Chapter 95: Chapter 95

Lucas.

"Oh... that's a good girl," I murmur, watching as she beams at me with satisfaction.

“I believe it's my turn now...” Knox calls out from behind her, and we all turn to look at him.

“What?! You've all had your chances!”

I scoff, shaking my head, but glance at Elorai. “You think you still have it in you to go one more time?” I ask.

She seems to contemplate it for a moment but slowly nods her head.

I glance at Knox, who's already moved behind her. “She's all yours.”

I slip out of the bed, but not before pressing a kiss to Elorai's forehead, murmuring a silent thank you only she can hear.

Knox pulls her closer to him, pressing her back down so her spine is properly arched. Then he teases her slick folds open before lining himself up at her entrance and easing his way in with a grunt.

Elorai moans, her head falling forward as Knox buries himself to the hilt, his grunts syncing with her moans.

He starts thrusting into her, slowly at first, building up the pace while she gasps and moans, fisting the sheets, eyes blown wide with pleasure.

“It doesn't matter how many times we take you, you're always tight and fucking irresistible.”

Knox groans, his grip on her waist tightening as he begins hammering into her, thrusting deeper and faster, the bed creaking at the force of his thrusts.

Elorai moans, the sound high-pitched, her body glistening with sweat, mouth open.

“Oh gods... It feels so good!” she cries out, her voice a broken murmur.

“Sure it does, and look at you taking all of it like the good girl you are.”

Her eyes flutter closed, her body bouncing as Knox rams into her, chasing his release as much as he does hers, the wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room.

“Yesssss,” she cries in a long, drawn-out hiss as fresh wetness floods around him.

Her moans rise, hips pushing back to meet his, her body quivering with every impact. She clutches the sheets like she might tear them apart.

He reaches around with a free hand, resting it on her stomach, then sliding it between her thighs, finding her clit and stroking it in a slow back and forth that draws a hoarse scream from her.

“Oh gods... Oh... Too much! I can't!”

“You will. I know you're close. Come for me, Lo. I want to feel you squeezing around my cock,” Knox snarls, speeding up his ministrations.

She bucks and arches beneath him, her body shaking as waves of pleasure roll over her.

Knox orgasms with a grunt, pumping her with his seed while she shudders and squirms, overwhelmed with aftershocks.

“That's it... You did amazing,” Knox murmurs in low praise, his hands soothing her body.

She collapses onto the bed, completely spent of strength.

“Tired…” she mumbles, barely audible. “Sleepy…”

“You need it.”

It does not take long. Her breathing slows, deepens, and steadies.

He pulls out of her, and I catch the image of semen seeping out of her core before Knox covers her with a blanket while she sleeps.

In the quiet of the room, we turn to stare at each other, a silent message passing between us. Right here in this room, we're aware that something has changed between us.

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Elorai

I wake up with a start, my body feeling like it's been submerged in a pool of water.

It's dark in the room, and when I look around, I realize I'm lying on the bed, the alphas sleeping around me.

My body feels clean instead of the stickiness I've come to expect, and I have a shirt already put on me.

It stuns me how the alphas still care for me even when I'm unconscious, and I feel a dangerous flutter in my chest.

For a while, I just lie there, listening to the sounds of their steady breathing, my mind replaying memories of what just happened not so long ago.

A tiny smile blooms on my lips, my heart fluttering at the memory.

My gaze remains on the ceiling as I intertwine my hands together, lost in thought.

Last night has been incredible without the fog of the heat clouding everything. Sure, heat sex is vastly different from last night, but it isn't as terrible as I feared it would be.

I wish I could experience it again.

“You're awake...” a voice groans in the dark, startling me.

I turn in its direction and find Lucas staring at me, his eyes glimmering in the dark.

Propping himself up on his elbow, he continues to watch me, his gaze assessing.

“Penny for your thoughts... What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing...” I answer, but my cheeks warm.

He raises a brow, not believing me in the slightest.

“I was just thinking about how splendid last night was...” I admit softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Really?” he asks, and I nod.

He scoots closer, his warm breath tickling the skin on my shoulders.

“Do you want to experience it again?”

He groans, his voice thick with desire.

My eyes widen, my breath catching in my throat. I should say no. I mean, that's the logical thing to do.

But my body has already awakened, eager for another taste.

I nod, and I see the faintest outline of a smirk on his lips before he leans in and kisses me.

The kiss is soft and gentle, stealing my breath.

His tongue darts into my mouth, tasting me, one strong arm roaming around my body and pulling me closer to him.

A sigh escapes my lips, but even that is swallowed by the kiss.

Somewhere between the kiss, the air explodes between us and he turns ravenous, sucking on my lower lip, pulling me flush against him.

My hands wrap around his neck while our tongues dance, beautiful in their intensity.

He soon pulls back to watch me, his eyes dark with desire and a dozen different emotions.

I am breathless, dizzy with need.

“You're so beautiful...” he murmurs, and my entire body lights up at his words.

His gaze still fixed on me, he slips a hand beneath the loose shirt I have worn, his huge hands palming my breasts.

I moan, shuddering as he kneads and fondles them with his strong hands, my spine arching upward, bringing my face closer to his.

He lets out a low grunt of approval before pulling the clothes off my body, latching onto a perked nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh...” I moan, clasping my hands over my mouth to stifle my moans.

He alternates between both peaks, sucking and kneading them as I moan and writhe, liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

“Lucas...” I whisper, my breathing ragged, my body vibrating with need.