Page 147 of Knot My Sin

“No coming until you’re knot deep inside of her,” I growl, making Amb groan. He knows I’m making the rules today, not him.

“You’re killing me,” he breathes. I can see her ass spreading wide, his knot angry and full as it starts to get sucked inside of her.

Chest heaving, tears stream down her cheeks, but out of frustration and not pain as we use her as a beautiful little fuck toy. She’s so much more than us. She’s ours, and we’re never letting her go.

Not to be outdone by Amb as his breaths get shorter as he knots Wren, I spread my legs as wide as I can while planting my feet flat on the mattress, thrusting up into her tight cunt as I pull her down on my knot.

“Ah! Yes! Please, knot!” Wren screams mindlessly as the last of my knot slides into her pussy with a pop.

Locked in, I groan as she comes around our knots. I can feel the haze of a beautiful omega wrapped around me, and the room smells of blueberries, nutmeg, and oranges as Amb and I find our release.

I’m riding the edge of a rut, but I keep it in check as my hips jerk up into her. The bullet rolls off the bed and onto the carpet, forgotten as I lean up to kiss her. Amb sucks and kisses her neck, teeth indenting into her skin, but not enough to claim her.

He’s also riding the high of being with Wren, but we’re not beasts. We’re still in control.

“Amb, bite,” Wren begs, making me wince as he closes his eyes. I know he said that he wanted to wait until her heat, but goddamn I hate how sad she sounds.

“Shh, baby. I got you,” I whisper, biting her. Wren sighs in relief, coming one last time before she sags against the rope holding her up. Ambrose releases her from the rope, freeing her wrists completely, and I gather her to me.

Together as if we’ve been doing it for years with her, Amb and I turn to cuddle her, since we’ll be knotted to her for a while. Kissing her forehead, I whisper, “You did so good, baby. We’ve got you. Now sleep.”

Her eyes droop immediately even though I didn’t use my alpha bark, her breaths evening out as she falls asleep.

“She's perfect,” Amb sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“She is,” I agree. “I need you to figure your shit out before you hurt her again.”

“I promise,” he says. “I’ll talk to her when she wakes up.”

WREN

Blinking awake, I feel Amb’s warmth around my back. Smiling, I see that Everest is gone, but I’m still in very good company. I’m deliciously sore after being knotted by both of my alphas, but I have to say I’d do it again.

Except… is Amb really mine?

“Your scent changed,” Amb rumbles at my back. “What are you thinking about?”

Turning, I face him nervously. “You didn’t bite me,” I say tenuously. “I guess I’m just confused.”

“It’s not because I don’t want to, Wren,” he murmurs, kissing my nose. “I meant it when I said I wanted to bite you during your heat.”

“But… why wait?” I ask with a pout.

Staring at me, he nods. “Valid question, honey. At first, I was glad we were waiting, because our job isn’t the safest one. Crowson was burning down our warehouses and things were a little tough,” he says. I didn’t realize things had been so bad, but it explains why he was so tightly wound.

“So I started to go down a rabbit hole of thoughts,” he admits. “It’s really hard when an omega loses their mate. Alphas have been known to lose their minds, or are forever broken. Just look at Crowson. But some omegas follow their mates into death.”

“I’m still not following,” I rasp, nose wrinkling.

“I was stupid,” he sighs. “I started thinking that if any of us died in this war with Crowson, it should be me, because we weren’t bonded yet. It would hurt less. But the guys helped me see how ridiculous that is.”

“Because you’re still bonded to an omega,” I whisper. Flynn.

“Yeah. See, amidst all of those thoughts was the driving force that I’m the fuck up,” he says, surprising me. “I always have a hard time getting it right with you.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” I say. “Our date was incredible. You’re not a mind reader, nor should you have to be. If I want something, I need to say it. And one more thing? I’m not going anywhere.”

Ambrose gives me the most beautiful smile, kissing me hard before he picks me up off the bed and begins to walk us to the shower. I’m covered in my slick and their cum, and probably need one.

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