Page 209 of Knot So Lucky
Finally, I pull back—face wet, mouth aching, but so fucking proud of the mess I’ve made.
I stand—knees shaky, self-control in ruins—and unbuckle my belt. My cock is so hard it hurts, leaking and angry and red at the tip.
Cale strokes Aurora’s hair, soothing her down from the high, but his eyes are on me, sharp and triumphant.
“Ready for your next punishment, Trouble?” he teases.
Aurora barely manages a nod, shifting to her knees with slow, deliberate grace. Her glitter-smeared face is flushed, lips swollen, eyes locked on my cock like it’s the only thing she wants.
She opens her mouth—wide, greedy, tongue out.
I don’t tease.
I feed it to her—inch by inch, watching her lips stretch, feeling every muscle in my body go rigid as she takes more and more of me.
The heat, the pressure, the look on her face when she gags a little then powers through—it’s enough to make my vision go black at the edges.
Cale holds her shoulders gently, steadying her, but also keeping her right where we want her.
“That’s it,” he encourages, voice gone hoarse. “Take all of him. Show Luca how good you are—show him how much you love being used.”
Aurora moans around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me.
I grip her hair, not hard, just enough to control the rhythm.
Start slow, savoring every inch. She sucks me in, tongue lapping at the head, then deeper, until the wet sound of it fills the room.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this—utterly undone, yet still in control, still knowing exactly how to drive the two of us insane with every flicker of her mouth.
I can’t speak.
Can barely breathe.
Every instinct—all the control I’ve spent a lifetime building—fractures as I watch her swallow me down. Every time I hit the back of her throat, she moans like it’s a gift.
Cale runs his fingers down her spine, praise and encouragement, eyes never leaving mine.
“You miss this, don’t you, Thorne?” he taunts quietly. “Miss having an Omega on her knees for you, desperate for your cock.”
I want to deny it—want to growl that I’m always in control, always above this kind of animal need—but the truth is painted all over my face, all over my body.
I’ve missed this. The violence of it.
The surrender.
The way Aurora can bring me to my knees even when she’s the one kneeling.
She goes faster—hungry now, messy, spit and slick everywhere.
I lose it—cursing, hips bucking, letting the rhythm take over until she’s choking on me, eyes brimming with tears but so fucking proud to take everything I give.
I’m almost there—right at the edge, every nerve ending screaming.I want to hold out, want to see how far she’ll go, but she beats me to it, nails digging into my thighs, suction so intense I see stars.
I come undone—groaning, hips jerking, filling her mouth with heat and want and months of craving. She swallows every drop, never breaking eye contact, glorying in the mess she’s made of me.
When I finally pull out, she licks her lips, grinning up at me like she’s just won the goddamn Monaco Grand Prix.
“Good girl,” Cale says, voice velvet and steel. “That’s what happens when you’re too naughty. One of your Alphas has to fuck your mouth until you remember who owns you.”
