Page 102 of The Pack's Knotty Runaway

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“Luna.” Bram’s voice drops low. “You understand we won’t be able to take it back.”

“I’m counting on it,” I say, smiling.

“What’s twelve divided by five?” Reed asks.

“Reed,” Bram says.

“Sorry, beautiful.” Reed crawls closer, his eyes dead serious. “But I just want to make sure you’re actually driving the car right now.”

I huff a laugh that turns into a gasp as another cramp folds me over. “The answer’s two point four. And if you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, the answer’s going to be murder.”

“Looks like you’re home,” Reed says, and grins.

The next wave hits again without warning, and the need that was patient a second ago shows every one of its teeth.

Bram takes over. Hands spanning my hips, his weight coming down over me, his leather scent coming with it. “I’ve got you,” he says against my ear.

I’m so wet there’s nothing left to work for. He slides home in one long push and we both groan. His knot’s already swelling at the base, catching thick on every drag, not quite locking yet. I get my nails into his back and hold on, my breath coming apart in pieces.

Make it stay.I want him stuck. I want him so deep in me he can’t get out for half a day.

“Bram.” I find his eyes and hold them. “Now. Do it now. Don’t let it go down.”

He drives in to the root, and his knot swells past the place where pulling out stops being an option, and locks. The stretch of it whites out every thought I’ve got left. My body clamps down hard and the peak takes me, and that’s the moment he sets his teeth where my neck runs into my shoulder and bites down.

The pain flares and turns molten. I come so hard my ears ring, and something snaps into place behind my ribs. Him, sitting there. Warm. Immovable.

My head falls back. “I can feel you.”

Bram, who never once in his life asked anybody for a single thing, makes a sound I’ve never heard out of him, and his shoulders shake. I get a hand in his hair and pull his head down against my throat and hold him there.

“I love you,” he says into my skin. Rough, plain.

“I love you too,” I tell him.

The knot holds, buried to the hilt, still locking us together, and his mouth curves against my throat when he feels me loving it through our bond.

He shifts his weight carefully, keeping us pinned together as he rolls us onto our sides. He pulls my thigh up over his hip, drawing me tight against him. The change in the angle drags his thick knot over an entirely new spot, lighting up my whole spine and ripping a fresh whine right out of me.

“How does it feel?” Ash murmurs as he presses up along my back.

“Why don’t you find out,” I manage.

He huffs a breath against my nape. His hands skim down my spine and over the curve of my ass, thumbs spreading me. The slick is running everywhere now, and he unhurriedly coaxingly gathers it up, working one finger and then two into my ass. My heat has already made me beautifully pliable, softening me to take a second knot, and the sudden stretch has me desperately craving it.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Ash breathes.

Then the head of his cock presses where his fingers were, slow. The stretch climbs and climbs the thin line between too much and not enough until I’m shaking apart between the two of them.

Both of them. Bram in my pussy, Ash in my ass, not one inch of me below the belt left empty. My omega’s got no words left in her exceptyes.

Ash bottoms out and goes still, his forehead dropping between my shoulder blades, breathing ragged. Then he moves back and forth as Bram grinds me from the front, rocking that thick knot inside me.

When the next peak starts to climb, I tilt my head back, baring the unmarred curve of my other shoulder to him. “Ash. Please. Bite me now.”

He sinks his teeth deep into my skin, right opposite Bram’s mark. The sharp puncture sends a bolt of deep heat straight to my core, and a second massive weight settles in beside the first.Him.His love is a brilliant, steady mirror that reflects back who I am and chooses to stay, an unshakeable foundation.

I love you, he projects through our bond, his mind brushing against mine as I throw my feelings back at him.