Page 149 of Knot All is Crystal
Or in him. On him. Whatever. I want his scent all over me.
“Alpha,” I say sweetly, “I want your cum on my face.”
He stumbles back, dark eyes wide as he gapes at me. “Come again, Queenie?”
“I would love to,” I groan, pushing my ass back toward Gage. The Beta swears, and Emmanuel reaches between us to start rubbing my clit. Almost immediately, all of the sensory inputs have my stomach coiling tightly, and then I am exploding, slick rushing out of me and drenching Manny.
“Woah, that’s a fun alarm clock,” Maverick purrs, stumbling to his feet. “Did I miss the party?”
“You’re just in time, Alpha,” I tell him, extending my head for a kiss. His kiss is filthy, and he fucks my mouth with his tongue as if it were my pussy. He pulls away with a soft growl. “I just told Puck I wanted him to paint me in his cum.”
Maverick grabs his cock over his shorts and stumbles back, groaning. “You can’t say things like that! The blood rushes to my cock so fast I’m going to faint.”
A soft smack lands on my ass cheek. “Can you two get your cocks out so we can get her attention again?” Gage grunts from behind me, where he’s been slowly fucking me from behind. His fingertips dig so deeply into my hips that I fully expect to have bruises when all is said and done.
I don’t fucking care.
Maverick chuckles and practically skips over to the Beta, giving him a filthy kiss of his own. Gage’s hips stutter as Maverick’s attention gets the better of him.
“Please, Puck?” I say softly, reaching out for him. He moves closer and bends down to brush his lips across mine.
“That’s really what you want?” he says quietly. “Are you sure?”
“I need to smell like my pack,” I whine. “I need all of you.”
From below me, Emmanuel thrusts up, a devastatingly hot moan leaving his lips. “I’m not going to last much longer,mi amor,” he groans, fingertips digging into my hips. “Do you want my knot?”
“Fuck yeah.” I dig my fingers into his chest, thrusting my hips in short moves as Gage picks up his pace from behind. Maverick moves to my left side, and Puck stays on my right, both clutching their cocks.
The sight of it, the pheromones filling the room, the feeling of my Alpha inside me and my Beta in my ass, has me crumbling, falling apart at the seams at the sheer eroticism of the moment.
“Pull out, Gage,” Manny says through gritted teeth. “Or you’ll be stuck, too.”
Gage’s hands move to my lower back and push down, and he thrusts into me, hard, several times, before pulling his cock out. I feel heat splash on my ass, but I don’t have time to luxuriate in the feeling of it before Emmanuel is purring, his face in my neck, and then groaning as he thrusts stutter. He fills me, and his knot swells, the stretch making me throw my head back and cry out in pleasure.
Hot cum splatters my breasts as Maverick groans out his release. “Holy fucking shit, that was so goddamn hot. Fuck,” he groans, still stroking himself. “I fucking love having a pack.”
I turn to face Puck, and he immediately grabs my chin and pushes his thumb into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it before sucking it deeper, and a few huffing groans escape his lips. When I nip the end, his hand moves to my hair, fisting it and pulling me closer to him.
His cum sprays across my face, down my chin, and drips on my chest. I clean it off my lips, but he reaches forward and rubs the rest into my neck. “Hope you have a long tongue,” he whispers. The time I was on fizz comes flying back to me, and I struggle to keep my laugh contained.
The nest is a mess. Gage and Maverick are sprawled, spent, and naked beside one another, hands clasped together. Emmanuel is knotted in me, but he’s panting and tired, and I worry he’s in a little bit of pain in his leg.
Puck presses a soft kiss to my lips and follows my eyeline to Emmanuel. “I’ll get him some meds.” It’s like he read my mind.
I gently guide Emmanuel onto his side and cuddle up with him. He’s dozing but still manages to stroke my hair and give me a sweet kiss on my forehead.
Maverick was right.
I fucking love having a pack.
FIFTY-SEVEN
I’m puttingaway a grocery delivery when Gage stumbles out of the nest. His hair is a mess, and he’s completely naked.
That is a lot of freckled skin on display.
I dart my eyes away immediately. “Where are your pants, Hiccup?” The childhood nickname slips out. It’s a hard habit to break. It didn’t come from anywhere malicious. He was just a kid who got hiccups all the time.
