Page 160 of Knot Heirs: Serenity's Reign

“Yours,” she gasped. “Yours. Don’t stop.”

He flipped her effortlessly, pulling her hips up and slamming into her from behind. She cried out, the new angle hitting something devastating inside her. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, at the pillows, her body no longer her own.

“You’re perfect like this,” he rasped. “Taking me so fucking deep. You were made for this.”

He reached around, circling her clit with precision.

“Come for me, Serenity.”

Her orgasm exploded through her like a bomb, and she collapsed forward, sobbing as her body milked him, her heat reaching a fever pitch.

And then?—

His knot swelled.

She screamed again, overwhelmed as it locked them together, the thick base of him sealing the bond, locking his seed deep inside.

Darius cursed, slamming in one last time as he came with a broken groan.

“Sealed,” he gasped, pressed against her back. “You’re mine now. Ours. Forever.”

She trembled beneath him, body sated and marked, filled by all three of them.

And in that moment—blinding, brutal, perfect—she believed it.

Serenity didn’t knowhow long she lay in that tangled bliss, warmth and seed and satisfaction curling around her like the softest cocoon.

But even as Darius’s knot slowly faded and he pulled away with a final kiss to her spine, she felt the pull of it again.

The need.

Different now—slower, smoldering instead of raging, but insistent. Her body was stretched and marked, her throat raw from gasping, yet her core still pulsed with want.

She shifted, turning onto her back in the nest, eyes fluttering open to find all three of them watching her. Ronan, stretched at her right, his knuckles absently tracing her thigh. Lucian, crouched like a dark predator at her feet, a slow smirk pulling at his lips. And Darius, sweat-slicked and satisfied, but still not sated.

She whimpered, the sound soft but unmistakably needy.

Lucian tilted his head. “That heat’s still humming in your veins, isn’t it, darling?”

“I want you,” she said, voice hoarse. “All of you. At the same time.”

A flicker passed between the Alphas—shock, hunger, something deeper.

“I want to feel all of you,” she whispered, her hands skimming her own thighs. “Please. Take me. All three of you.”

Ronan’s breath caught. “Sweetheart…”

“I want to try,” she insisted. “I want to be full. I need it.”

Lucian knelt beside her, his thumb brushing the edge of her lip. “You’ve never taken anyone back there, have you?”

She shook her head.

Darius’s brow furrowed. “We don’t need to?—”

“I need to,” she interrupted. “I want to. I want it slow. I want to feel it. All of you inside me.”

Silence. And then?—

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