Page 62 of Knot Their Girl
It doesn’t make sense.
But… no, that’s not true. It does make sense. It makes a lot of sense, I just can’t explain it.
When Colter pulls his face away, I bring my hand to my chin and lower it somewhat, trying to do sign language to thank him, however, when I do it, Colter just stares at my hand quizzically, his eyes flicking between my face and my hand, as if he’s unsure what he’s seeing.
“Doesn’t that mean thank you? Shit. Did I do it wrong? Did I insult you or something instead?” I groan. “I’m sorry. I’m taking some courses online here and there, trying to learn some of it so you don’t always have to carry around that table, but—”
The way he looks at me makes me stop rambling, and the soft smile that graces his mouth after that tells me enough. He gives me a short nod and mimics the gesture I made, thanking me.
“You don’t have to thank me for anything. I’m messing this up left and right.” As I say it, I watch him shake his head a few times. “What? I totally am. Here I am, wearing nothing but Pax’s shirt and panties that saw a load of slick earlier—oh, and let’s not forget that both Pax and Gideon are currently fast-asleep in my bed, like they belong there or something.”
I close my eyes. “I don’t even know why I came up here. I mean, I should want to run. I never wanted an alpha, or two. I thought accepting Gideon’s offer to get to know you would make things easy on me—I had no idea things would be this hard.”
When I open my eyes, I find Colter standing before me, just a few inches away, studying me intently as he listens to me go on and on. The expression on his face is so focused and attentive that it makes me lose track of whatever else I’m about to say.
The beta is slow in lifting both hands, bringing them to my face, where he cups my cheeks gently and angles my head back. Sitting on the stool, he has to angle my head back quite a bit before he closes his eyes and brings his mouth to mine.
The kiss is soft, sweet, accepting, a reminder that he’s not judging me, not angry at me. His lips invite mine to a slow dance, and before I know it, I’m accepting, joining the push and pull of the embrace. I spread my knees, allowing Colter to stand a bit closer as he inches between them and deepens the kiss.
I run my hands up his hoodie before hooking my arms over his shoulders and around his neck. My back arches, and I lean into him the same moment the kiss morphs from slow and sweet to fast and eager. Not hard and unyielding, like kissing Pax and Gideon, but there’s enough passion behind it to tell me he’s not doing this to make me feel better. No, hewantsto kiss me. He wantsme.
Colter’s hands are slow in falling from my face, and they curl around my lower back, just beneath the shirt. He doesn’t seembothered at all that it’s Pax’s shirt, but still, I pull my mouth off his and pant, “Take it off me.”
He obliges, helping me out of the oversized shirt and dropping it to the floor beside us. With the dim light from a lamp on the far wall, there’s enough light for him to get a nice, long look at my bared tits, and my nipples that are so sharp they could cut freaking glass. He brings his hands to my chest and palms my tits, staring at them all the while, and I suck in a hard breath as I let him explore.
Believe it or not, I didn’t come up here for this. At least, I don’t think I did. Again, it’s getting more and more difficult for me to think straight. What are these guys doing to me?
Colter massages my chest, taking his time in every movement he makes. The pads of his thumbs roam over my nipples, and I squeeze my thighs together in what ends up being a failed attempt at trying to calm my body down. A fresh batch of slick oozes out of me, and though my nose is currently out of commission, I can feel it leak out of me, and I know the exact moment he smells it, because his chest shudders beneath his hoodie and his pupils dilate.
Omega slick makes even betas go feral with need.
I keep only one arm hooked around his neck, using my other hand to take one of his and guide it downward. I scoot until I’m standing before him, flat on my feet instead of on the stool, and together our hands slip beneath my re-dampened panties. He catches his breath the moment his fingers touch me down there. Past my clit, right to my pussy. I guide two of his fingers into me and moan when he fills me up with them, all the way up to his knuckles.
“Oh, yes,” I pant out through moans. After I simulate the way his fingers should move in and out of me, I don’t have to keep holding his hand through it. He gets the picture, and he’s able to fuck me with those fingers all by himself. “You’re a fast learner,aren’t you?” I throw my head back and close my eyes, relishing in the sensation of being finger-fucked.
I moan when he hits me in the right place inside, making no effort to be quiet. He picks up his speed, and combine his fingers inside with the way his other hand still toys with my tits, I turn into goo. Goo that can barely stand up on her own.
A pressure builds inside of me, and I let it hit me hard. The orgasm takes hold of me like a rough hand to the neck, and I ride it out much as I ride his fingers as the muscles in my body spasm and explode with pleasure and heat all rolled into one.
I sag into his chest once I’m through it, and I nuzzle against his hoodie as I bring his hand out of my panties. I cock my head back and meet his eyes the same moment I bring his slick-covered fingers to my mouth. My lips part, and I take those fingers into my mouth and lick them clean, and all the while he watches, rapt.
Once those fingers are spick and span and no longer in my mouth, I whisper, “You made me feel good. Now it’s your turn.” I drop both hands to the hem of his sweats, toying with the elastic as I wait for him to stop me.
Obviously, if he doesn’t want me to, I won’t. I’ll respect his boundaries, but if he’ll let me… I’ll drop to my knees for him and make him feel better than he’s ever felt in his entire life.
Colter doesn’t stop me. He only gives me a half-lidded look with a single nod.
That’s all I need. I drop to my knees before him and yank down his sweats in the same motion. His cock is hard thanks to playing with me first. It’s not an alpha dick, but it’s nothing to be laughed at, either. The tip oozes precum, a sign of how turned on he is.
As I stare at the tip, at the precum, I lick my lips and think the same thing I thought when I gazed at Gideon’s and Pax’s cocks:mine. My cock. My cum. All mine.
I don’t hesitate. I part my lips and take him inside, squeezing my thighs together as I taste his salty precum. It shouldn’t taste so damn good, but it does. When it comes to the three men in the house, I just can’t get enough, apparently. They’ve somehow turned me into a vixen that can never have her fill.
I bob my head along his length, paying extra attention to the sensitive tip. After a few moments, Colter sets a hand on the back of my head, not as firm about it as Gideon was, but feeling his hand on me while I have him in my mouth brings me a nice dash of satisfaction. His breathing becomes harder, more ragged, so loud I don’t even need him to moan; I can gauge how he feels and how close he is to coming just by his breathing alone.
A lame superpower, but one I’ll put to good use.
I probably shouldn’t be doing this—but Gideon came in my mouth not too long ago, and Colter’s cum is better to have in me than Pax’s right before the dinner party, right? Besides, I’ll just wash my mouth out with some of that strong mouthwash Gideon has in the bathroom. It’ll be fine.
