Page 78 of The Knotty Omega

I’m so sweaty, but I’m itchy.

“Bite me alpha! I need your bite!”

If could just get a fucking bite, I wouldn’t be so hot.

I need someone to fuckingknotme.

I need…I need….

Oh.

Lucidity sets in like I’m coming up from underwater, and I run my hands lovingly over Simon's back as his knot pulsates inside of me. I’m lying on my back in the middle of the nest with Simon lying nestled between my legs. He looks down at me with a soft expression, his glasses gone and his hair rumpled.

“Are you back with us, sweetheart?” Simon asks, his voice tired.

“Um, yeah…” I trail off looking around my nest as I realize just how dry my mouth is. Ollie is face down next to us, butt naked, hugging a pillow as he snores softly. Titus is on our other side, also lacking clothes, on his back with one arm thrown over his face. Mattie and Archie are spooned together on the far side of the bed. “Just how long has it been?”

Simon shifts us so we’re lying on our sides, facing each other and he pushes a strand of hair out my face. “About three days.”

My jaw nearly drops. Three days?

Flashes of taking Mattie and Archie, then Simon, Titus, and Ollie filling all three of my holes at the same time. Begging for knots. Begging for bites.

Bargaining a protein shake for double penetration.

Directing my alphas like a damn orchestra conductor for which knot goes into which hole.

Titus and Simon take my pussy at the same time, then Archie coming over and sliding into my ass…

My cheeks flush with embarrassment and Simon instantly kisses me. “Hey. None of that. This is all perfectly natural. Especially for it being your first heat. Take into account it’s a breakthrough heat…”

“I know, I just hate how I don’t feel like myself.”

“I know, sweetheart. But you’re with us now, right?”

Swallowing, I nod, and he kisses my forehead.

“Try to get some sleep, alright?”

Then his knot deflates, slipping out of me, and then something isn’t right.

Whining, I back up until I can look at the entirety of the nest, Simon following me closely.

I don’t know what it is, but something is niggling in my mind, telling me I need tofixit. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m leaving the room. I need more clothes. More of my packs scent.

Stark naked, I wander the halls of the house as Simon trails behind me, allowing me to hand him everything I pick up from my alphas rooms.

A pair of gym shorts from Titus.

A muscle top from Ollie

Pajama pants from Mattie, and a t-shirt from Archie.

Simon tries not to laugh at me as I pull his whole damn comforter off his bed, but I need it. I need all of it.

When I return to my nest, Simon in tow, the rest of my alphas are sitting up, looking blearily at each other. “Out.” I motion impatiently with my hands. They stare at me blankly for a moment, sleepy-eyed and confused, before a more assertive tone leaves me. “Out, alphas!”

They scramble out of the nest as I completely decimate my previous structure, rebuilding it with the items I pilfered from their rooms.

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