Page 214 of Knot So Lucky
I flop backward onto the couch, thighs spread, cock slicked and ready. I pat my lap, daring Aurora to take a seat.
She crawls over—slow, unsteady, but determined.She straddles me, backwards, ass hovering right above my cock, and I guide the head to her entrance—pressing, not forcing, letting her own body decide how fast to take it.
The stretch is unreal.
Even with the prep, she’s so tight it’s a fight just to get the first inch in.
She grits her teeth, hands braced behind her on my chest, sweat running down her temples.
I feed it to her slowly—inches, not centimeters, letting her breathe, letting her body surrender in slow-motion agony. Every time she drops a little lower, I rub her clit, circle her nipples, distract her with pleasure until she begs for more.
It takes forever, but I want it to.
When she finally bottoms out—ass pressed to my lap, cock buried to the hilt—I let out a sigh that’s half satisfaction, half disbelief.
“Goddamn, you feel fucking amazing,” I growl. “Sweetest, tightest ass I’ve ever had. You were made for this, Omega. Made to be split open by your Alphas.”
She nearly cries—hips shaking, mouth open, body in shock. But the pride is obvious—she wants to be Number One, no matter what the game.
I lean in, lips to her ear.
“Lift up, Trouble. Rest your heels on my thighs—show Luca what he’s dying to get back in.”
She does, legs spread so wide her whole slicked-up pussy is on full display.
Luca drinks in the sight—eyes blown, hand on his cock, pumping slowly in anticipation.
He slides in, slow and deliberate—lining up with her entrance, gathering some of her slick on his fingers and using it to lube himself further. Then he presses in—inch by inch, a perfect, agonizing stretch that makes all three of us moan out loud.
The feeling is fucking unreal.
She’s stretched to the point of breaking—my cock up her ass, Luca’s pounding her pussy, every nerve ending fused in a chain reaction that lights up the whole universe.
At first, it’s slow.
We move in counterpoint—me pulling out while Luca thrusts in, then vice versa, creating this insane sensation of fullness and release, fullness and release, over and over.
She rides it, body uncontrollable, hips bucking in time with the rhythm. Every time I slam into her from below, she clenches down, milking my length and dragging me right back to the brink. Luca’s hands circle her waist, hauling her down onto his cock with brutal force, making sure every thrust is a direct hit.
God, the way she takes it—the way she wants it—is enough to make me lose my fucking mind.
But I’m not letting her off easy.
I grab her tits, pinching the nipples hard, rolling them between my fingers while my other hand works her clit. She screams, then bites her own knuckle to muffle the sound, but I don’t care who hears.
I want the world to know what it means to be ours.
“You’re a champ, Trouble,” I grunt. “Best Omega to ever hit the circuit. Nobody…nobody…can do what you’re doing right now. You love it, don’t you? Love having both your Alphas ruin you at once?”
She can’t even answer.
Just moans, high and helpless, caught on the edge of too much and not enough.
I rock into her harder. Luca matches me stroke for stroke.
The couch creaks, pillows slide off onto the sticky floor, and still we don’t slow down.
The build is monstrous—longer, hotter, more savage than any race I’ve ever run.
