Page 80 of Hard Knot

“Beautiful,” I say, almost to myself, before leaning in.

The first taste of her is electrifying—sweet and salty and utterly addictive. My tongue drags along her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring every drop of her slick. Elizabeth trembles against me, her thighs tightening around my head as a soft, breathy moan escapes her lips.

“Good girl,” Carter murmurs, his voice warm and encouraging. “So good for your Alphas.”

The praise sends another spike of heat through her, and I can feel her body responding, her slick flowing even more freely. I dive in, my tongue pressing deeper, exploring every inch of her with deliberate attention. The way she squirms, her hands gripping Carter’s forearms for support, only spurs me on.

Her moans grow louder, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure.

The pheromones in the air are dizzying, a heady mix that feels almost intoxicating. It’s like being drunk, but instead of numbing the senses, it heightens everything — every sound, every touch, every taste.

I grip her thighs tighter, pulling her closer as I focus on the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her heat. My tongue circles it slowly at first, teasing, before latching on and sucking just enough to make her cry out.

“Felix,” she moans, her voice trembling. “I—oh god, I can’t?—”

I know she can hold off a little longer so I can work her up even more.

She does just that, allowing me to work her pussy with my tongue, building her orgasm that threatens to ride through her at any moment with how her body is quaking in anticipation.

Her moans are loud, rocking through the kitchen and probably half the house. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the maidsand bulters were awakened by our foreplay, which makes me want to hear her moan and whimper even louder.

For everyone to hear about the sinful deeds we’re committing in the peak of the night.

“Yes, you can,” Carter growls in motivation, his hand stroking her stomach in soothing circles. He’s watching every single movevemt, listening to the slurping madness I’m causing. “Be a good girl and let yourself go.”

Her entire body tenses, her back arching as she screams her release.

The sound is beautiful, raw, and unrestrained, echoing through the room like music. I don’t stop, licking her through the waves of her climax, savoring every tremor, every shiver that passes through her.

By the time her body finally stills, she’s fighting not to tremble, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. I lap up the remnants of her slick, making sure she’s clean before Carter gently lowers her back onto my lap.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes half-lidded as she looks up at me. I don’t give her a chance to recover before I lean in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. She tastes of herself, and the intimacy of it makes the moment feel even more profound.

“I’d bend you over and fuck you right now,” I murmur against her lips, “but I want you sober for that. I want to hear you begging for your Alpha.”

Her lips part as if she’s about to fire back a defiant response, but before she can, Holmes’ voice cuts through the haze like a blade.

“If you don’t stop being so fucking loud,” he growls from the doorway, his tone sharp and biting, “I’m kicking you all out of this house.”

Carter groans, resting his forehead against Elizabeth’s shoulder.

“You’re such a douche, Holmes. Admit it, you’re just mad you can’t join in.”

“Garage. Now,” Holmes barks before walking away, the sound of his retreating footsteps echoing down the hall.

Carter sighs dramatically, his hands sliding to Elizabeth’s waist as he helps her stand. “Fine, fine. Let’s go, sweetheart. No way I’m letting you sleep without my warmth. Ignore Holmes’ stubbornness.”

Now that I remember why we actually ended up in the garage, I realize Elizabeth has to be around as well. My gaze sweeps the room, searching for her.

I finally spot her curled up in a pile of what looks like our clothes, tucked into one corner of the garage.

I don’t recall bringing the clothes down here, but there she is, nestled in them like she belongs there, her body completely at ease. Her chest rises and falls in the steady rhythm of deep sleep, and her platinum hair spills over the makeshift nest like a silken veil.

What catches my attention most, though, are my glasses perched on her face.

The sight is enough to make my heart stutter.

They’re too big for her, slightly askew, but somehow, that only makes her look cuter. There’s a softness in her expression that I haven’t seen before, a peacefulness that makes her even more captivating.

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