Page 182 of Knot Playing Fair 2

SEVENTY-FIVE

Mia

WHEN I WOKE UP THEnext time, I had become six people.

All the barriers had dropped. The new parts of me blended together seamlessly, and I knew as easily as breathing that each of us was experiencing that same coming together. I was now a part of Byron... of Luca... of Nat... of Emiel... of Zalen, just like they were now parts of me.

We were united in one overwhelming need—to join our bodies as closely as our minds. To feel the pleasure from six bodies become one. A single writhing, pulsing mass of ecstasy.

Luca’s lust was mine, and mine was his. The others’ immediate reactions of desire originated from inside myself just as much as from outside.

But I wasso tired.

The arms that had been holding me rearranged me on my back among the nest’s soft cushions as though I was a posable doll. I didn’t have to lift a finger—within moments, Emiel was propped on my right side, suckling on a nipple as his blunt fingers felt their way around my pussy and pushed inside.

Nat mirrored him on my other side. His thumb feathered over my clit for a while, then his fingers dipped in next to Emiel’s to gather my slick. The extra stretch felt amazing, but it wasnothing compared to the electric jolts as he abandoned my pussy in favor of working his way into my ass.

God.

I could feel their fingers sliding past each other, in and out, separated by the thinnest and most sensitive wall of flesh.

I relaxed impossibly further, hot sparks singing along my nerves.

Inside my mind, Luca’s drugged pleasure as Byron and Zalen subjected him to the same treatment twined together with my own body’s reaction. I felt the deep drawing sensation from his nipples as well as mine, and the indescribable feeling of long fingers fucking our passage at the same time a slick fist worked our throbbing cock.

All the different parts of us floated there for what felt like hours—balanced on the cusp of orgasm, but not toppling over because four of our pieces weren’t being touched in the same way.

Our muscles trembled, need growing impossibly sharper until it could no longer be denied. The mouths and fingers withdrew, pulling me back into my own body. I whined, ready to beg for their return—but strong hands were repositioning me again, andoh.

Yes.

This was right. This was what all the pieces of me needed.

I sprawled wantonly over Emiel’s chest, his big cock nudging at my folds until it slipped inside me, filling me so much better than fingers ever could. He spread his tree-trunk thighs, forcing my legs even farther apart so I was totally exposed.

But that wasn’t all. I moaned and bit at Emiel’s collarbone as something warm and slick drizzled between my ass cheeks. Then Nat was there, slotting himself into the space Emiel had made. His body draped over my back, and his hard dick prodded at my rear entrance, pushing past fluttering resistance to slide deep.

Prickles of clammy sweat broke out across my body. A choked moan forced its way out of my throat as Byron knelt behind Nat.

Nat’s cock jumped wildly inside me as Byron took Nat’s ass in one powerful, unforgiving stroke, seizing control of Nat’s hips.

I continued to bite and lick at Emiel’s broad chest, desperate for something to fill my mouth. A slender hand tangled in my sweaty hair and tugged my upper body sideways. I hadn’t seen Zalen kneel at Emiel’s shoulder with Luca straddling his lap. Luca’s back was pressed to Zalen’s front, his omega cock bobbing up as Zalen split him open.

Zalen shuffled them a few inches closer, until Luca could use his grip on my hair to get my mouth on his dick. I groaned in relief as he pressed me down his length. His tip nudged the back of my throat; my nose brushed soft black pubic hair.

And then, we moved.

I was myself, but I was also Emiel—baring my throat as Zalen gathered my crossed wrists together and pressed them down hard above my shaved head. My pack leader’s tight grip was as good as handcuffs, and then it became even better when Luca slapped his free hand over my open mouth, cutting off my moans and growls as sweetly as any gag.

With nothing to worry about and no decisions to make, I let my eyes slip closed and focused on the delicious slide of my aching dick, wrapped inside the silky-hot sheath of an omega’s cunt. A purr rumbled up from my chest, only to be muffled in Luca’s smooth palm.

I was Zalen, flush with the pleasure of giving my pack what it needed most. My huge cock stretched Luca open, his internal muscles twitching and jerking around me, drawing my climax closer and closer from the deepest parts of me. My grip on Emiel’s wrists was strong and sure; I could hold him down eventhough he was larger and stronger than me, because hewantedme to.

I was Byron, watching with satisfaction as the smooth rolls of my hips into Nat’s ass controlled the movement and the pleasure of the three people underneath me. I fucked Nat’s hips into Mia’s ass, each slow thrust moving her on Emiel’s dick and rocking her deeper onto Luca’s cock. This was what I was good at, and I could do it all night. I would fuck my mates until they were begging and sobbing for relief from the pleasure.

And then I would fuck them some more, because they weren’t in control. I was.

Now I was Nat, my breathing coming fast and ragged as pleasure crashed over me from two directions. This fantasy of being sandwiched between Byron and Mia had lived rent-free in my head for months now, and it was even better than I’d imagined.

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