Page 63 of Knotted By my Pack

“Elias,” Julian snaps from somewhere behind me. “Slow down. You’re about to?—”

“I know,” I grit, biting it out through clenched teeth. “I can’t?—”

“You’re going to knot her.”

I jerk back, muscles locking. The pressure in me is a sharp twist. I’m so close it’s painful. Another thrust and I won’t be able to pull out in time.

“I have to get out,” I groan, and I do. Fast. Barely.

The second I’m free, I nearly collapse to my knees. My cock is flushed, leaking, twitching at the air like it’s lost.

I stroke myself once, twice, trying to calm the need thrumming in my gut, but the sight of her—slick, open, still wanting—only makes it worse.

Julian moves in. His hands slide under her knees and flip her gently onto her back. Her eyes are glazed over. Her chest heaves like she’s just run miles.

Her lips part in another moan, but nothing forms.

Only need.

“We’re not done with you,” Julian mutters, kissing her thigh.

Noah and I move in too, each of us taking a leg, holding her open as Julian lowers his head.

His tongue drags up her slit slowly. She jerks, cries out, hands fisting into the cushion behind her.

He starts to eat like he’s starved, like every slick sound from her only fuels him more. I lean in from the side, trailing kisses across her stomach, stroking her breasts as she twists and arches. Noah grips her hand, pressing a kiss into her wrist.

She comes. Twice. Hard. Her legs shake. Her body tenses, then goes lax. But it’s not enough.

She still writhes beneath us, lips parted, whimpering. Her body is still begging, clenching around nothing, desperate for more.

“Still burning up,” Julian mutters, licking his lips.

“She’s not going to break this way,” Noah says. “We’ve tried everything.”

We all fall silent. She’s there between us, sweat-slicked and flushed, a mess of moans and heat. It’s all instinct now.

The kind of want that strips down whatever’s left of restraint. I’m hard again already. Julian’s still dripping. Noah hasn’t even had his turn yet.

He leans over her slowly, bracing himself with one hand beside her head. “You want me now?” he murmurs.

She doesn’t answer. She just pulls at his neck and kisses him hard, biting his lower lip, dragging another groan from his throat.

Noah doesn’t hesitate. He lines himself up and slides in slowly. Her moan rips through the air. Her legs wrap around his hips, drawing him deeper. And he gives her everything.

She gasps again. Her back arches, nails clawing at his shoulders as he starts to move.

Deep, even thrusts, rocking into her like he’s determined to tear the heat out by force. Julian and I sit back and watch, stroking ourselves as he works her over.

Every thrust pulls a sound from her. Sharp. Shaky. Wrecked. Her body jerks beneath his, wrapped around him like she doesn’t know how to let go.

Noah presses his forehead to hers, gritting his teeth as he grinds deeper.

She starts to break again. Another orgasm wracks through her, then another. I lose count after four. Her hands claw at anything they can find—cushions, skin, air.

She’s keening now, body clenching around him so tight that Noah stutters for a second, groaning into her mouth.

“I can’t knot her,” he pants. “She can’t take it.”