Page 50 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

“How long?” Jude asks at the same time that Hale growls out, “Who?” I wonder if he realizes he sounds like he’s planning on hunting them down and ripping them apart for touching what’s ours.

Haven’s eyes flutter closed as Tic methodically works her higher. She doesn’t realize it now, but she’s in for a long fucking wait with Tic. He’ll bring her right to the edge then back off, leaving her wanting, repeatedly.

He never loses control, never goes feral with the need to make his partner come. He’s motions are practiced and careful, only ever exactly what he needs to bring them to the edge, until they’re crying, begging for release, and that when he lets them tumble over.

“Who, little mouse?” Hale demands to know.

“An omega at the academy,” she moans out. “Oh, yes, Tic. Right there. Right there. Don’t stop.”

He stops.

She grunts in displeasure.

“So you haven’t fucked an alpha?” the question pops out of me before I can stop it, and Haven looks at me with lust hazed eyes.

“No. No alphas. No knots. Just an omega who felt good but didn’t feelright.” The last word turns into a moan as Tic drops his head and starts working her up again.

Haven misses the way we all eye each other, a silent competition starting up on who’s going to be the one to knot her first. It won’t be me. I know that much, and I fucking hate that. My alpha is salivating at the idea of taking that first.

I fucking want all of her firsts, but I know that’s not going to happen.

“Fuck, Tic.Please.”

The man currently tormenting her clit chuckles. “Such a dirty mouth on you, angel.”

Haven lifts her head and glares down at him. “Is that what it’ll take for you to make me come? You want me to fucking swear? To talk dirty to you, Tic? I thought you would know what you’re doing down there, but apparently-”

She moans when he nips at her inner thigh in warning. “Don’t say something you’ll regret, angel. But good to know you’ve thought about me.”

Her brow wrinkles as she looks up at him. “Of course I have. And I thought you’d have me screaming by now.”

Another warning nip to her thigh as he growls. “Careful.”

Haven rolls her eyes and shrugs. “Of what? You pussyfooting around my pussy? Not giving me what I need?” Her gray eyes move to me. “You wanna give me what I need, Creed? You wanna make me come?”

There’s a loud smacking sound and Haven’s eyes widen as she lets out a pained cry that turns to a moan. Tic slapped her clit. Hard. He draws his palm back and does it again. This time, Haven whines. “Do. Not. Ask. Another. Man. To. Make. You. Come. When. My. Fingers. Are. Inside You.” He bites off each word, punctuating them with a hard thrust of his hand.

“Make me come and I won’t have to,” she bites back.

And just like that, Haven accomplishes something I didn’t think was possible. Tic loses his calm, methodical demeanor. He’s fingers fuck in and out of her at a rapid pace, the noises obscene. “This what you want, omega? You want your alpha to make you come?” He adds a third finger, then a fourth. “You want my whole fucking fist inside you, stretching you, filling you like my knot will?”

Haven’s making senseless noises now. Jude has his cock out, stroking hard and fast in time to Tic’s thrusts. “Oh, yeah, just like that. Fuck her so fucking hard.” It’s not the least bit surprising. Jude’s always enjoyed watching.

What is surprising is that Hale has his out too, the turgid length red and angry looking, his knuckles white as he punishes his dick in hard, fast strokes. “Gonna come all over your tits, omega,” he grits out. “Gonna mark you up, make you smell like mine.”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Jude groans.

My hand moves to grip my dick through my jeans. The need to come, to join in so fucking strong. It only gets worse when Tic reaches between his legs, working his cock in time with his fingers in her body. They’re going to mark her as a pack all together and I’m… not.I won’t.

I grit my teeth and move my hand away from my throbbing dick, watch as Jude demands, “Open that pretty mouth of yours, Haven.” As soon as she does, sticking her tongue out, he explodes all over her face, groaning.

Hale does the same, breathing hard as his hips buck, spilling over the pink tips of her nipples, the soft creamy mounds of her tits. Haven moans, crying out and at the same fucking time, Tic lunges up, spraying his release all over her fucking pussy lips, painting her in sticky white.

Claimed.

That’s what she looks like, lying there, panting, covered in their cum, smelling like our pack, like everyone but me. Haven smells like ours, looks like ours. That’s only solidified when Hale swipes a finger over her lips and cheeks, then through his cum on her chest, and finally, gathering up Tic’s from between her legs.

“Keep those thighs spread nice and wide for me, mouse,” he murmurs, before using his fingers to fuck their cum inside her. “Such a good omega for us,” he coos. “Such a pretty filthy little omega, letting us make you come like a whore in the middle of the park.”

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