Page 60 of Knot My MC
“Taken care of.” Jag yanks me out of Knox’s arms, holding me tightly against his chest and purring as I nestle into the hug. “I don’t know if I can ride with her like this.”
“You have to,” Knox’s voice is gravelly. “Let’s go before we lose all sense and spend two days rutting in Betty’s parking lot.”
Alphas can lose control as much as an omega can.
Jag tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip on his shirt. “Please don’t let me go.” The pain is too much without their touch.
“We need to get on the bike.” He pulls me off of his body. The moment Jag lets go of me, my body protests. That god awful heat sweeps over me and the ache in my core doubles. Before he’s even adjusted himself on the bike, I climb on and wrap myself around him, pressing my cheek into his back.
“Helmet,” he growls.
“I’ll do it.” Crow eases my helmet on. I want to protest because I love the feel of Jag’s back on my cheek, but they won’t let me ride without one. His fingers brush over my neck and I sigh in relief. “Be careful,” he tells Jag.
I writhe against Jag, desperately trying to relieve the pressure building between my legs. It hurts. It’s uncomfortable. I need it to stop. I need them.
“Hurry,” I whimper.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
JAG
I am not careful. I break speed limits all the way home, racing to get Kiki somewhere safe. But it’s not only her we have to worry about. The moment her heat hits full force, we’ll be fucked. The sooner she’s in the nest we built for her, the safer we’ll all be.
The gate to the clubhouse is open and we screech to a stop once we’re inside. We ignore everyone and head directly to the apartment. When we were building out the suite, we had a secret room added and told the contractor it was going to be the panic room. The guys and I have spent the past three years adding to the nest. Sometimes it’s a pillow we find when we’re out shopping. Sometimes it’s one of our shirts. Sometimes it’s sentimental decorations that reminded us of her.
Sometimes it’s things we’ve stolen from her—like the beanie I took last week before the auctions.
There’s a shrine of her things inside the nest and I can only hope she doesn’t think it was weird of us to take her things. Even I can admit it was creepy, but what else were we supposed to do?
We head into Crow’s room and he holds his closet door open, pushing the hidden door behind his clothes. Knox shoves the hangers aside and I drag Kiki in after me. Her eyes flick around the room, taking in the double bed, mounds of pillows and blankets, the stack of shirts we all set aside for her, the half-moon lights lining the top of the dark blue-gray walls, and finally the shelf of random things that belong to her. The hat. A necklace. Thongs. A CD from when she was little. Her favorite book. We’ve taken enough over three years for the shelf to be overflowing.
The nest was built specifically with her in mind, and when she turns around to face us, I know we’ve hit the mark. She’s not mad. Her eyes mist and she reaches for us. We wrap her in a giant hug, bathing in her scent. A purr rumbles in my chest, and I run my hand down her spine, delighting in the way she writhes at my touch.
Without speaking, she drops to her knees and reaches for my pants. I catch her hands with a growl, and she gazes up at me with wide eyes.
“As much as I want my cock in your mouth, you come first.” I pull her to her feet and grab the bottom of her shirt. “Help me out, fellas.” I take her shirt off, revealing full breasts in a simple black bra.
Knox pulls down her shorts and Crow undoes the bra, sliding the straps down her arms while Knox helps her step out of her bottoms. Kiki clothed is a damn sight, but Kiki naked? She’s a fucking work of art.
“Damn.” Knox runs his hand up her leg, teasing his fingers over her slick covered thigh. “She’s soaking wet.”
Kiki arches into his touch and he indulges her, dipping his finger into her heat. She sucks in a breath and reaches out for me.
“Put her on the bed,” I tell them, ripping off my clothes. Knox was the first to touch her. I’ll be the first to taste her, and Crow can be the first to knot her. As her pack, we’ll share all of her firsts.
Her body is flushed crimson, breasts heaving as the guys help her lie down. Knox claims her nipple and Crow takes her mouth. I palm my cock and drop to my knees. Her skin is soft beneath my touch as I wrench her legs apart. She opens beautifully, baring her cunt for me.
“Such a pretty pussy.” I run my finger through her slick. Her thigh tenses beneath my other hand when I caress her clit. I tease her with my fingers for a moment before running the flat of my tongue over her slit. Has she ever been touched like this? A growl rumbles in my chest at the thought and she releases a strangled sound.
“Yesss.” She lifts her hips, urging, grinding, needing. I don’t think she has experienced this before, and that only makes me work harder, relentlessly flicking my tongue over her clit. She tastes like heaven on my tongue, sweet and perfectly mine.
I slip two fingers inside of her and stretch her walls, preparing her for Crow. Her thighs clamp around my head and lock me in place. I smile against her and then set to work, curling my fingers while I torture that sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her hips start to rock. I gladly let her take control, loving the way her slick covers me. I should have let her sit on my face. Next time. I scrape my teeth over her before taking her clit into my mouth and sucking gently. Her walls tighten around my fingers and she screams. I look up at her, catching the way Crow devours her cries with a kiss. Her cum coats my tongue, and I swallow it, cleaning her before nibbling my way up to her other nipple.
My thigh presses between her legs, and she shamelessly writhes against it, soaking it with her slick and chasing another orgasm. So damn needy. I bite down on her nipple and ignore my pulsing cock. It’s Crow’s turn.
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