Page 101 of In Knots

Then I feel a nudge at my hole.

“OK, hot cheeks? You sure about this?”

“Yes, Alpha. I want this.”

“Relax then, just relax. Can you do that?”

I’d do anything he asked me lost in the depths of my heat, so my body responds despite the nerves still racing through me.

A heavy weight presses at my hole and I moan as it slides inside, slowly, a little at a time. Bear is big, they all are, and I wonder how much of him I’ll be able to take here. But he’s soon answering this question, pushing deeper and deeper inside.

“Shit, so fucking tight,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Gently,” Cam tells him. “Gently.”

The muscles in his arm holding me are strained and rigid as steel, and a whine curls in his throat as he sinks further inside.

“You’re doing so well, Alexa,” Ryan whispers to me. “How does it feel?”

I keep breathing, shaking my head, unable to form words. It’s so much. So deliciously much.

I take another inch and then another and another.

“Nearly there, Omega. Shit, nearly there.”

Tears pool in my eyes and my nails scrape at the sheet below me.

Then with a grunt, his hips meet my backside and a choked smile forms on my lips. I did it. I took him all. Every bit of that giant cock of his.

He rolls down on top of me and nuzzles at my gland.

“Are you OK, sweetness?” he whispers so just I can hear.

“Yes,” I whisper back, but as always I need more from this alpha. I need friction, I need him to let go. So, I tell him. I tell him exactly what he can do with me, and any restraint he was harbouring is swept away. He lifts his hips, the slide of his cock through my passage making me wail with pleasure, and then slams back down into me, so hard the whole bed wobbles beneath us.

My eyes roll right back in my sockets and the sensations racing through my body are so intense, so intense I lose myself completely and only the stretch of the knot in my backside brings me back to myself. The orgasm it shakes loose from my body is all blinding light and white-hot noise and I scream into the pillow louder than I ever have.

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I assume the alphas loved that little show because they are all over me afterwards, kissing and caressing and stroking and petting me, as well as spilling words of admiration. I lie knotted to Bear, basking in their praise and loving every word they mutter.

They always told me that an omega should worship an alpha, should hang on his every word and obey his every command. Now I see they were wrong. It isn’t like that between alphas and omegas. I may worship these men with every part of my body, but they worship me right back, in awe of me and everything I can give them. And I realise I’ve craved this – to be adored and loved and cared for. I haven’t had enough of this in my life, and I haven’t had the chance to love and adore and care for anyone in return.

Later, they want to talk about it again. They are an eager bunch of puppies who’ve found a new game.

“You think we can do that again, princess?” Ryan asks, as he spoon feeds me thick vanilla yoghurt.

“Of course,” I say, smiling up at him. “It felt amazing.”

“You’re not too sore?” Cam says, sitting next to Ryan with a large glass of water, ready to ensure I’m hydrated.

“Not really,” I admit. My omega body is more hardy than they think.

“And do you think you could take two of us?” Buzz asks, hovering beside Ryan. They all look at me with expectation.

“Yes,” I say to them, and four pairs of eyes darken. “In fact,” I say, pushing Ryan’s spoon to one side. “I think I could take two of you right now.” I tip forward onto my knees and nip at Ryan’s lips.

“I think you could do anything you goddamn wanted, Omega,” Buzz says watching me tease his pack mate.

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