Page 91 of Knot Your Sugar

"I need you now," I call again, my voice stronger. "All of you." And maybe a fire extinguisher. Just in case.

They're standing in front of me, door open, their scents hitting me in a wave so powerful it draws a whimper from my throat.

They pause at the threshold, their expressions a delightful mix of awe and something akin to 'we've hit the jackpot' as they take in the freshly rebuilt nest. My fortress of fluff, my sanctuary of softness.

Did I go overboard with the materials? Probably. Do I care? Not one bit. I see approval in their eyes, pride even, at what their omega has built.

Their omega.The thought no longer frightens me. In fact, it sends a rather pleasant, possessive thrill right through me.

"Elena," Cole says, his voice deeper than I've ever heard it, like he’s been gargling gravel and pure alpha intention. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes," I whisper, then more firmly, because an omega demanding her alphas shouldn’t sound like she’s ordering a particularly daunting dessert. "Yes. I need all of you."

Unlike when my nesting instincts first kicked in, I can now fully appreciate the view as all three of them shed their clothes: Cole's powerful, broad-shouldered frame, looking like he could wrestle a bear and make it apologize; James's lean, athletic build, promising another round of agility and fun; Dorian's elegant, surprisingly well-muscled form, like a classical statue that hit the gym. My omega gives them a resounding ten out of ten.

"My God," I breathe, reaching for them, my earlier bravado momentarily replaced by sheer, giddy awe.

They settle around me as we enter the nest, and I find myself surrounded: Cole at my back, a warm, solid mountain; James at my front, practically vibrating with playful energy despite our earlier round; Dorian at my side, his calm presence a counterpoint to the inferno within me. Their combined warmth, their mingled scents, their gentle touches on my overheatedskin, it's overwhelming in the best possible way, like being wrapped in the world's most amazing alpha-weighted blanket.

"Tell us what you need," Dorian murmurs against my temple, his voice a silken promise.

"Everything," I whisper, then with a surge of heat-fueled boldness, I meet their eyes. "I need everything. And don't hold back." A mischievous glint appears in James’s eyes, Cole’s jaw tightens, and a slow smirk spreads across Dorian’s face. "Ruin me."

Cole’s grip tightens on my wrist, his touch surprisingly gentle for all its strength. "Eyes on me, Elena," he barks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me, compelling my focus to him as his thumb brushes my lower lip.

Under any other circumstance, an alpha bark would have sent me running the other way. But I find myself surprisingly turned on by it. Maybe too much.

Before I can fully process the thrill of it, James, already settled on the blanket-floor, tugs me forward with a playful growl. My knees hit the padded nest as I straddle him, his cock impressively hard beneath me.

Dorian follows, his broad chest pressing against my back as his own considerable length grinds against my ass. Cole leans in, his breath hot on my cheek, fingers twisting into my hair, not painfully, but with a firm possession that makes my toes curl. "Open," he orders, his bark leaving no room for argument, not that I had any.

I part my lips, and he feeds me his cock, thick and heavy on my tongue. My mind briefly whites out. James yanks me down at the same moment, sheathing himself inside me in one ruthless, perfect thrust. My scream is muffled by Cole’s dick, my body arching under their incredible fullness. This is… a lot. A wonderful, terrifying, amazing lot.

Dorian’s teeth graze my neck, right over my pulse point. "Tell me if it’s too much," he murmurs, a stark contrast to the raw animality of the moment, yet his fingers are already gliding through the slick on my thighs, inching toward my asshole. He curses, low and awed. "Gods, Elena, you’re dripping. And so open… completely ready for us."

James chuckles beneath me, a joyful, possessive sound, as he snaps his hips upward, making me gasp. "Had a feeling you'd beg for all three of us," he teases, his voice strained.

Dorian, ever meticulous, presses into my ass slowly, the glide effortless as he slicks himself with my arousal. I gasp at the exquisite filling, my body welcoming him. "Damn," he groans, buried to the hilt. "It's like you were made for this, Elena. Perfectly made for us."

Cole’s fingers tighten in my hair, forcing me to take him deeper. "Let me hear you choke on me, sweetheart," he grits out, and I obey, gagging helplessly as he hits the back of my throat. The rhythm is brutal, overwhelming, yet somehow perfectly synchronized: James driving into me with powerful thrusts, Dorian’s slow, grinding pace stretching me in the most exquisite way, Cole fucking my mouth like he owns it.Fuck I wouldn't mind if he did. If they all did.

Dorian nips the sensitive skin just below my ear, a pseudo-claiming bite that sends lightning through me. My pussy clenches hard around James, wrenching a guttural groan from him. "That’s it, Elena," James rasps, slamming into me harder, his earlier playfulness replaced by raw need. "Squeeze me just like that."

Pleasure bleaches my vision as Cole pulls back. I gasp, spit trailing from my lips, feeling debauched and surprisingly okay with it. His pupils are blown wide, focused entirely on me. "Sit on my face, Elena. Now." The command is absolute, and my body trembles in response.

Dorian and James withdraw with a groan of reluctance, their hands steadying me as I scramble forward, my limbs feeling like overcooked noodles. Cole lies back, a wicked grin on his face, and my thighs tremble as I straddle his face, his tongue dragging over my clit with devastating accuracy. "That's it baby, bless my face," Cole growls against me, lapping at the flood of slick. "Drown me in it." And I thought he was the quiet one. Oh, how delightfully wrong I was.

James fists my hair, not ungently, dragging my mouth to his cock. "Show me how much you love this, my champion," he taunts, his voice thick with arousal as he thrusts past my lips. Dorian’s growl vibrates against my back as he kneels behind me again, his presence a scorching heat. "Hands on me, princess," Dorian orders, his voice gravel-rough, no trace of his usual polished tones. I blindly obey, reaching back to jerk him. He hisses as my fingers wrap around his thick, velvet length, moving back and forth. "Fuck, Elena, just like that."

The overload is cataclysmic: Cole’s tongue circling my clit with relentless precision, James fucking my throat with a rhythm that leaves me breathless, Dorian pinching my nipples just so as he thrusts his hips into my hand. My moans vibrate around James’s cock, the fingers on my free hand clawing at Cole’s hair, trying to anchor myself in this storm.

"Come, Elena," Cole orders, his voice muffled against me, pulling back just enough to rasp the command before diving back in, sucking harder. James’s thumb brushes my cheek, a moment of tenderness in the beautiful chaos. "Do it, baby. Break for us." Dorian’s palm splays over my stomach, pressing down. "Fuck you’re so good," he grits out, his breath hitching as his cock pulses in my hand. "You're going to finish me before I even knot you."

I shatter.

My scream tears through the room as my orgasm detonates, a supernova of pleasure. Slick gushes over Cole’s face, drenching him, and he groans like a starved man, licking me clean through the spasms. Dorian’s thrusts turn jagged, his knot beginning to swell at his base. James’s cock pulses in my mouth, his own release teetering on the very edge.

Before I can collapse into a boneless puddle of omega, Dorian drags me down on my back, forcing James to slip out of my mouth while Cole quickly repositions himself from beneath me. Dorian quickly settles on top of me while Cole and James loom over on each side of me, guiding their cocks to my lips once more. My head is spinning. Are we playing musical alphas? If so, I'm the only chair.

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