Page 62 of Knotted By my Pack

I move before my brain can catch up. She’s so warm under my touch. I peel her shirt over her head, baring flushed skin and taut nipples.

Julian leans down, mouths one immediately, groaning like he’s starving. Her back arches, hips jerking.

I slide my hands down her stomach, unfasten the drawstring of her leggings, and tug them down her thighs.

She’s soaked, panties clinging to her, wetness shining on the inside of her legs. I press a palm to her mound and she cries out, shoving into my hand, desperate.

“Get rid of them,” Julian says, voice low and firm.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slide them down slowly, dragging my knuckles against her trembling thighs.

“Hands and knees,” Noah murmurs to her. She moans but shifts, climbing forward on the couch, chest down, ass high in the air.

Her legs are shaky, her arms barely holding her up, but she obeys like she’s made to.

Julian’s behind her in a blink. His hands drag up her thighs, gripping her hips, spreading her wide.

I watch his mouth press against the back of her neck, see the way she shudders under him.

“Here we go, princess,” he breathes against her skin.

Then he’s inside her in one thrust. The sound she makes nearly unhinges me. He grits his teeth, stills, buried to the base, his head falling forward as he groans long and low.

She’s tight, wet, clenching hard around him.

“Fucking hell,” Julian growls.

Her back arches, nails digging into the cushions as she tries to push herself back onto him, but he holds her hips still.

“She’s not going to last,” I say, kneeling beside the couch, stroking a hand over her spine.

“Neither am I,” Julian huffs, voice strained. His hips jerk once, twice. He’s trying to pace himself, but it’s not working. She’s pulling every last bit of control out of him.

Noah kneels in front of her again, cups her face, and kisses her gently. She moans into his mouth, breath shaky, hips moving with every thrust behind her.

“She’s close,” Julian grits out, voice sharper now. “But if I stay in, I’ll knot.”

He groans, jerks his hips hard once more before pulling out fast, just in time. His cock is slick, flushed, twitching in the open air. “Someone else... before I lose my damn mind.”

“I got her,” I say, even as my chest tightens.

She’s gasping now, half-crying, reaching behind her, empty and desperate.

“Please,” she begs, voice cracking. “Don’t leave me like this.”

Noah lays a hand on her lower back, grounding her. Julian steps aside, still breathing hard, watching as I position myself behind her.

I’m barely inside her before I know I’m in trouble.

She drags a broken gasp from her lungs as I sink in, her slick heat gripping me like nothing I’ve felt in years. It’s too much.

She’s too soft. Too tight. I push deeper, my hands anchored on her hips, trying to keep myself steady, but my pulse is racing like I’m chasing something I can’t catch.

Cora moans, long and deep, like it’s being dragged out of her. Her body rocks into mine without hesitation, back arching, begging for more without a single word.

I thrust once. Then again. The slick pull of her walls nearly chokes me. My eyes roll back. She’s squeezing down so hard I see white. My hands fist into her hips.

One more stroke and I?—