I fuck her harder, gripping her hips to hold her steady. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with her muffled whimpers and Knox’s low curses.
It’s a symphony. It’s pack.
I feel her start to tighten up again. Her inner walls flutter around me.
“She’s close,” Eli says, reading her body. He kisses her neck. “Let go, Amber. Come for us.”
I slam into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit.
She screams around Knox’s cock, her back arching off the sofa. Her pussy clamps down on me, rippling in waves that drag my orgasm out of me.
I shout, burying myself deep as I pulse, filling her up, my knot pressing against her entrance.
“You didn’t knot me.” She sounds so whiny.
I press on the bulge, my cock still hard. “I didn’t know that was a choice.”
“Fuck!” Eli smirks. “Do you want a knot deep inside your tight little cunt?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, pulling off Knox. “Please, Eli. Knot me.”
I stoke my cock, watching it twitch.
Eli rolls her onto her side, lifting her leg. He slides in, his face contorted with pleasure.
“I’ve got you,” he says. He thrusts, his rhythm fast and desperate. “I’m going to lock us together. Okay?”
“Yes!”
I watch them. Eli wraps his arm around her waist, holding her tight as his thrusts get shorter, harder.
He buries his face in her neck, biting down on her shoulder as he stills. I see his eyes roll back as he swells, the knot locking them together.
She sighs, a sound of pure contentment, and melts back against his chest.
I sit back on my heels, wiping the sweat from my forehead. My chest is heaving.
I look at Knox. He’s leaning against the sofa, watching them with a look that is half-hunger, half-possessiveness.
“She’s ours,” he says.
“Yeah,” I agree, watching the way she holds Eli’s arm against her chest. “She is definitely ours.”
Her breathing evens out, turning deep and slow. Her face is buried in his neck, her hand curled against his chest. The trust it takes to let an Alpha knot you... it hits me in the gut.
Eli stirs a few minutes later, groaning as his knot deflates. He holds her tight, rolling his hips to ease them apart before sliding free. There’s a wet sound when he pulls out, and a thick rush of their mixed fluids follows.
“Love you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple.
He moves aside, collapsing onto the cushions near her feet, looking wrecked.
She’s still wearing that bra. The lace is damp with sweat, clinging to her skin, hiding those gorgeous breasts from me. I can’t stand it anymore.
I crawl up her body, reaching behind her back to find clasp.
“Let’s get this off you,” I say.
My fingers work at the hooks, and I drag the fabric down her arms. She lifts her shoulders to help, letting the bra fall away. Her tits bounce free, and my mouth goes dry.
