Page 151 of Knot By Design
“Norah,” he growls low, his voice rough with restraint. But he doesn’t stop me. Instead, one hand moves to my thigh, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.
He peels the blanket away, exposing my legs to the cool air of the room. The sudden chill hits my heated skin, making me shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the warmth of his palm as he rubs slow circles on my inner thigh.
The touch is electric. I arch into it, spreading my legs a fraction without thinking. Slick gathers between my thighs, my pussy throbbing with every pass of his hand higher and higher.
“Guys, look,” Dorian says, his tone shifting to something darker, hungrier. He parts my legs wider with firm pressure, hooking one over his knee so I’m splayed open in his lap.
Ryker and Jude turn at once, their eyes locking on me. Ryker’s fork pauses midway to his mouth, forgotten, while Jude’s hand freezes on his bulge.
Their gazes burn, making my cheeks flush hotter, but it only fuels the fire. I squirm, the slick easing out more, my body betraying every secret urge.
“Fuck, she’s soaked,” Jude mutters, stepping closer, his sweatpants tented obviously now.
Dorian’s fingers brush my slick folds. I cry out, bucking against his hand.
“Dorian, please—touch me.”
He chuckles, dark and promising, as he slides one finger along my slit, coating it in my wetness. “You need this, don’t you? Need us to fill you up.”
I nod frantically, words failing as he circles my clit, light and teasing. The pressure builds fast, my hips chasing his touch.
Ryker sets his plate down with a clatter and crosses the room in two strides, kneeling in front of us. His hands join Dorian’s, pushing my thighs wider apart to expose me fully.
Cool air hits my bare pussy, and I moan, legs trembling.
“Look at that pretty cunt,” Ryker says, voice thick. He leans in, breath ghosting over my thighs before his tongue flicks out, lapping at the slick dripping down. The sensation rips a sob from me, pleasure coiling tight.
Jude moves behind the couch, his fingers threading through my hair, tilting my head back. “Open up, sweetheart,” he commands softly, and I do, mouth parting as he frees his cock from his pants.
It’s thick, veins pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip. He guides it to my lips. I suck him in eagerly, tongue swirling around the head.
Dorian’s finger presses inside me then, stretching my pussy just enough to make me clench around it. “So tight,” he murmurs against my ear, nipping the lobe.
He adds a second finger, pumping slow at first, then faster, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. Ryker’s mouth replaces his fingers, sucking my clit while his tongue thrusts in deep.
I buck against his face, the wet sounds obscene, mixing with the slurps as I bob on Jude’s cock. Saliva drips down my chin, but I don’t care—everything is heat and need and them.
“That’s it, take him,” Dorian praises, his free hand pinching my nipple. He twists it, sending jolts straight to my core. I’m close, so close, when he pulls back suddenly. “Not yet. We’re taking you to bed.”
They move as one. Dorian scoops me up, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. Ryker and Jude flank us, hands roaming—squeezing my ass, stroking my back—as Dorian carries me down the hall. My pussy clenches around nothing.
The bedroom door bangs open, and he tosses me onto the mattress, the sheets cool against my fevered skin. I spread my legs wide, fingers dipping to my clit, rubbing desperately. “Please, fuck me. All of you.”
Dorian strips first, his cock springing free—long and thick, knot already swelling at the base. He climbs over me, pinning my wrists above my head.
“You’re mine first,” he says, teeth grazing my neck. He bites down, not breaking skin but marking me, sucking hard enough to bruise. The pain mixes with pleasure, making me arch up.
His cock nudges my entrance, slick easing the way as he thrusts in deep. I cry out, walls fluttering around him. He doesn’t wait, pounding hard, the knot bumping my clit with every snap of his hips.
“Feel that? Gonna knot you, claim this pussy.”
“Yes, Dorian—harder!” I beg, nails raking his back.
Ryker and Jude watch, stroking themselves. Jude kneels beside me, offering his cock again. I turn my head, sucking him as Dorian fucks me relentlessly. The bed creaks, bodies slapping together, my moans muffled around Jude’s length.
Dorian’s thrusts grow erratic, knot swelling fuller. He bites my neck again, harder this time, growling as he slams deep and locks inside me.
Hot come floods my pussy, the knot stretching me impossibly, pulsing with every spurt. The orgasm crashes over me, vision blurring as I scream around Jude’s cock.
