Page 207 of Knot So Lucky
It’s hot. So fucking hot I might pass out.
And Aurora? She’s not just watching—she’s trembling.Her thighs are slick; I smell it, Omega pheromones hitting so hard it’s almost visible in the haze of the chill room. Her eyes go wild, mouth open, breathing so fast I think she might combust.
I finally break from Cale’s mouth, both of us panting, lips wrecked, and for a second we just stare each other down, daring the other to say what’s next.
But Aurora’s done waiting.
She crashes into me—kissing me so hard my head snaps back, her hands fisting in my shirt, tongue shoving inside like she owns me. It’s a mess—hot, desperate, wet. No technique, no restraint, just pure animal need.
I want to eat her alive.
She turns to Cale next. He doesn’t even give her a second—just grabs her jaw and starts in, more controlled, less wild but no less intense. Their mouths meet over and over, making filthy wet sounds that would get us kicked out of three-quarters of the clubs in the city.
Cale finally pulls away, breathless, eyes half-lidded and focused only on her.
“You’re being far too naughty,” he says, tone gone dangerous. “What are you gonna do about it, Trouble? Make us lose our minds in here and hope nobody walks in, or you want to see how fast we can make you scream?”
Aurora grins, biting her lip, glitter smeared across her cheek.
“What if I want to be punished?” she purrs.
Cale’s eyes go molten gold—no humanity left, just Alpha, just hunger.
“You would, wouldn’t you? Princess wants to see how far she can push her Alphas before one of us snaps.”
She doesn’t even try to deny it.
“Come here,” Cale orders, patting his lap, voice so low it barely clears the fog in the room. “Get over my knee. Think it’s time we show you what happens when you’re too much.”
He glances at me—challenge clear in every line of his body.
“Maybe having Luca punish you is going to be a good sight to witness.”
Aurora licks her lips, eyes locked on both of us.
She rises—slow, deliberate, hips rolling like she wants to make us beg for it.
She sprawls across Cale’s lap, blue-glitter dress riding up high enough to expose everything, and smirks over her shoulder.
It’s not the first time I’ve been dared into something insane in the dark, but it’s the first time I *want* to lose.
And that’s the real danger.
I want to lose.
I want her to break me.
I want to see what happens when the brakes snap and all bets are off.
Cale’s hand finds her ass, squeezing, and the impact is a sharp, echoing slap.
Aurora moans—deep, shuddering, ready for more.
The next second he slaps her—sharp enough the sound cracks through the chill room like a starter pistol.
Aurora yelps.
Not the cute, flirty kind—the guttural, desperate kind. Her thighs flex, muscle clenching under skin, and she shoves her hips back for more.
