Page 89 of Knot Your Sugar

"She’ll call for us," Cole murmurs beside me, his voice a grounding rumble. "You'll see."

He’s right. I know he’s right.

I wrestle the instinct back.

This isn’t jealousy. James was her choice this time, and I respect that.

But it doesn’t mean I’m not restless as hell.

The sounds inside intensify, building to a cascade of desperate cries and deep moans. Elena screams in pure, shattering release, so intense it makes my cock twitch.

Then, silence.

Just ragged breathing, soft murmurs. Cole and I wait, unmoving, breath suspended.

The moment stretches. Every instinct I have is locked on that door, waiting.

One minute. Five. More.

Each second winds tighter in my chest.

Then, her voice. It's soft but clear, cutting through the door.

"Dorian. Cole."

Chapter forty-seven

Elena

James smirks as he pulls out with a low, satisfied groan, his release spilling from me onto the rumpled blankets of my nest.

My gaze drifts toward the doorway where my other alphas are watching with dark, hungry eyes.

"Come here," I murmur, extending a hand.

That's all it takes.

Dorian reaches me first, his hands framing my face as he captures my lips in a slow, consuming kiss. Cole follows a breath later, his fingers gliding down my body to find my clit, teasing slow circles that pull a helpless whimper from my throat.

"You look so beautiful," he breathes, voice rough.

I arch under their touch as Dorian now presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along my throat.

"Fill me now," I pant, half plea, half demand.

Cole smirks and obliges. A gasp escapes me as he shifts me onto my side and enters me from behind, burying himself to the hilt in one delicious stretch.

I tremble, my nails digging into Dorian's arms as he positions himself on his side, right in front of me, admiring the scene.

"You're so perfect," Cole breathes, hands gripping my hips as he thrusts in slow, teasing strokes. My breath stutters, pleasure building unbearably.

Dorian groans low, tilting my chin toward him. "You look so good Elena." He claims my lips, swallowing my moans as Cole continues thrusting into me. I whimper into his mouth, my fingers now tangling in his hair.

"You're so wet," he mutters, fingers moving to my clit.

I cry out, my body quaking under the steady rise of pleasure. Cole’s rhythm stutters, his breath hitching in a sharp inhale.

"Fuck, Elena. You're clenching me so hard."

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