Knotted By The Devilish Alpha Brothers

Chapter 133: Chapter 133: a moment

Enzo never slowed.

He kept driving into her through every spasm, voice rough with praise against her ear.

”That’s it—fuck, you’re doing so well. Taking me so perfectly. Such a good girl.”

He didn’t stop until the worst of her trembling finally eased and her body went soft and pliant against him. Only then did he slowly pull out. The sudden emptiness made Amelia squirm, a soft, oversensitive sound slipping from her throat as she felt every inch leave her.

They both lay there catching their breath. Enzo’s chest rose and fell hard; one hand stayed wrapped around his still-hard length, holding himself.

Amelia managed to turn onto her side, facing him. Her voice was hoarse but warm.

”That was... amazing.”

Her gaze dropped. He was still fully hard, glistening, the head flushed dark. She reached out without thinking.

”Do you want me to help with that?”

Enzo’s eyes flicked to her face. ”You’re already exhausted. It’s fine.”

She ignored the protest. Her fingers closed around him, still slick from her, and began a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip.

”I want to feel you cum all over me,” she murmured. ”Want to watch your face while I milk every drop out of this thick cock.”

Enzo went completely silent. His hips jerked once, then started moving in shallow thrusts into her fist, chasing the rhythm she set. Amelia watched every shift in his expression—the way his jaw tightened, the way his eyes darkened—and felt a fresh pulse of satisfaction low in her stomach.

She kept stroking, adding a gentle squeeze to his balls. His cock throbbed harder in her grip.

”Fuck... your hand feels so good on me,” he groaned, voice strained. ”So soft and tight—just like that—”

She tightened her fist and sped up, using the mix of her own wetness and the precum already leaking from him as lube. The slide turned slicker, filthier. Her breathing was still heavy; every so often a soft whimper escaped her from the lingering soreness between her legs, but she didn’t stop.

”Keep going,” Enzo breathed, hips twitching up into her hand. ”Don’t stop—please—”

”You feel so hard,” she whispered against his skin, voice rough from earlier moaning. ”Still this thick after everything you just did to me...”

Amelia twisted her wrist on every upward stroke, focusing on the sensitive head, thumb sweeping over the slit. His cock jerked in her grip. Her hand grew messier, stickier, the wet, filthy sounds of the handjob filling the quiet room.

”Fuck—just like that,” Enzo groaned. ”Your hand feels too good—”

Despite the exhaustion weighing down her limbs, her strokes turned faster, more desperate. She leaned in and pressed open-mouthed kisses along his neck and the hard planes of his chest, never breaking the rhythm. Her own hips gave weak, involuntary twitches from the aftershocks still flickering through her.

”You’re leaking all over my fingers,” she murmured between kisses, almost in wonder. ”I can feel you throbbing...”

”I’m so close,” he warned, voice cracking. ”Amelia—don’t stop—”

His cock pulsed hard in her exhausted hand. Amelia didn’t ease up. She stroked him straight through the orgasm, milking every thick rope of cum onto her stomach, her breasts, and her own fingers. She kept going until he was completely spent, only then slowing her strokes and gently squeezing out the last few drops.

She was breathing hard, clearly worn out, but a small, satisfied smile curved her lips. Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her cum-covered hand to her mouth and slowly licked some of it clean.

Enzo let out a low, rough breath, still watching her.

”I’m completely drained.”

Amelia shifted closer and settled against his chest, cheek resting over his heartbeat.

”That’s expected.”

A quiet smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. His fingers drifted through her hair.

”Was your first time... alright?”

She huffed a soft, almost disbelieving sound against his skin.

”Are you kidding? It was way more than I imagined.”

Exhaustion was already pulling at her limbs, heavy and insistent. Her voice came out quieter, half-muffled against him.

”Make sure you leave before the alarm rings.”

”I will.”

Amelia’s eyes closed. Within moments her breathing evened out into sleep.

Enzo bent and pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head. He stayed still for a while, one arm loosely around her, staring at the ceiling as his own thoughts began to drift.

Even though he had long believed he had already reached the peak of the strength and abilities he possessed, a restless need for more still lived under his skin. The memory of meeting Zelda surfaced unbidden.

Something about her had left a cold certainty in him—if she ever truly fought them, even with his brothers at his side, he was not sure they would have been the ones walking away victorious.

His mind turned to Amelia’s newly revealed ability—the power to awaken dormant gifted abilities in others. A quiet question settled in him.

Do we have any of our own?

He and his brothers had never shown signs of anything beyond their already formidable alpha strength. Yet the possibility lingered, unanswered.

The thought followed him as his eyes finally closed and sleep claimed him as well.

***

Something shifted.

It began like the soft click of a projector starting—images blooming behind closed eyelids, as if both of them were watching the same film unfold in perfect synchrony.

A different lifetime.

A high-school corridor flooded with afternoon light.

Amelia stood in front of her locker, backpack half-zipped, eyes drawn—again—to the far end of the hallway. Enzo, Reid, and Dean walked side by side, the natural center of every gaze that followed them. Even then they had been the undisputed kings of the prodigies: top of every ranking, effortless in strength, appearance, and presence. Girls lingered near them like satellites. Boys either deferred or competed and lost.

Amelia was none of those things. Just an ordinary student with an ordinary face and an ordinary life... except for the quiet, impossible crush she carried for all three of them at once.