Page 68 of In Knots

Buzz’s hands find my breasts as his tongue finds my mouth, and I rotate my hips, moving like I did dancing with Bear.

Behind me, Ryan swears under his breath. “Fuck, princess, that feels good. Riding my cock.”

One of his hands grips my waist, fingers sinking into my flesh, and the other continues to cruise my clit.

I’m being consumed, every sensitive part of me pleasured, and the next orgasm rips through me so violently my whole body shakes, and tears stream down my face.

Ryan takes a hold of me, bouncing me up and down his cock, grunting every time I slam down onto his lap. It’s much harder, more animalistic than before, and I realise how careful he was with me the first time. The thought has something warm and safe blossoming in my chest and I smile against Buzz’s mouth.

“I’m going to come now, princess,” Ryan grunts by my ear. “Going to come, but not going to knot you.”

“Nooo,” I moaned, my little omega body already trained for the knot, already longing for it.

“No, going to let Buzz.” He falters against me, and then just as I start to feel that stretch, he lifts me off his lap and I roll onto my stomach, whimpering without the knot. I’m slung over the edge of the bed, my knees on the floor, my stomach on the mattress, and I’m still grumbling when I feel the nudge of Buzz’s cock at my entrance.

“Baby?” he asks. “You want me too.”

“Yes, Alpha. I want a knot. I need a knot,” I whine, half aware of the alien words leaving my mouth.

He plunges inside easily – I’m already wet with slick and Ryan’s come – and angles up my hips, hitting that spot with expertise.

“Alright, baby? This ok for you? Not too much?”

“No. I want more. I want … harder.” I don’t know how I know; I just do. I want to be fucked hard, to feel the full force of his body against mine. The bed squeaks beneath us, punctuated by the wet thwack of his hips against my backside and his noisy grunts.

“Can I grip your hair, baby?” he asks. “Pull it a little.”

“Yes,” I gasp, “Yes.”

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much,”

His fingers tangle in my hair and then there’s a tug at my scalp as he takes a handful in his fist and pulls my head backward, my throat curving and exposed. The pain in my scalp amplifies all the sensations. And then I get what I want. His knot. My cunt stretched wide, clenching and convulsing as another orgasm shatters me completely.

* * *

The make-shift bed is hardly comfortable, especially wedged between two large alpha bodies but I think I sleep better than I ever have, waking at dawn when the sunlight comes pouring through the open curtain and hits me in the eye.

“Shit,” Buzz murmurs beside me. “Forgot to shut the fucking curtains. He lumbers onto his knees and jerks the material across the window frame. Then he flops back down beside me, encasing me in his arms and nuzzling into my neck.

“How are you this morning, baby?”

“Good,” I say, watching Ryan yawn and stretch beside me.

“Same,” Buzz says, “I liked you sleeping with us. I think I’d be restless as hell not having you near.”

Is that it? Is that why I slept so well? Not just the fucking that left me breathless but having my alphas close by, knowing I was safe and secure.

“And what are your plans today?” Ryan kisses my shoulders.

“I’ll have to get home by mid-morning. Otherwise, I’ll be missed.”

“I thought your folks were away.”

“They are, but they have people watching me.”

Ryan frowns. “You’re an adult. Why do you need people watching over you?”

“Because I’m an omega,” I chant. “And if they don’t watch me, I’ll find myself in bed with some dubious alphas.” I pinch his arm pointedly.

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