Page 65 of Knot My MC
The door closes.
“It’s just you and me, Kiks. Give me another one.” Jag tugs on my hair and grinds into me. “Let me hear that sweet little whimper.” His knot is thick and pulsing. With another devastating roll of his hips, my cunt throbs around him. I dig my nails into his back and a tiny peal of pleasure tumbles from my lips.
Jag thrusts again. “Good girl.”
Again and again, shock wave after shock wave, he makes me come. Each passing orgasm is harder to handle. I can hardly breathe as he takes me. I can’t think. All I can do is hold on to him and give him everything he asks for.
He asks for everything. He takes every last bit of pleasure he can get until my muscles give out and my legs collapse back onto the mattress. My nails have bitten into his skin but Jag doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, the harder I flex my fingers against his back, the more he likes it.
The final climax takes the longest. He works me through it slowly, edging me until I plead for mercy. With one last thrust, he gasps my name and spills the last of his cum inside of me. My final orgasm rocks through me, and this time I release a cry of pleasure, one that’s a half sob of relief and a half scream of delight.
“You did so good, Kiks,” he purrs, capturing my mouth with his.
I hum and lazily kiss him back, spent from the effort of taking him again. My mind is blank save for the heavy desire to fall into another deep sleep. I try to lift my hand to cup his face, but my muscles won’t budge. I don’t think my body is built to take this many orgasms. Jag gives me a final, chaste kiss and pulls out of me. I moan in protest and relief, and he chuckles.
Dropping onto the bed, he wraps his arm around me and tugs me into his side. I murmur unintelligible words and he shushes me.
“Let me take care of you.”
You already did, I want to say, but I can’t seem to form the words. Instead, I nuzzle into his hold and breathe him in. His hands stroke over my body, lulling me into a deep, peaceful sleep.
God it’s good to be an omega.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
KNOX
Even after a shower to wash away two plus days of being in the nest, we all still smell like Kiki. I love it. Her heat was a defining moment for me. I don’t know that I’ve ever enjoyed anything the way I enjoyed pleasing her. I’m glad we told her the truth. She asked the questions and we gave it to her straight. Lying never crossed my mind. You can’t lie to the person who has your heart.
I suspect the only reason she finally let us back in is because she knew we hadn’t deceived her. Like Jag said though, we’re a long way from making things up to her. It hurt me to leave her, but at least I knew why. She was left to wonder, and I can’t imagine how I’d feel if she disappeared on me. No calls. No texts. Not even traces of her scent.
She has no idea that we snuck into her house. We covered our scent and only ever went in while she was away or sleeping. Maybe if she had known what we were doing, it would have eased some of her pain.
There’s no point in wondering about the past, I know that, but my mind keeps trying to find ways to take away her hurt. But that’s the thing, I can’t take back what we did. Now, I can only give her every piece of me. I marked her as mine. As did Crow and Jag. She’s pack, and nothing has ever felt more right.
Kiki is still sleeping when someone knocks at our door. I nod at Jag and he opens it, revealing a grave-faced Rukus. He glances inside but smartly doesn’t comment on the way the apartment reeks of omega.
“We found the rat.”
“Where was he?” Jimmy went into hiding right after Kiran was killed, probably because the idiot realized we would find out he was feeding Wrecker information about our business. One thing about rats is they don’t stay hidden for long. They’ll always come out searching for food—or in Jimmy’s case, drugs.
“Holed up with Sneaky.” Kiki stirs in the bedroom and Rukus stiffens. “I can wait outside.” He’s a beta and knows how alphas can get around their omegas.
I’m not so mindlessly possessive that I’d hurt Rukus for being in the same room with her, but I might lose it if she comes out half-dressed and the probability of that is high considering I took all the clothes from the nest to start a load of laundry. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I clench my jaw. Rukus takes note and backs up.
“I thought Sneaky was in jail. I heard he got picked up for some tainted drugs.” Crow side-eyes me.
Usually I’m more in control, but when it comes to Kiki, I lose all sense of what it means to be sane.
“He made bail. He’s in with Jimmy.” Rukus takes another step away from the door.
“Where you going, Ruk?” Jag is such an asshole. He knows exactly why Rukus is ready to tuck tail.
The beta stops his retreat. “I, uh—”
The door to the bedroom opens and Jag, and Crow, and I all jerk our heads in that direction.
