Page 212 of Knot So Lucky
She’s a mess—slick dripping down her thighs, her ass flushed from earlier, body arched in a perfect line that makes me want to paint her blue and gold and call her the world’s fastest car.
I feel my climax building—tight and volcanic, nothing slow about it.
I grit my teeth, brace both feet against the floor, and ride it out, using her mouth for what it’s worth while I lock eyes with Luca, both of us grinning like the devils we are.
But I don’t come yet.
No, I want to see her break first—I want to watch the moment her entire body shudders, want to *know* that it was me and Luca together that did it.
“Such a fucking good girl,” I pant, working her mouth a little rougher, feeling my balls slap against her chin. “Greedy Omega, you like this? Like being used by your Alphas?”
She moans around me—high-pitched, wrecked, so close to the edge she’s barely hanging on.
Luca shifts his grip, wrapping a tattooed arm around Aurora’s waist and hauling her back even harder. The sound ofit—the collision of skin, the slap, the grunts—drives the whole thing off the rails.
She’s gone.
Orgasm hits her like a crash—body shaking, thighs clenching, breath stuttering. The suction on my cock goes wild, desperate, and I can’t stop now, not even if I wanted to.
I let myself go, hips jerking as I shoot down her throat. She swallows every drop, even as some leaks past her lips, pooling at the corner of her mouth. I pull out just enough to watch it gather—white and messy, another trophy for the night.
Luca isn’t far behind. He never is.
He fucks her through it, pace going ragged, then slams in deep and comes with a snarl. He holds there, buried to the hilt, knot swelling until it locks them together. The look on his face is somewhere between agony and ecstasy—jaw slack, eyes blown, hair slick with sweat.
I don’t even try to be gentle—I pull Aurora up by the hair, force her to turn, and tell Luca, “Kiss her.”
He doesn’t hesitate.
He grabs her by the jaw, yanks her head around, and mouths at her with every ounce of animal pride he has left. Their tongues tangle, mixing spit and come and the taste of ruined inhibition. It’s a beautiful, fucked-up mess.
And I love every microsecond of it.
I let them have their moment, then slide my hands under Aurora’s dress, finally freeing her chest. The fabric falls away—blue glitter everywhere, nipples hard and begging for attention. I lean in, bite one, suck hard while my thumb finds her clit and circles it slow.
She nearly sobs, the combination of sensations pushing her right back to the edge.
I grin, voice all confidence and threat.
“Think you can handle both your Alphas at once, Trouble? Think you can let us ruin you?”
She looks at me—eyes streaming tears, cheeks red, but so fucking determined.
“Yeah,” she gasps, voice shredded. “I can—fuck, I want you both?—”
Luca’s still got her by the hair, but his hands shake. He’s as far gone as she is.
I lean in, wipe her lips clean with my thumb.
“You think you can take my cock in your ass, princess?”
She nods, grinning through the exhaustion.
“Hell yes.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, letting satisfaction bleed through every word. “You’re going to ruin us, Trouble, you know that?”
She just smirks—like she planned this all along.
