Page 98 of In Knots

I’m still not exactly happy with what I’ve done, but the pain in my gut is becoming unbearable and I’m so hot droplets of sweat race down my body.

I peer up at the four shirtless men and the sight is so glorious I groan with unbridled desire.

“Come here,” I tell them, and four of them strip away their remaining clothes while I lick my lips.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask,” Buzz says, crawling onto the bed and heading straight for me. He spots the sweat trickling over my stomach and captures it with his tongue, dragging it up between my breasts and to my throat. The others follow him and soon I’m circled by a mass of alpha muscle.

Why am I not afraid? The lust in their eyes and the intensity of their scents tells me I’m going to be rutted and rutted hard. This will be unrelenting. Yet, all I feel is so turned on I can hardly breathe.

“Touch me,” I plead, spreading my legs and showing them just how wet and glistening I am for them.

Ryan grabs me first, tugging me towards him and wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. When I start to whine and whimper against his mouth so desperate I may combust if he doesn’t fuck me, he drags me onto his cock. I sink down onto him, moaning as I take each girthy inch of him and finally, finally feel the satisfying sensation of fullness. His grip lands on my waist and he moves my body, grinding me over him, stimulating my clit and every sensitive spot inside me. I’m a sloppy mess, clinging to his shoulders so that I don’t slip away completely. Then I feel the heavy presence of Bear behind me. His wet mouth meets my gland, and he licks at it, nibbling around the edges as his fingers creep to the crease of my arse.

“This alright, Omega?” he asks me.

“Yes,” I gasp remembering how good that had felt last time. “Touch me there too, please!”

And he does, his fingers tickling at my other hole, circling and stroking it before gradually nudging his thick fingertip inside, further and further until he’s knuckle deep, then another knuckle and then the whole digit.

“Good girl,” he growls at my ear. “We need to work at this arsehole of yours so you can take us there too. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I pant. “I want to take you everywhere. All of you. All at once.”

“Fuck,” Ryan grunts. “Don’t say that, Princess. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He bucks up into me with force and I tumble over the edge, clenching around Ryan’s cock and Bear’s finger.

“I will keep it,” I moan as I buck and jolt through every aftershock. “I will keep it.”

Ryan grunts, this time so loud his body vibrates against mine and then his knot expands and another orgasm shoots straight through my body.

“Were you serious, princess?” Ryan asks me as I lie sleepy in his arms.

“About what?” I ask, yawning and feeling my eyes drifting shut.

“About wanting us all?”

“Yes,” I murmur as the sleep overtakes me, “I want you in my mouth and in my cunt.”

“And your arse?” Bear whispers from somewhere in the dark nest.

“Yeah, there too,” I whisper back.

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Usually, I’d swallow as many sleeping tablets as I could through a heat, hoping to escape the intense pain and discomfort and remain unconscious. But sometimes even that wouldn’t work and I’d be forced to chase unsatisfactory orgasm after unsatisfactory orgasm with a feeble dildo and vibrator.

Now I’m happy to emerge from sleep despite the stabbing in my gut and the throb in my cunt because I know these alphas will take care of me. More than that, they transform what is uncomfortable into something heavenly. I think I’d happily stay in heat permanently if it meant we could stay wrapped in each other’s bodies fucking and rutting and rutting and fucking.

So as my eyes flutter open an hour later, there’s a smile on my lips. I wake to find the alphas laid out around me and talking lowly. They’re discussing how best to make sure I’m well fed and hydrated and my smile grows wider.

“You awake, little one?” Cam asks.

“Hmmm,” I say, clambering up onto my hands and knees, “and ready to be fucked, Alpha.”

“Yeah, you are,” Buzz says as I wiggle my arse in his direction. “Is it my turn, baby?”

“Yes,” I say. “You haven’t fucked me yet, Alpha, and I need your come in my belly.

“Shit,” he mutters, “shit, baby, you can’t talk like that. Those dirty words like that in your pretty mouth, in that prim and proper accent, will drive me insane.”

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