Chapter Seventeen #2
Then she turns to me. “You have proven yourselves worthy mates. You may both knot me,” she murmurs, her voice a sultry whisper that sends a shiver down my spine.
Her hand reaches up to caress my face, her touch soft yet electrifying.
Her fingers glide over the healing wound left by Henry, brushing against the remnants of blood that still cling to my skin as the injury completely closes up, without a trace of ever existing.
With deliberate slowness, she brings her bloodied finger to her lips, slipping it into her mouth.
Her eyes remain locked on mine, wide with hunger, a dark, insatiable desire burning within them as she savors the taste.
The primal urge boiling within me almost sends me into a frenzy at the sight of her like that. The tension between Henry and me doesn’t vanish, but it changes into something that binds us to her. The wildness in me and in him finds a new focus as she stands there, the object of our desire.
Henry’s canines and claws retract as he returns fully to his human form.
I follow suit, our wounds healing swiftly due to our powers, as Leila’s touch intensifies the rut that’s been simmering beneath my skin.
Henry, still completely naked, is as aroused as I am, his hard cock jutting forward, unabashed.
Leila’s hand stretches out to him, her fingers wrapping around his length as she strokes him.
Her other hand remains on my face, and then she leans in, her breath warm against my lips before she captures them in a kiss.
It’s wet and consuming, her mouth easing open as her tongue dances with mine.
Henry lets out a muffled moan, his voice thick with the pleasure that her touch is wringing from him, his body trembling with need.
Leila pulls away from the kiss. Her eyes are dark with desire as she takes my hand, her grip gentle but insistent as she begins to lead me forward.
The world narrows to this moment, to the soft press of her fingers in mine, to the heat of her body so close to mine, and to the bed that lies just ahead.
She moves with purpose. I can feel Henry’s presence close behind, his breaths heavy with the same anticipation, his eyes fixed on her as she leads us both. The air is thick with the scent of her.
We reach the edge of the bed, and she pauses, turning to face us both.
There’s a glint in her eyes, a knowing smile on her lips as she looks at us.
She releases my hand and steps back, savoring the moment and the power she holds over us both.
Then, she begins to lower herself onto the bed, her body a siren’s call that neither of us can resist.
Leila’s hand reaches for me, her fingers deftly working at the fabric of my trousers until she frees my hard, pulsating member.
The relief is immediate, but it’s fleeting, replaced almost instantly by her warm, wet mouth as she takes me in.
The sensation sends a shudder through my body, and I gasp, the sound escaping before I can stop it.
Her mouth works its way up and down, her tongue grazing the sensitive skin in a way that makes my head swim.
Her other hand reaches out for Henry, stroking him with the same care.
She alternates between us, taking us each in her mouth.
Her mouth is hot and wet, each movement of her lips, each flick of her tongue, pushing me closer to the brink.
Henry groans as he reaches out to her, his hands folding around her perfect breasts, squeezing them as though trying to anchor himself to the moment.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Luke. He’s standing there, his eyes fixed on us, on her, his expression one of utter enthrallment. His hand is wrapped around his own cock, stroking himself slowly as he watches Leila.
She stretches out her tongue and gently smacks my stiff cock against it. Her eyes gaze up at me, wide and dark, the look in them almost challenging.
“Knot me, Ryan,” she says.
She lies back on the bed, her eyes half-lidded and filled with a longing.
She beckons me forward with a single finger, and I move to her without a second thought.
She stretches out her legs, and the way she looks at me, beautiful, yearning, sends a thrill down my spine.
I take a breath, holding the moment in the air before I lower myself between her thighs and thrust into her.
The sensation is overwhelming, a wave of intensity that makes my knees tremble. The tight, silky softness that surrounds me, grips me so completely that for a moment, I’m lost. I see the effect it has on her too, the way her eyes roll back.
I start slow, savoring every movement. Each thrust is controlled, and the feeling of her slick warmth grazing against my cock sends jolts of pleasure up my spine.
Luke still stands in the corner, but his restraint has dissolved. His hand moves rigorously over his cock. His eyes are fixed on us with a mix of hunger and awe. Henry moves closer, his hand caressing Leila’s face with a tenderness that’s almost at odds with the primal nature of what we’re doing.
I keep a steady pace, but then Leila’s voice cuts through the haze, a desperate, pleading cry. “Knot me! Please! Knot me!”
Her words are a spark, igniting something wild within me.
I lost whatever composure I had left. My thrusts become urgent, driven by a need that’s beyond reason.
She screams and gasps, her voice a frantic plea as I pound into her.
“Yes! Fuck me! Knot me!” she cries, her words spurring me on, pushing me to the edge.
And then, I’m there, teetering on the precipice before I plunge into an explosion of pleasure.
The release is so powerful it consumes me.
A moan tears from my throat as my knot swells, locking us together.
It’s so intense it leaves me frozen, my breath caught in my chest as I feel every tremor of pleasure that runs through her body.
Leila lies beneath me, her body vibrating with the force of her orgasm, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
The sight sends something coursing through me, something more than the raw ecstasy of the moment.
It is a sight I immediately know that I want to relive over and over, and one I know I will never tire of.