Page 76 of The Knotty Omega

I snort. “Titus. I told you I would cause you bodily harm. I think we’re even.”

Titus chuckles, before lifting my chin to press a kiss to my lips. “We can still play next to each other though, right?”

“Sure,” I grin up at him, “or…”

“Or?” He raises a brow.

“We can see how many ogres you can kill with your dick in my mouth.”

Both Titus and Ollie groan.

“As much as I would love to watch that, it’ll have to be another time, Tink. Mattie made lasagna. Something about carb-loading to prepare for your heat.”

But I’m already on my knees in front of Titus, trying to slide his sweatpants down. “Angel, hold on—” his hand goes to stroke my cheek, and I ignore him as I try to pull out his glorious cock.

“Shit, she’s hot,” Titus says, but I’m not paying attention to him. His knot is hot and throbbing and holy shit I need that inside of me now. Mouth, pussy, ass, I don’t really care as long as I feel it stretching me wide.

A cramp hits me and I whine, nearly doubling over. “Fuck. It’s starting,” Ollie mutters, running for the door and shouting, “Take the lasagna to go and call the babysitter for our cat-son! Her heat’s here!”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

So, Tink’s heat has officially arrived, and it is fucking glorious. I’ve got a good view from my spot in the nest, sitting with my back propped up on the headboard. The sight of her naked body, glistening with sweat as she writhes in the nest, begging for our cocks, knots, and bites makes me harder than I thought possible. I haven’t played with her with any of the others yet, but it looks like we’re jumping head first into the whole group sex thing. As a man one hundred percent into women, well, one woman, even I can appreciate the beautiful sight of Archie laving at Tink's clit and Mattie’s knot before he pushes it inside of her.

Cady is one hundred percent lost to the fog of heat, mindlessly referring to all of us by our designations. Simon and Titus are running around the house, gathering supplies and food that we’ll need for the next twelve to twenty-four hours until one of us can escape to resupply the room. Simon says there are many factors in play that will make this heat more intense than a typical one. For one, she’s been on suppressants for years. Then, she met her scent match (us), andthen, take into account the fact that she’s never had an unmedicated heat before? We have no idea how long this is going to last.

Fun fact, an alpha’s refractory period drops dramatically during an omegas heat, something about biology, yadda yadda, our bodies recognizing she’ll need as many knots as possible, yadda yadda. I wasn’t really listening when Sy was going on about it.

What makes it fun for me is that I don’t have to wait thirty minutes for Mattie’s knot to go down after he fills her. More like five.

“Alpha, I need you!” Tink cries, pulling herself out from under Mattie, and crawling to me. She’s barely lucid, but my teeth ache to bite her and mark her as ours. The room is fucking flooded with the scent of orange blossom and vanilla.

“Anything you need, baby girl. I’m here,” I purr as she hikes a leg over me so she’s straddling my waist before sinking all the way down my cock in one motion. My head falls back as I grip her hips, her hot, wet heat enveloping me. She rides my cock like a damn cowgirl when Titus comes bursting into the room.

“More!” She cries out making grabby hands at Titus. “Alpha please! I’m so empty!”

Titus smirks in my direction before stripping down, Tink still riding me. I know she doesn’t mean empty in her pussy. Omegas want to be filled inallholes during their heat. Their bodies go so lax and they produce so much slick that they can take a knot in the ass with little to no prep.

…What? I’ve been doing research.

Titus gets into the nest, walking on his knees as he settles on either side of my legs. “Well, hello there, Titus, lovely to see you today,” I mutter as he slides the tip of his cock from where Tink and I are joined up to her ass, spreading her slick around.

Titus ignores me and presses his chest to Cady’s back. “This what you want, angel?” he murmurs in her ear and she nods frantically. “Yes! Fuck yes, alpha! Fill me up so good!”

Titus grunts as he pushes himself into Tink, and I can feel his dick on the other side of the thin membrane separating us.

That’s not weird at all.

“So…fucking…tight,” he groans, entering Cady inch by inch.

“More! More please! I need it!”

“Simon!” Titus barks, and an instant later, Simon crashes into the room carrying a shit ton of pillows and blankets. “Angel needs you. Take her mouth. We’re gonna fill this omega up real good.”

Well fuck. Titus has daddy energy.

Simon sheds his clothes in an instant, and I’m glad this happened while we were all lounging in sweatpants and t shirts, and not wearing something ridiculous like a suit.

The instant that Simon comes up next to her and strokes her cheek, guiding her mouth to his dick, she finally seems content. For a moment.

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