Page 58 of Ruin Me Knot
Ronan rubs her cheek. "Go slow, brother. One inch at a time. Stop if she tenses."
Of course I’d stop, but I won’t break the spell she’s under. The dildo's smooth, rounded tip glistens as I guide it toward her dripping entrance. The first press makes her whimper, her inner muscles fluttering against the silicone as I ease it inside.
"Do you like me doing this to you, Sunshine? Do you like your mate pleasuring you with a knot?"
Her groan is deep and guttural.
Her folds part easily, her slick easing the way as the silicone sinks deeper. The faint buzz of the device sends a tremor through her, her core gripping the invading length as if trying to pull it deeper. I stop when half remains outside, my thumb brushing soothing circles on her inner thigh.
Ronan's purr rolls against her back, approval and encouragement in one. "Good Omega. Taking what you need so well."
Leah's eyes flutter shut, her moan muffled around Gabriel's cock as the dildo nestles fully inside her. The thick knot at its base stretches her entrance deliciously, her body yielding to the gentle pressure with a fresh gush of slick.
Gabe hisses as her fingers tighten around his knot and my heart nearly pounds a path out of my chest when she slowly raises her other hand to cup my nape. She draws my head down to where Ronan rubs her clit.
Ronan's chuckle is a dark, pleased thing. "That's it, Kitten. Do you want your mate's mouth on you while he fills you? Want him to taste how perfect you are while he gives you what you need?"
Leah's answering moan is instantaneous, her hips tilting. She parts her thighs as wide as she can, offering me her slick pussy without reservation. Her perfume blooms, the heady rose, utterly pure with no trace left of the harsh chemical bitterness. The change is staggering. Intoxicating.
"All right, Omega. I’m here for you." I lie on my stomach between her spread legs, heedless of the cold tile beneath me and the equally cold water raining down. Leah is still burning, though not as feverish as she had been.
I run the toy in a slow, teasing line from her entrance to her clit just as Ronan pulls his hand away. Leah’s scream is muffled by Gabe’s cock, which she still has gripped in a death lock, and her thighs snap shut around my head in reflex. I push back, lapping at her slick like a man starved.
"Fuck, yes, mate. That’s perfect, Omega. Sogood…" Gabriel groans as she slurps harder on his cock.
Ronan's praise is a steady stream of tender words. "Look at you, taking us so well. Such a strong Omega. Our good mate." His free hand strokes up her stomach to palm both breasts while he tilts his hips, stroking his length along the curve between her cheeks. She’s producing so much slick that his cock slides smoothly over her rosebud hole.
Her breaths come in ragged pants, her fingers clawing at my hair to press me harder where she needs me. It’s beautiful to see. Every flick of my tongue against her clit makes her jerk, every thrust of the toy makes her sob as I inch it in deeper. So deep the knot bumps her pussy lips and her eyes flutter shut.
I lift my head just enough to meet her blown-out gaze. "Do you want it, Sunshine?" I ask, voice rough. "Want a knot to finish you? Want us to really fill you up the way you need?"
Her sweet moan is answer enough, her hips tilting up in offering. I work the thickest part of the knot past her fluttering entrance, stretching her in a way that makes her cry out. At the same time, I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard, my tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud.
Ronan pinches both her nipples at once, twisting just enough to skirt the edge of pain. Gabriel shouts something incoherent as his hips jerk, his release spilling hot down her throat and I push the knot fully into her.
Leah shatters between us. Her back bows off Ronan's chest, her scream raw and broken as her orgasm crashes through her. Her cunt clenches around the dildo, her slick gushing over my chin.
When I finally sit back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, Leah is limp and dazed in Ronan's arms, her lips swollen from Gabriel's cock, her thighsstill quivering with aftershocks. Her fingers weakly reach for me as if, even in exhaustion, she still craves to touch.
Ronan's chuckle is pure satisfaction. "You did so well, Kitten." He kisses her temple. "Good Omega. So perfect for us. So good for your mates."
Leah’s lashes flutter and close as she softens over Ronan’s body. Her breathing evens out as she falls asleep, wrung out from the physical and emotional exertions to her body.
Good Omega, perfect for us. Ours. Mate.The words echo in my head, as though if I say them often enough, it will help her.
Gabriel’s legs give out and he sits hard on the shower base, one arm bracing behind him, the other reaching up to shut off the water. The last trickle dies and the water eddies down the drain, taking away the ghost of Leah’s suffering. "Do you think we helped?"
Ronan’s head drops back against the tiles, eyes shuttered, throat moving as he grits down a sound I don’t dare name. "I don’t know, brother. I just don’t know."
The truth hangs between us. There’s no clear map forward. Omegas are wired differently, unbearably so. Sometimes trauma gets written into the bones and never chased out. I know that. And now that we’ve seen what’s carved into her, none of us would dare expect her to simply ‘get better’. Trauma doesn’t work that way. We can help. Heal, if luck is cruel and kind in equal measure, but her normal will be her own and none of us knows what that will look like.
I wrench out of the stall, grab the nearest towel and wrap it around her slack body. Her skin is marginally cooler; that’s something. "At least she’s not burning up anymore. All we can do now is hold her until she knows without doubt that we’re not going anywhere, and see who she is when she wakes."
The gnawing dread in my gut won’t be soothed. "We can’t let her slip back into that place in her head. If we do, we might lose her for real. Her mind has split apart. You heard what she said about hating her ‘Omega’."
She sees that intrinsic part of herself as separate, blaming it and hating it for what she’s been through. Systematic trauma tries to find reason where there is none. None except for the senseless evil some humans inflict.
"How will we stop her from spiraling again? I’ll try anything," Gabriel says.
