Page 148 of Knot All is Crystal
Do they not want me?
Soft hands clutch my face. “Omega.” My sleepy Alpha, smelling like caramelized sugar and vanilla, is standing in front of me, his eyes half-lidded. “What do you need?”
“I ache,” I whimper, plastering my body on his. “I need you, Alpha.”
He presses his lips against mine, his tongue stroking gently into my mouth in a way that makes me melt. Without pulling away from me, he lowers us to the floor of the nest.
Emmanuel is shirtless and in a pair of baggy gray sweatpants. I can tell his leg still hurts, and I want to take care of him and nurse him back to health, but all I can think about is the painful ache between my thighs.
“Crys.” Gage’s voice is thick with sleep, but he extricates himself from Maverick. “You’re needy again?”
I reluctantly pull my mouth from Manny’s and whine. “Yes, yes.”
He crosses his arms. “Any reason you’re not knotting our girl, Manny?”
Manny winces and wrinkles his nose. “Gotta be honest, doing this with you is taking longer to get used to than I thought it would.”
I never considered how strange it might be for them to be together during a heat. Gage is significantly younger than Manny and was regularly babysat by the Alpha. The dynamic of that is going to take some time to figure out.
Time we don’t have because I am going to explode if someone doesn’t fuck me soon.
I grab the waistband of Emmanuel’s sweats and pull them down, just exposing his cock, and swing a leg over his hips. “Tell me if I hurt you,” I whisper in his ear before pushing myself down on his cock.
The stretch and fullness immediately calm some of the fire in my veins. Manny’s hands fall to my hips, and he rotates them, grinding my clit against his pelvis. It’s not long before I’m bucking and moaning, head thrown back.
I’m careful not to put too much weight on Manny’s leg as I raise myself up and drop down. I feed my fingers into his dark hair and press his face into my chest. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, tickling it with his tongue and nipping it softly.
Gage moves around, dick in hand, and stands beside us. Before I can grab him by the hip and pull his cock into my mouth, Emmanuel pops off my breast.
“I can’t do it, dude. I can’t have your dick so close to my face.”
Gage groans. “You’re going to have to get over this, man. This is the rest of our lives!”
“Gage, get her slick and then fuck her ass.” Puck’s voice brooks no argument. He pushes off of the wall, looking like fucking sin in a pair of tight black briefs and nothing else, what feels like miles of dark skin on display. I didn’t get to appreciate him when we slept together the first time since it was so harried, and I drink my fill now.
The Beta doesn’t question the command. He moves behind me and puts his hands on my ass. “Manny, pull out for a second,” he says. The Alpha grumbles but does as he’s asked, and in a swift movement, Gage enters me from behind.
His cock has a little bit of a curve that hits me just right inside, and I push back to meet him eagerly. My Beta digs his fingers into my hips as he pumps into me, the pleasure running through my body like a freight train.
I fall forward on Manny’s chest, groaning and writhing as Gage pumps into me. After too short of time, he pulls out and swipes three fingers through my slit, collecting slick.
I’m not given the time to mourn the loss of his cock, because as soon as he’s done, Emmanuel slides into me again, laying back entirely and pulling me to his chest. Slow, sensual thrusts from below are stoking the fire inside of me. My senses are overloaded, but my release is not within my reach, so I’m rubbing against Emmanuel for any relief because it feels like I am going to explode, and not in a good way.
“More,” I pant, grinding against the Alpha. “I need more, please, Alpha, please.”
Manny chuckles and nips at my neck, purring loudly. “Patience, sweet Omega.”
“Get her ready, Gage,” Puck commands from where he stands beside us. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, I feel a slick finger at my ass, circling my hole and then pushing inside. The fizz and hormones have me more relaxed than usual, and Gage doesn’t wait long before pressing in a second finger, then a third. When I’m moaning and thrashing, he finally removes his fingers and replaces them with the head of his cock.
The stretch as he pushes into me is fucking blissful, and I throw my head back with a groan. Emmanuel’s hands tighten on my hips. “Fuck,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “Fuck, it’s so tight.”
Gage is panting behind me, moving slowly, not to overwhelm Manny and me. Eventually, the two find a good rhythm together, alternating as they thrust into me. It feels like the only parts of me that exist are the pieces they’re touching. My head is empty as I float in a haze of pleasure.
I’m not sure if anything can feel better than this.
And then my big Alpha puts his hand on my chin, tilting my head to look at him. “Hey, Queenie,” he says softly. “Having fun?”
I whimper and nod, my eyes falling closed as I drift back into the pleasured plane my pack is bringing me to. Puck’s sunshine and fresh-cut grass scent fill my senses, and I want to roll around in it.
