Page 161 of Knot Heirs: Serenity's Reign

Lucian let out a soft, reverent exhale. “I’ll go slow, little flame. I promise.”

They moved like instinct, positions shifting with practiced unity. Ronan sat at the top of the nest, his back braced against the headboard, thick thighs parted, his cock already hard again. Darius took his place behind her, brushing kisses along her spine as he helped prop her on all fours. And Lucian, ever the patient beast, knelt at her rear, spreading her cheeks gently with one hand.

“I’ll prep her,” Lucian murmured. “You take her mouth. Darius… you know what to do.”

Ronan cupped her face, tipping her chin up to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to, baby. You’ve already given us so much.”

She leaned forward, lips brushing his length. “I want to,” she whispered. “Let me.”

That was all it took.

Ronan growled low, guiding his cock between her lips. She opened for him eagerly, tongue flattening along the underside as she sucked him in inch by inch.

Behind her, Lucian coated his fingers in slick lube, warming them in his palm before circling her tight rim with gentle pressure. Serenity moaned around Ronan’s cock, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Easy,” Lucian coaxed, rubbing slow circles as his finger began to press inward. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

Darius kissed her shoulder, one hand bracing her hip. “Just feel. Let us in.”

She gasped around Ronan’s cock as Lucian slipped the first finger inside her. The stretch was foreign, stinging and strange,but the care they took made it bearable—pleasurable, even. She rolled her hips slightly, and Lucian groaned.

“Gods, she’s tight.”

“Focus,” Darius muttered.

Two fingers now. Lucian worked her slowly, his voice low and filthy, praising every tremble of her thighs, every breathless moan. When she relaxed enough to accept a third, her eyes fluttered closed, tears leaking from the corners as Ronan gently stroked her cheek.

“Ready?” Lucian asked, voice tighter now.

She pulled off Ronan’s cock long enough to pant, “Yes. Please.”

Darius nodded. “I’ll wait until you’re in.”

Lucian lined himself up at her back, hands gentle on her hips. “Deep breath, sweetheart.”

The pressure was immense, building slowly as his cock pushed into her tightest entrance. She bit down on a moan, arms trembling as her body fought and yielded all at once.

Lucian cursed. “So fucking tight. You’re perfect.”

Inch by inch, he filled her, pausing to let her adjust. Tears streaked her cheeks, but her hips pushed back greedily.

When he was fully seated inside her, his cock buried to the hilt, Serenity was shaking.

“Darius,” she whispered. “Now.”

Darius growled and slipped one hand between her thighs, brushing her soaked folds before sliding easily into her. She gasped, caught between fullness and fire.

He started to move first. Lucian followed.

Ronan fed his cock back into her mouth.

And then she was surrounded—used, worshipped, adored.

They moved with perfect rhythm. Darius’s hips drove into her pussy while Lucian rolled into her ass, careful and relentless, their cocks brushing places that had her vision going white.Ronan’s hands tangled in her hair, guiding her pace as she bobbed over his cock, her moans humming around him.

The tension built and built. Every thrust a crescendo. Every drag of friction a hymn.

Her body couldn’t tell where one ended and another began. They were inside her, around her, part of her.

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