Page 86 of The Pack's Knotty Runaway
I part my lips, and Ash guides himself inside. The taste of him is salt and cedar, and the stretch is immediate. I groan around him.
At the other end, Reed settles his weight between my open thighs. “I’m coming in, sweetheart.”
He lines himself up against my slick, swollen entrance and pushes. He fills me in one long, relentless glide. I cry out around Ash’s cock as Reed seats himself to the hilt, stretching me wide. The woodsmoke and musk of his scent crashes into Ash’s cedar, and my head swims.
Reed begins to move. Deep, dragging thrusts that pull a constant stream of slick from my body. With every inward push, his hips snap against mine. With every retreat, my walls clench, begging him to stay.
Ash’s fingers tangle deep in my hair to hold me steady while he takes my mouth, setting a brutal, matching rhythm. Every time Reed pulls back, Ash drives deep past my lips, hitting the back of my throat.
Oh.
The sensory overload is absolute. There is only the rough friction of Ash in my mouth, the heavy, claiming pound of Reed inside me, and the overwhelming scent of alphas drowning out the rest of the world.
“Christ, Luna,” Ash grits out. His hips stutter. “You feel too damn good.”
Bram moves into my line of sight. He’s shed his clothes too, all heavy muscle and broad shoulders. He kneels beside the bed, watching us with dark, dilated eyes.
“Bram,” I mumble around Ash. I reach a hand out blindly.
Bram catches my hand. He presses it to his chest, right over his racing heart, then leans down. His mouth traces a line from my hip bone up my side. He catches my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and the jolt of electricity shoots straight down to where Reed is currently wrecking me.
I scream. My jaw goes slack, and Ash pulls back just in time to let the sound out.
“Don’t stop,” Ash says, his thumb pressing into my cheek. “Take me back, sweetheart.”
I open for him again. I swallow him down, my tongue working along the underside of his shaft. Bram slides his hand down my stomach, his fingers reaching past my hip to find the swollen nub of my clit right above where Reed is thrusting. He presses his thumb down, rubbing in tight circles.
The coil inside me snaps tight.
“Ash,” I whine, my hips bucking up against Reed.
“I’ve got you,” Ash growls. His thrusts turn frantic. “Take it.”
Reed’s groan vibrates through the mattress. “Knotting,” he grits out.
Reed drives forward with a brutal groan, sinking deep enough that his swelling knot finally breaches the tightest part of my anatomy. The thick bulb forces its way through, seating itself firmly inside me, and we are completely locked together. My walls clamp down around him violently.
“Yes,” Reed snarls. He throws his head back as his hips lock.
Ash’s grip in my hair tightens. “Swallow, Luna. Good girl.” He hits the back of my throat one last time, spilling hot and fast over my tongue. I swallow it down convulsively.
Bram’s thumb presses harder, and I shatter.
The climax rips through me, turning the edges of the room white. I scream a name—Ash’s, Reed’s, Bram’s, maybe all three. My body spasms uncontrollably around Reed’s knot as he pumps his load deep inside me. The honey and gooseberries of my scent explodes, coating the walls of the bedroom in pure, unfiltered omega satisfaction.
When my vision finally clears, my chest is heaving. Ash is pressing a kiss to my forehead. Bram is kissing his way up my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder. Reed is slumped over my body, his heavy weight a comforting anchor pinning me to the mattress.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Ash murmurs, smoothing my hair back.
My omega is purring so loud it rattles my ribs. My body feels bruised and well-loved.
“I don’t,” I manage to whisper. My voice is rough. “I don’t think I can move.”
Bram chuckles against my neck. “You don’t have to. We’ve got you.”
Reed shifts slightly. His knot is still firmly locked inside me. He buries his face in my hair, his woodsmoke scent a heavy blanket wrapped securely around us.
Mine,the feral thing in my head says, settling down to rest.
