Page 104 of Knot Their Girl
Pax takes off his shirt in one fluid movement, his rippling torso on full display. The air in the room changes, becoming thicker with arousal, and the alpha growls out, “Take off your clothes, omega. My teeth are aching to sink into you.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Alpha,” she purrs out.
As she takes off her clothes, Pax undoes his pants. Neither Gideon nor I say a word; Pax is our leader. He might have taken our last name, but we follow him. It goes without saying he’d bond with her first.
Bonding. It’s almost magical. Once bonded, alphas and omegas can feel each other, even if they aren’t side-by-side. They’re constantly in tune with each other’s emotions, and it eliminates the alphas and omegas from the general pool of dating and courting, making their scents unappealing to anyone not in their pack.
I don’t know how it’ll be for me—there isn’t much out there when it comes to betas and omegas. After Raeka mentioned she wanted me to bond with her, too, I spent some time looking things up. It’s not unheard of for a beta to bond with an omega, but it’s always within a pack.
Gideon and I take spots on the foot of the bed, on opposite sides, watching as we wait our turn. Pax had pinned Raeka down, his body dwarfing hers in every way. His cock is already hard, and based on the sweetness that fills the air, her body is ready.
From zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. The scent of her makes my own dick harden in my pants.
He pushes inside her with a single thrust, and both he and Raeka moan. Her hands find his back, holding onto him as he begins to pump in and out of her. “Fuck,” he whispers lowly, “I’ll never get over how good you feel.”
She melts beneath the praise, our normally feisty Raeka nothing more than a puddle of goo.
His movements are rough and commanding, and she mewls and whines for him just as he likes. They are a mess of limbs, the scent of their sweat rising in the air. They are one. He jerks into her hard, grunting out, “Come for me. Let me hear you come undone before I sink my teeth into that tender neck of yours.”
Raeka arches her back, a muffled sound escaping her. Her legs are spread wide as Pax fucks her hard, and she unravels for him just as he wanted her to.
The light, feminine sound that erupts from her the same moment her core leaks a fresh gush of slick is something I’ll never forget—nor is the way that Pax comes simultaneously, as if they’re already on the same wavelength. The alpha moans, pumping in out of her in quick bursts, and then he jerks his hips back, dragging his cock fully out of her, and buries his face in the crook of her neck.
I don’t see it happen, but I know the exact moment it does. I can tell when Pax sinks his teeth into our omega’s neck, because the sound that comes from her then is different. The breathy moan changes in timbre, shock mixed with pleasure, then a growing acceptance as she closes her eyes and surrenders.
Pax yanks his teeth out, then nuzzles her for a bit before rolling off her and metaphorically handing her to Gideon. In reality, Raeka lays where she is, a fresh bite mark on the nape of her neck, waiting for her next alpha to mark her up similarly. A thin trail of blood oozes from that wound; after we’re finished, we’ll have to take her to the bathroom and clean her up, give the bond marks the best chance to heal nicely.
Gideon is naked within a few moments, having already started shedding his clothes while Pax was fucking her. I don’t watch as heavily as I watched when it was her and Pax—it’s still a bit awkward for me.
Gideon, unlike Pax, takes a detour between her legs before he pushes inside of her. He eats her out, getting all he can from her pussy before he sits up, grabs himself, and guides his hard length inside of her.
His movements aren’t as rough as Pax’s. He takes his time in fucking her, grunting every so often. He holds her close as hisbody bears down on her, and she writhes and squirms beneath him, her breathing at a fevered pitch.
Pax smooths her hair away from her face and her neck, getting her ready for my uncle. He says, “Look at you, taking your alpha’s cock like a good omega. Does he feel good inside you, hmm?” His dirty talk is cooed out, and she loves it.
She’s so lost all she can do is nod.
“You’re going to come for him just like you came for me,” Pax goes on, his voice hardening. Not quite a command, but as good as one—and something Raeka cannot argue with.
She shudders beneath Gideon as he picks up speed, and she pants like she can’t quite fill her lungs with enough air. She clings to him like he’s her lifeline as she loses herself to her pleasure yet again, this time while my uncle is inside her. She cries out, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and the alpha inside her matches her groan with one of his own.
“Good girl,” Pax coos. “And Gideon’s going to be a good alpha and fill you up with his cum. Aren’t you, Gideon?”
The alpha in question trembles, like Pax has the personal key to his undoing. That, combined with the omega beneath him, pushes him over the edge. He thrusts inside her, filling her up much like Pax did, but unlike the other alpha, he takes his time in letting his orgasm fade before he withdraws from her and sinks his teeth into her neck, adding his bite to Pax’s.
My uncle lazily pulls away from her, rolling onto her left side, opposite where Pax is.
I take off my shirt, scooting to take off my pants. I don’t rush; the alphas might’ve had aching teeth, but mine don’t ache with a mind of their own. I want to take my time. I want… I really want to tell her that I love her, but I don’t think I’m there yet.
Once I’m free of my clothes, I hold myself over her and gaze down into her eyes. Through the haze of her pleasure, through the dilation of those pupils, those gray eyes of hers twinkle.Raeka lifts a hand, slow in dragging her fingertips down the side of my face. Though her neck must hurt, she doesn’t act as though it bothers her at all.
Maybe it doesn’t hurt. Maybe being bonded with us helps take away her pain.
I take those lips in mine and kiss her, telling her through action alone that she’s become everything to me. Without her, I’d be nothing. With her, I am everything. With this pack, I am complete in ways I never dreamed of. The kiss tells her exactly that: she’s mine.
She cups my face as her lips part and her tongue meets mine. The brush of that tongue inside my mouth sets my soul on fire.
Unlike the alphas, I can kiss her and be inside of her without arching my back to an ungodly curve. As we kiss, as our tongues wrestle, I position myself between her legs and push inside. She moans into the kiss, a sweet fever dream made flesh, and I make her mine.
