Page 44 of Take All of Me

If someone hands me a pillow instead of a knot, I’m going to fucking riot.

“Knot first,” I mumble again, the haze swallowing me, words slurring as I stumble forward, Roman’s arm around me, Holt opening the door to—wherever we are, a cabin, a house, I don’t care. The pain’s worse now that I’m standing, Roman not stripping me of my pants quick enough, a flood of slick and cum making my pants splat to the floor.

It’s a whole mess that I wasn’t prepared for but now that we’re finally here, I’m not waiting any longer. I get Roman beneath me within seconds, using the surprise to my advantage, glad that he didn’t do up his pants again. I rip them down his thighs just enough to get to his cock before straddling his thighs and sinking down on his length.

“Sweet Jesus,” I cry out, falling to his chest with the momentary relief Roman being inside of me gives.

He gives me a few moments to adjust to his size before flipping us, my back hitting the floor, cool against my fevered skin. He pounds into me, each thrust deep and brutal, the pressure I’ve been craving, the pain in my gut easing, replaced by pleasure. I reach between us, jerking my cock in fast, sloppy movements that has me coming all over again, covering his shirt and my chest.

A cry tears from my throat as I shake, vision blurring from the force of my orgasm. Roman’s still going, his knot swelling as hepushes it inside, a stretch so tight I gasp, pleasure-pain spiking through me. “Oh my god, fuck yes, thank fuck,” I mumble, the cramp immediately easing away as I flatten against the tiled floor. I’m so fucking full, my hole still trying to milk his knot as he floods me with his release.

I’m not sure I want another heat. This is fucking ridiculous, my cock already hardening again, need coursing through me even as Roman is still knotting me.

He cups my face in his hands, pressing soft kisses to my lips. “We’re gonna take good care of you. Gonna make you feel real good, Kota.”

Holt steps inside, a horde of pillows and blankets in his arms, his mahogany scent wrapping around. “I was sure Roman was gonna go into rut the first time.”

Roman gives us a sheepish smile, slowly rolling us onto our side so that he’s not still hovering over me. “I did,” he admits, and I blink, hazy, confused, my heat-addled brain struggling to keep up with that.

“Eh?” I say, and Holt echoes it, his brow quirking, both of us staring at Roman, his face flushed almost as red as mine.

“Oh, you werebad,” I grin, the realization hitting me all at once. “You knotted Maya, didn’t you? That’s why you were petting her today.” My words are slurred, but there’s warmth in it. Knotting Maya means she opening more to us, letting us in and Roman’s discovering who he is as an Alpha, little by little. If she’s still coming, then he didn’t scare her off.

Roman’s eyes soften, his hand stilling on my cheek. “It wasn’t on purpose and no, I didn’t hurt her. Scared her a bit, but Brogan was there.”

Holt grins, shaking his head as he moves farther into the cabin. “I’m gonna set these up in the living room and let’s not knot anyone else in the fucking foyer, yeah?”

We break out into laughter as I curl into Roman’s chest, his pheromones pulling me under. “Maya’s coming, right?”

“Yeah, babe, she is. Will be here before you know it.”

That’s all I need before I pass out with Roman holding me against him.

Maya

The cabin door creaks open and I’m hit with a wall of scents setting my skin ablaze, my body hot, bothered, and instantly aching. Brogan’s groan snaps me back into focus as he reaches down to adjust himself, his rain scent spiking as he mutters, “Lots of cold showers.”

I twist back, grinning, and kiss his cheek, teasing him. “I think I can help with that.” I dip my gaze to the growing bulge in his pants, Brogan swatting my ass in a playful warning. My grin changes to mild shock as we step deeper inside, a shirtless Dakota grumbling and stalking around with an armful of pillows and blankets, his heat in full swing.

Roman’s sprawled on the couch, a lazy smile curving his lips, his citrus scent still carrying that rut-spiked edge from the weekend. Holt emerges from the kitchen and crosses to me,kissing me firm on the lips, only helping to spark the growing heat in my belly. He pulls back, his eyes dancing. “I heard someone got knotted over the weekend.”

“It just happened,” I mumble, cheeks burning as Holt leans closer, his breath warm on my ear.

“I wish I could’ve seen it,” he murmurs, “you stretched around his knot, whispering his name, asking for more.”

Roman saves me as he swoops me up, his kiss softer but no less hungry, his purr humming as pulls me toward the couch and sets me on his lap. They’re all so goddamn attentive as Dakota’s just bumbling about like a frantic giant that smells like a flower shop. “How’s Dakota?”

Brogan plops down beside me, Roman running a hand down my back. “He’s in deep nesting mode right now. I knotted him when he came in but then this happened. Already stole our shirts, so don’t worry if…” He trails off as Dakota stalks back in, eyes wild, and before I can blink, he’s tugging my shirt off. I wrap my hands around my chest, my bra still there, the brisk air of the cabin rushing over my shoulders.

Dakota disappears into the bedroom, my shirt clutched tight in his hands.

“That’s lovely.” I chuckle before meeting my men’s gazing. They’re all staring, desire crackling in the air. My skin prickles beneath their attention as I shift awkwardly on Roman’s nap. “Let me just go grab another shirt,” I say, starting to stand.

Holt shakes his head. “Don’t bother. He’ll steal that too. I give it an hour before he starts dragging us in there.”

I fall back into Roman’s lap, letting him tug me against his chest. “What should I be expecting?”

Holt sits across from us, his gaze darting to Dakota before falling back on us. “Honestly? No fucking clue. Late-presenting designations can be wildly different than all the cuddly little Omegas. The only thing I know is he’ll be very demanding.” Henods at the kitchen. “I brought packaged foods we can figure out when we’re not wildly out of our minds. Brogan, Maya, there’s a guest bedroom at the end of the hall.”

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