He pulls me toward the floor, and I climb on top of him. The others stay close but don’t intrude upon our moment.
Noah needs this the most. All of us understand that. All of us know. Miles and Ben tried, but even with years of practice, they still can’t keep the peace between these two hot-headed alphas. They can’t, but I can.
I can do anything.
NOAH
Violet is so wet for me, I have no trouble burying myself to the hilt inside her. And just like magic, the warmth of her pussy is enough to soothe the fires of my rage.
So much I’ve kept pent up inside. For so long.
I’ve been so worried about losing my place in this pack that I almost destroyed it for all of us.
But then came Violet, sweet Violet.
Her face is twisted in pleasure as she rides my cock. Her full breasts bounce in time to our quick tempo. How is she so beautiful? So perfect? And how does she make it feel as if I’m worthy? Just as worthy as the others, just as intended to be her mate.
It’s all a fucking lie.
But how magnificent that lie is.
How good it feels.
Violet lets out a deep, guttural moan. “Fuck, Noah. It’s so good,” she whimpers in ecstasy. “I’m so close.”
I’m close too, and I want to come with her. I run my thumb against her clit as she continues to slam down on my cock, faster and faster.
“Violet,” I gasp. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Come with me,” she says, shaking me out of my trance. “Fill me with your big alpha knot. I want it. I want it so bad.”
I drop my hand from her pussy and focus all my energy into finishing—not a strong finish, more like I’m limping to the finish line. My hands move to Violet’s hips as I help her slam into me again and again.
Almost there.
“Noah, I need your knot,” she pants.
I grind her harder, harder. So hard I’m practically fucking the sense out of her.
But still she moans. “Knot me, Noah. Knot me.”
I cry out and release my load. It’s over.
BEN
I practically jizz in my hand watching Violet straddle Noah and ride him to release. The way her body writhes above his, how it knows just what to do to bring them both untold ecstasy.
Now it’s my turn, if she’ll have me.
She was begging for Noah’s knot, but he wouldn’t give it to her. I, however, am all too happy to oblige the lady.
I bend down to claim Violet in a kiss, then press her back against the floor. We can’t officially claim her—can’t mark her as ours—until her first heat, but I will happily practice now so that we’re ready when the time eventually comes.
I drape myself over her, taking care not to enter her yet. First I want to savor the moment, to bask in her cherry-vanilla scent and find out if it’s indicative of her flavor.
My teeth gnash at her neck, not hard enough to break skin but rough enough to hint at what’s to come when the time is right.
“Sweet Violet,” I say, tracing kisses down her body. “How far you’ve come to turn our lives around. To make us better. To complete our little pack.”