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I don’t think. Can’t think. My hand flies off Archer’s head and whips Declan across the face.
His head snaps to the side. When he turns back, his eyes flash and darken, the pupils blooming. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses, working both cocks faster. “Hit me again.”
I obey instantly, striking his other cheek. He roars, all fury and pleasure. His chest heaves while he teases his knot with expert squeezes.
Beneath me, Archer moans. I glance down and see Declan’s fingertips massaging the swollen mass at the base of his huge cock, too. They close back into a fist a second later, tugging hard and fast as more slick drips down into our mess.
Archer’s hands glide inward slightly, his hold shifting until the tips of his fingers are at my entrance. He presses two into my squelching heat and pulls my whole clit into his mouth at the same moment.
All of the tension pulling at my center releases. I scream, grinding into his face. The sound sets him off. A thick slash of cum hits the bottom of my ass.
“That’s right,” Declan pants. “Come.”
It takes me a moment to realize he’s talking to both of us. His fingers tighten on Archer’s shaft as it jerks in release. “Come all over her, Arch. Fuck.”
Declan erupts. With both hands full, he has no choice but to paint the front of his tank top, shooting thick white ropes all over the Ospreys’ old team logo.
While Declan slides his hand out of his packmate’s lap, Archer licks the last tremors of my orgasm from my body and bands his arms around my hips, hugging me while he buries his face against my belly. Shaking.
Declan reaches behind himself to yank his shirt over his head, cleaning his hands and his cock with it. When he’s done, I silently hold out my hand.
With my haze burning off, I remember he doesn’t like me. Not at all. I’m half-expecting him to fling his shirt in the opposite direction just to spite me.
Our eyes meet, his pure blue fire. I don’t know what he sees in mine, but his expression softens slightly. “Here,” he murmurs, and reaches over to quickly wipe me down, too.
It isn’t sweet or romantic, but at least he’s thorough and not too rough. Not rough at all, actually.
When he’s finished, I let myself collapse into Archer’s lap. He catches me, cradling me close, purring before I’ve even set my cheek over his chest.
Declan watches us, his face more open than I’ve ever seen it. When Archer’s gaze flits over to his packmate, Declan acknowledges the glance with his signature smirk.
“Guess you owe me,” he shrugs. Archer laughs, the sound startled but relieved.
Theo twists in his seat, looking from Declan to Archer. “You two fuckers are so having my car detailed.”
chapter
thirty-six
*Ash Pack Group Text*
Theo changed the group chat name to Meg’s Knot Collection
Declan
Classy.
Theo
I know, right? I was going to go for Meg’s Bag of Dicks, but I thought this sounded better. Also for your consideration: Meg’s Knot-heads and Meg’s Bitches.
Declan
Was “Meg’s Pathetic Simps” taken or something?
Archer
All are accurate. Though, Knot Collection has a certain gravitas.
