We get her panties back on with effort, though they’re soaked and useless. Noah helps her into her leggings while Elias coaxes her arms into her shirt.

She keeps touching us. Hands drifting, pulling, nuzzling her face into whoever’s closest. My cock’s still hard, still aching, and she’s not making this any easier.

“Stay with me,” she mumbles against my neck when I scoop her up. Her breath is warm. Damp. She bites at my jaw, tiny little nips that make my pulse spike again.

“Soon,” I say through clenched teeth. “Let us take care of you first.”

Elias locks the front door while I carry her out the back, to my truck. It takes all three of us to keep her contained.

She’s writhing in my arms. Her scent coats my shirt, my skin, my mouth.

Elias throws open the truck door, and I slide into the back seat with her still on my lap. Noah jumps into the passenger seat while Elias takes the wheel.

The doors slam shut, and the truck roars to life.

The second we’re moving, she straddles me. Grinding into my lap like she doesn’t care we’re not alone. Her mouth is on mythroat. Her hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping down my stomach.

“Easy,” I whisper. “Almost there.”

She whines, pressing down harder, seeking friction. Her heat is back with a vengeance, and I grip her hips, trying to hold her still.

Noah glances back. “She’s not going to make it through the ride like this.”