Page 102 of Knot My Sin

The alphas purr at my sentiment as I walk, and a part of my broken soul fits into place. It may not be exactly where it was before, but it’s where it’s meant to be now.

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FLYNN

The light plays in the space left between the leaves of the branches as we swing, winking in and out. It’s been four days since we surprised Wren, and she’s been a little tornado of joy as she splits her time between being in the swing outside with me or a couple of our alphas or in her nest.

The true test of how well we did is that she’s started rearranging things, stealing a hoodie that she loves from one of the alphas, and making it her own. I didn’t want the room to stay sterile and without character. Wren needs to put her stamp of approval on it, and this is how she’s doing it.

We’ve also taken a couple of baths together in her new bathroom. Sure, they usually end up with us having sex after I clean her up, but I have to admit it’s relaxing. Shaw even got his big ass in there with her, and admitted he could see the appeal of it.

Smirking, I glance over at Wren as we swing. Her eyes are closed, basking in the warmth of the weather and the shade. She took her aptitude test yesterday, and was super nervous about it.

My little omega stopped attending school at ten years old for obvious reasons, though her reading and writing skills were advanced for her age at the time. Wren is smart, and I knew she’d be fine to take the exam. It focuses on finding her strengths, so she can learn what jobs or opportunities may be best for her.

It’s not at all a normal test meant to learn where she may be lacking. She’s perfect in every way.

Wren’s eyes open to glance over at me, looking serene and relaxed. I rarely get to see her like this, and I grin at her.

“I don’t want to move,” I confess. “Can we just be bumps on a log together?”

“Shaw went to work with Ambrose, and Everest is planting flowers, so I don’t know why not,” she says with a giggle. “There’s so many pillows in this swing, it’s like a giant bed.”

She’s not wrong, the swing is flat, with a raised area for your head. We found pillows in cream and teal, and it’s a huge fluffy oasis. Wren and I fell asleep out here last night together and Shaw and Ambrose carried us inside. They teased us about it this morning, but otherwise were fine with it. We’ve also been eating outside more, and I know we’ll be enjoying this space together.

“Perfect,” I groan. “Come snuggle. I need you closer.”

Wren giggles, scooting carefully over to lay her head on my bare chest, despite how it makes the swing rock from side to side. We’re finally out of the wet season where it rains for days on end, so the plants will flourish, and we’ll have time to cover our swing if it does. I don’t have to worry about anything at all.

“Your hair is so soft,” I mumble, sliding my fingers through it. “God, you’re so pretty.”

Wren tips her head back so I can kiss her, and it’s a soft brush of my lips against hers, until I turn to pull her tighter to me so I can deepen the kiss. She perfumes for me, rubbing her thighs as she whines.

“Darling, you never have to hurt with me,” I growl into her ear. My growls aren’t as potent as our alphas’, but she still whimpers for me when I pull her pretty dress up her thighs.

I want to tell her to stop wearing underwear, since it’s clear there’s slick already darkening the slim patch of material covering her pussy. Wrapping my hand in the waistband of her panties, I snap them off of her in a rare form of dominance. I don’t have to be the one who has to have my way, I just typically get it as an omega.

Just like I plan to be inside her sweet, slick pussy now.

“Ride me, Wren,” I tell her as I kiss her until she’s breathless. “You smell so good, baby. Ride my face, and then my cock.”

“Yes,” she says, her chest starting to heave. Pulling the straps of her dress down, I spend a moment sucking on both of her nipples, moaning as they stiffen into peaks for me.

“Ride me just like that, Wren. No one is around to see… just Everest. Do you want him to see you ride my mouth as the slick smears across my face?” I ask, kissing down her neck to suck on a sensitive spot.

The flush spreading across her gorgeous tits and her shiver tell me exactly how much she wants it.

“Up you go, Wren,” I murmur, my hands wrapping around her waist to lift her onto my face. Her answering squeal makes me smirk as she pulls her dress out of the way. “I plan to make you scream, Little One. I hope you’re ready.”

Pulling her tightly over my face, I open my mouth wide to lap and suck and eat her out. Her pretty noises spur me on to squeeze and massage her ass cheeks, groaning at her sweet taste.

Fuck, I’m a lucky man.

Her dress falls over my face so I can’t see anything, but the swing still rocks from side to side as she rides me.

“Leave the little omegas alone for a few minutes, and they find fun ways to pass the time,” Everest growls as he walks closer. He smells of fresh earth from gardening and heather. It should be an odd combination, but it’s not. “God, Lemon Drop, you’re a damn vision playing with your tits. Give me a taste?”

“Yes…yes, alpha,” she gasps as my lips suck hard on her tight little nub. She’s so damn responsive and perfect.

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