Page 68 of Forget me Knot
“We all will,” Sam murmurs.
“Thank you,” she whispers, and her eyes close again as the bliss of being sat on a double knot eases her heat enough for her to be lucid for a few moments. Now is the time to ask her. Max might not want to mate with her yet, but she needs something. I need to do something.
Bring her wrist up to my lips, I press them over the bite I gave her five years ago.
Her eyes snap open, and she sits upright, meeting my gaze.
“May I?” I ask quietly, aware of Max and Sam’s eyes on us.
She blinks but doesn’t answer.
“I need to keep you safe, Lily. Until you can give us your absolute consent to mate with you, I need something to keep you safe. My alpha bite on your wrist will offer you some protection.”
“It makes me yours,” she says.
“It does,” I say with a sad smile, knowing it’s not what I want for her, for us.
“Do it,” she says, her voice strong, her eyes fierce, telling me she is in her right mind. Or enough of it to know this will protect her. “As long as I can bite you back.”
Her words send a bolt of lust straight to my cock. “Fuck, yes, you can,” I pant. She giggles as I place my mouth over the old bite scar and graze her with my teeth before tightening my jaw. I taste her blood as she cries out. The sweet, metallic tang floods my mouth, and a wave of possessiveness crashes over me. This woman, this beautiful, strong omega, is mine.
Lily’s lips part in a gasp, and I feel her teeth graze my offered wrist in return. Her bite is hesitant at first, but then she clamps down firmly. The pain mixes with pleasure, making my cock twitch.
“Fuck! Lily,” I groan when I release her.
She bites harder until I feel her teeth break the skin. Her bite is sharp and sweet, creating a bond that is just shy of mating but still powerful.
When she finally releases me, she pulls back slightly to look at her handiwork with a slight smile.
I stroke her hair as she relaxes back into Max’s chest. We stay like this for a while, basking in the aftermath before Max and Sam’s knots deflate, and then it’s my turn again.
Chapter 34
Lily
My wrist stings, but I don’t even care. I barely notice it as the heat is already claiming me again as its bitch. I purr softly as Jack lifts me off Max and Sam and lays me down on the bed. He is quick to enter me, shoving his enormous cock into me as I fall into a bit of a daze. It’s not sleep, but it’s not awake either. All I can feel is my body jolting as Jack fucks me harder with each thrust. His movements are fast and intense, but I’m nothing but a worn-out, exhausted omega with nothing to give.
“That’s it, princess,” Jack growls, his voice thick with lust and something more profound, but it sounds like it’s coming from miles away. “Take every inch of me, princess. Feel me fucking you. Your pussy is going to take my knot now, okay, sweetheart?”
“You’re ours,” Sam murmurs from somewhere beside me.
Jack’s thrusts grow erratic and wild as he approaches his climax. “Fuck, Lily,” he groans. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m going to knot you so fucking hard. Feel it, princess. Feel that knot.”
His words are punctuated by a guttural roar as he shoots his load inside me, his knot swelling and locking us together. The sensation pushes me over the edge one last time. I shudderand whimper in pleasure, riding out the waves of orgasm that crash through me. The intensity of the climax is made more so by my limp body, and it brings tears to my eyes. But I can’t even open them as they swell with emotion and exhaustion. The connection we share is more than physical; it’s a profound sense of belonging and love, even if unspoken.
I hear the rustle of the sheets as Max and Sam shift beside me, their touches gentle and comforting. They know how drained I am, yet their presence invigorates me. A flicker of gratitude warms my heart.
Jack’s knot still holds me tight, but his grip on me is softening, his breathing steadying as his climax ebbs away. He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, planting a soft kiss before he murmurs, “How do you feel, Lily?”
“Hungry and tired and wet,” I grouse, forcing my eyes open to look up at him. He turns us over onto our sides and brushes my hair out of my face.
He chuckles. “You are soaked in slick and cum and sweat. Of course you feel wet.”
“I need a shower.”
“We will help you with that,” Max says.
“I’m sorry for being such a burden,” I blurt out and then sob openly into Jack’s chest.
