Page 75 of Knot a Tie
When she’s finished, I pull out and place my tongue at the base of my wrist, licking all the way up to my fingertips while she watches, sweating and feverish with desire.
“You taste like honey.”
She purrs and I pounce, ramming my cock inside her without another second to waste. My knot is aching to be inside her. I know it’s going to be hard and fast. In a frenzy, I ride her pussy, slick coating my cock until I burst my banks, coming deep into her womb as her walls clutch me tightly. My knot responds to the climax, bulging quickly, causing her to cry out in ecstasy when she feels it lock us together.
“Mine,” I growl in her ear with my arms wrapped tightly around her.
“Yours!” she exclaims loudly for all to hear.
I nuzzle her neck, licking over her jugular and giving her a quick nip to make my intentions known. I know she isn’t ready yet. I have a feeling she wants to take each of us without mating first, to get to know our bodies and how compatible we are with her. My best guess is, she wants to be in her heat when we mate, and that time isn’t now. I can wait. I have marked her as mine. She is owned by me and my pack brothers. There is no escaping us now even if she wanted to, and her actions are screaming that she doesn’t want to. She is right where she wants to be, stuck on my knot for the next ten minutes until Cameron takes her body and makes it his, and Richard after that.
And if she will have us all again from the top, this will make the most spectacular night of my life, even better.
“How do you feel?” I ask a few moments later, when I can speak again. My voice is hoarse and deep with my arousal.
“Purrrfect,” she murmurs.
I chuckle and kiss her nose. “Funny, princess. You’ve got a sense of humour, don’t you?”
She giggles. “What’s the point in being serious all the time?”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I cast a glance over to James.
He is watching this intently, as interested to see her with me as I was to see her with him. We have never shared a woman before. None of us. I don’t think Richard and James have, although I couldn’t say for sure. James has certainly never said. I suddenly have the urge to see her railed by both of them, one in her pussy, one in her arse, impaling her on their cocks.
I groan softly and tear my eyes away from him. Will he think that’s weird? Will Richard? It has nothing to do withthem, but her. I want to seeher.
“Have you ever had anal?” I whisper.
Her eyes go wide at the question, but I think she knows we are beyond personal now. She is stuck on my knot and intimate is where we are at.
“Once,” she says. “It was awful.”
“Would you try again? With us?”
She nods quickly, her eyes going a deeper shade of blue.
“Please tell me it wasn’t with Andy,” Richard drawls from his place, sitting on the floor outside the wardrobe, leaning against the wall.
“Yes!” she cries. “Ugh!”
“Andy? The one who your dad is going to make piss himself?” I snicker.
“I imagine that’s the one,” Richard says.
“I’ve pushed it to the dark recesses of my mind,” Rayne spits out.
“I don’t blame you,” he says. “From what I remember about that night, he was a stuck up, entitle little prick who couldn’t hold his beer.”
She snorts and blushes fiercely.
“We will make it more enjoyable for you,” I murmur. “I want to see them make you a twin sandwich.”
Rayne’s lips part with lust. James’s sharp intake of breath is mimicked by Richard. It’s all they can think about now.
Her pheromones are pinging all over the wardrobe, filling up my senses with her Blueberry-muffins scent. I bury my face in her neck, feeling my knot going down.
“Yes,” she purrs. “I want that.”
