Page 57 of Knotted By the Demon

“Demon,” I began, hesitating only for a second before the words tumbled out. “Have you... are you a virgin?”

The question hung in the air, the weight of it pressing down on all of us. Demon’s eyes snapped shut, his hands curling into fists against the restraints as his chest heaved.

His lips parted, and after a long pause, he said, “There’s never been anyone... I felt safe... with. Also... I’m... a big man. I don’t want to... hurt anyone.”

A strangled whimper escaped Greek, and when I turned to look at him, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes fixed on Demon’s cock. He looked ravenous, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stared, unable to tear his gaze away. Demon’s confession had aroused our omega further. Our little omega wanted to be our alpha’s first.

I would make sure that happened. I tightened my grip on Greek’s cock, his slick making my hand glide effortlessly over his length. His hips bucked into my touch, and I felt his cock twitch in my palm.

“Greek,” I whispered, and he looked at me, his expression open, raw. “Our alpha is very big. The biggest I’ve seen. Is he the biggest you’ve seen, omega?”

Greek whimpered and nodded. The sound and admission caused Demon’s hips to jerk, more precum spilling forth, perfuming the room. Demon fucked the air, straining against his cuffs. If I didn’t get filled with cock soon, I feared my pussy would detach itself from me and go hunt for wild cock on her own. I swallowed, fighting for control. I was a beta, damn it. I didn’t lose control in situations like these. So, why the hell did I feel close to snapping?

Swallowing, I continued, “Greek, do you think you can handle all of Demon? Every hard inch?”

Demon closed his eyes like he was afraid to know the answer. Greek, on the other hand, throbbed against my palm, slick coating my fingers as he nodded, fucking my hand.

“Good,” I murmured, eyes straying to our virgin alpha. “I believe I can handle it, too.”

Upon hearing that, Demon's hips bucked, causing the bed to rock. Lust clawed at me, intense and unrelenting, but I forced myself to focus. We needed to think ahead and plan. Hours of fucking were going to wear all of us down.

Demon’s rut wasn’t going to be satisfied with a quick tumble. We would need things nearby to keep our energy and stamina up during the entire rut. Water, food, towels. Maybe pain pills because I was pretty sure Demon’s beast of a cock was going to leave us sore. I felt sorry and jealous of Greek’s ass. That knot was going to stretch him beautifully.

"I don’t want to hurt either of you," Demon ground out, his voice raw and strained.

"You won't," I said. "We trust you, big guy. And we’re not leaving you to go through this alone. Come with me, Greek,” I said, tugging on his arm.

He whimpered, his wide, pleading eyes fixed on Demon. His body screamed reluctance, slick still dripping down his thighs as he trembled. It took every ounce of willpower not to shove him onto the bed and watch him have his way with our alpha. But I knew better. We needed to prepare if we were going to make it through this.

“We’ll be down here with him for a while,” I said firmly, gripping Greek’s wrist a little tighter. “We’ll need water, food, and... I don’t even know what else yet.”

A guttural growl came from Demon. I looked in his direction. The clarity and focus that had been in his eyes moments ago was gone. His pupils were blown, the corner of his mouth curled in a snarl that made him look ferociously sexy. He leaned toward us,straining his entire body as if he could actually break free and get to us. For a second, I wondered if he could.

“Need you,” he growled, the words ragged, broken. “Need you both. Mine. All mine.”

I shivered, his voice tugging at the fire in my belly, but I pulled Greek back before he could stumble into Demon’s lap.

“Yes, alpha, we are yours,” I told him softly, ready to surrender all to this man. “And you’ll have us. Soon. We just need to get ready first.”

Demon’s piercing blue gaze raked over us, raw and hungry, his pupils blown wide with need. I could see the effort it took for him to hold himself back, the tension rippling through his restrained body. The sight almost broke me, but I gritted my teeth and turned toward the stairs.

“Come on, Greek,” I said again, pulling him with me.

Greek groaned, stumbling as he reluctantly followed. His arousal was obvious, his cock glistening as he moved. The smell of him mingled with Demon’s intoxicating rut scent. Both were clouding my thoughts. It would have been easy, too easy, to just turn back. To let instinct take over.

But I dragged us both up the stairs, ignoring the ache low in my belly. The door to the basement creaked as we opened it, and the cool air of the main floor felt almost jarring against my overheated skin. Greek sagged against me when we reached the kitchen, where the rut haze was less intense.

“Sofia,” he murmured, sounding tortured. “How can anyone smell that damn good and look that sexy? If you hadn’t pulled me away...” He paused and closed his eyes.

He didn’t have to say more. I already knew the answer.

“Help me,” I told him, brushing sweaty strands of hair from his face. “I know you need him, and he needs you too. We’ll go right back down as soon as we get what we need. Just help me grab a few things.”

His lips parted like he was going to argue, but then he nodded, shaky but willing. Together, we grabbed bottles of water and Gatorade from the fridge, their coolness almost biting against my overheated palms.

I shoved them into a bag I found on the counter, along with a few snacks: plain crackers, cheese crackers, protein bars, a jar of peanut butter, anything that wouldn’t require much effort to eat. I grabbed a few spoons out of the drawer for smearing peanut butter onto crackers. Then I spotted a loaf of bread and grabbed that also. Peanut butter sandwiches would work, too.

“I found this,” Greek told me, holding up a box of beef jerky.

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