Page 32 of Hangman's Knot
He and Julius both freeze around him, but Luke keeps fucking her at the same steady pace as if he doesn't notice.
"Fuck," Luke continues. "I just thought about biting her and I think it's going to make me cum. You want that baby? You want my cum?"
She wails a little at that, and Tenor doesn't know whether it's because of the way he's fucking her, the thought of him biting her, or the offer of more cum.
"Is your sweet pussy ready for my knot?"
She nods enthusiastically, and Tenor can see her hips pressing back against Luke, clumsily trying to follow his rhythm.
"Good girl," he purrs. Luke grips her hips in a tight hold and presses forward in one slow, forceful thrust. From this angle, Tenor has the perfect view of the way her pussy stretches around the widest part of the knot.
Annnnnd he's fully hard again. Holy fuck, that sight is going to burn into his retinas. With a few more shallow thrusts, Luke fits his knot inside her, and then both of them are cumming.
When Eden's limbs stop violently twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm a few moments later, Julius seems to be the first to reboot after the filthy fucking napalm that Luke had just dropped.
"Dude, what the fuck was that?"
Luke is draped over her back, his hands tracing over her sides and arms as Eden relaxes against the bed beneath her, almost totally obscured beneath the giant bulk of his bear of a pack brother.
"Hmm?" Luke's head barely lifts from where it's resting next to her. "What do you mean?"
"All that shit about mating and biting," Tenor adds, as if it was obvious.
What he can see of Eden freezes beneath Luke as the topic is rehashed. Her head seems to turn, as if listening intently, wanting to know where this is about to go.
Luke's brows furrow in confusion. "It's obvious she's our mate. Look at how you guys are with her. She's ours. I knew it from the moment I got out and saw you guys with her."
When he adjusts Eden to turn on her side so they can look down at her, he thrusts his cock deeper inside her and Tenor sees her eyes flutter shut at the sensation.
"Can you stop fucking making her come for a minute? This is serious," Julius growls.
"Sorry," Luke grumbles, although he doesn't sound sorry at all. "Can't help it."
"Eden," Tenor says softly. She looks up at him, her eyes slightly glazed still with her heat spike and orgasms, but she is able to focus on him and he can tell she's alert and oriented enough to understand what they're saying.
"Do... do you want to be our mate?"
It was awfully strange, he thinks, practically proposing to a woman they had barely known for a week while Luke's cock was still jammed inside her.
On second thought, a proposal wouldn't be as serious as this. Marriages could be annulled or divorced. A mating bite was for life.
He had thought if they did eventually mate someone, they'd ask in some big fancy way with rose petals and wine and a cellist playing an instrumental version of K-Ci & JoJo'sAll My Life,not in a prison bunk with her cunt stuffed full of his pack brother'sdick and dripping with all three of their cum.
Her eyes well up in tears, and he feels dread pool in his stomach. He's about to back track, apologize, pretend they didn't mean it, or say that it was just really fucking weird dirty talk. But she nods her head quickly, and then she's fully crying, with snot and great gasping sobs and everything.
On second thought, maybe they shouldn't have had this conversation while she was on the downswing of a hormonal hurricane.
The one benefit of the hormonal hurricane is that when Luke starts rocking his hips so his knot presses perfectly against her g-spot, she can't cry as hard when she's coming.
Chaper Thirteen
Eden
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She wakes drenched in sweat, her body feeling like it's about to go into heat stroke. It takes her a moment to realize it's not another heat spike, but three full-grown alphas had somehow fallen asleep piled in the tiny prison bunk that barely even fit one of them at the best of times, and she was suffocating under the combined heat of them.
Julius was propped up at the head of the bed, his legs sprawled out in front of him and his head sitting at an odd angle lolled against the wall. She was tucked between his legs, her head pillowed against his thigh with Luke curled up behind her. Tenor looks most likely to fall out of the bed, and she suspects the only reason he hadn't yet was the way he had hooked one leg over her and Luke, his lower body practically on top of the other alpha.
