Page 48 of Forget me Knot
Chapter 22
Jack
The scent of Lily’s arousal is intoxicating, and I can feel my control slipping. Watching Sam with her was one thing, but now, touching her, feeling her warm skin under my hands—it’s a whole new level of madness.
I lean in to kiss her again, slower this time, savouring the taste of her lips. Her hands roam over my chest under my tee, her fingers exploring the planes of my muscles with an urgency that makes me growl quietly. My cock strains against my jeans as I pull away just enough to look into her eyes.
“Do you want this?” I ask, needing to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she breathes out, her voice barely a whisper but filled with so much need that it sends a jolt straight to my already stiff dick.
Sam steps closer, pressing close against her back. “Let’s make sure she knows just how much we want her.”
With that, I pull Lily even closer to me and kiss down her neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin there. She gasps as I feign a mating bite and chuckle lightly against her throat. She moans as I move away, my lips and hands devouring her, each touch igniting sparks along her skin.
I drop to my knees in front of her, hands sliding down her thighs. Sam’s fingers trace patterns down her back as he unclasps her bra.
The sight of Lily’s glistening pussy has me licking my lips in anticipation. She spreads her legs for me willingly as I nuzzle against her before dragging my tongue along her slicked-up slit. Her gasp is so sweet it almost takes me out; I lose myself in the taste of her. Lily’s hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I feast on her, tongue diving deep and lips catching every drop of her arousal. Sam kisses the nape of her neck and whispers sweet nothings that make her tremble.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sam murmurs as his hands cup her breasts, gently kneading them and pinching her nipples. The dual sensations make Lily’s knees buckle, but I hold her steady, one hand gripping her thigh while the other teases her clit.
“Fuck, Jack,” she moans, eyes fluttering shut as she surrenders to the pleasure we’re giving her. “Don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I suckle on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that makes her cry out. Sam’s kisses grow more urgent, turning to nipping bites.
There’s an understanding between us that goes beyond mere pack dynamics. This is about love, lust and trust—an unspoken agreement to cherish Lily and never let go.
I groan in response to her soaking my tongue, latching onto her clit with a heat that makes her buck against my mouth. Sam growls with approval.
Sam squeezes and teases her nipples until they’re rock-hard peaks under his touch.
“Fuck, Lily,” Sam murmurs against her ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
She let out a loud purr, the sound vibrating through me as I suck harder on her clit, my fingers moving faster inside her. Her whole body shudders, and I know she’s close.
“Let go for us, love,” I whisper against her skin. “Come for us, Lily.”
Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. The gush of her release against my tongue as she screams our names is like nectar from the gods. I keep licking and sucking until she’s whimpering from the overstimulation.
Sam pulls me to my feet, his eyes dark with desire. “In my rut, mate. I can’t wait.”
I move aside, knowing how that goes and feeling the familiar tug at the base of my cock. This situation has thrown me into a rut as well, and I take a second to wonder if Max is feeling it as well.
Moving around to her back, I turn her head and capture her mouth in a kiss, forcing Lily to taste her climax on my lips as Sam slams into her, still standing in the middle of her bedroom. I drop my hand to her clit, rubbing gentle circles that make her body jerk in pleasure.
“Jack,” she breathes against my mouth. “Oh God…”
“Shit, Lily,” I whisper back, my breath ragged. The way she moans my name sends a thrill through me. She’s trembling between us, every gasp and sigh drawing me deeper into this shared moment.
Sam’s pace quickens, each thrust making her breasts bounce in the most enticing way. I can see the strain on his face, a mixture of love and lust, as he pours everything into making her feel good. I keep my fingers working on her clit, matching Sam’s rhythm as best I can.
Lily’s hands clutch at our arms, her nails digging in just enough to leave marks. “I need you both,” she pleads, eyesflicking between us with a desperate kind of intensity that makes my heart race.
“Then you’ll have us,” I promise her, leaning in for another kiss. It’s slower this time, more tender. I want to remember every detail of this moment.
Her second orgasm builds quickly, her body coiling tighter and tighter until she’s practically vibrating with need. When it hits, it’s like a dam bursting; she cries out loud enough that I’m sure the entire Lake District must hear.
But none of that matters because right now, it’s just us—caught in this beautiful chaos we’ve created together.
