Page 57 of Knot My Sin

Shaw snores softly, and I glance down to see he’s asleep already.

“God, I love heats,” I murmur, smiling. It’s messy, hot, and always an enjoyable experience.

Usually.

My smile falls off my face as I think about how messed up Wren’s heat was. I don’t want her to fear us, but even then we need to work to get her to forgive us.

“You’re thinking really loudly, Everest,” Wren says sleepily, blinking to wake up.

“Sorry,” I grunt, glancing over at her. “Thanks for staying with him. He can’t be reasoned with in a heat. So Flynn gets what he wants.”

“As it should be,” she says, smiling. “We were just hanging out and I was helping him with his nest one moment, and the next he was kissing me.”

“Was any of it too much?” I ask, frowning. “Flynn would have stopped if you told him to.”

“It wasn’t like that,” she murmurs. “It just felt nice to kiss him. I enjoyed it, and then I got swept along. Sex has always been really painful and manipulative, but with Flynn it was sweet and fun.”

“We aren’t always so intense,” I tell her. “A heat is all about making sure our omega is getting what he or she needs. Flynn’s heats tend to build like a fire that’s fed, but every omega is different.”

Her brow furrows as she thinks about that, nodding. “Flynn wanted to give me the experience of a knot without it hurting before he got distracted,” Wren says. She looks intrigued by it before she shrugs. “I was enjoying myself so much, I was going to let him try.”

“You’d rather have his fist than one of us?” I ask her. I have no business feeling hurt. I led the bandwagon to kick her out, but a part of me is sad an alpha did his damndest to break her.

“Alphas have strings, feelings, barks,” Wren says as she plays with Flynn’s hair. “He just wants to give me what my body insists that I need. There are a lot of days where I hate being an omega.”

“I love that you’re one,” I admit. “Wren, you’re exactly who you’re supposed to be. Every day, you get stronger, more sure of yourself. I think the best part was when you told Amb not to fuck things up.”

Flushing, she chuckles lightly. Wren has Flynn sprawled over her body, and she’s laying against a mountain of pillows. Her nipples are a deep pink, her breasts perfect handfuls. Forcing myself to breathe as my appreciation fills the air, I keep my eyes on her face, so my gaze won’t continue to move its way down where I know I’ll see her beautiful, slick pussy.

“I was worried about Flynn,” Wren says absently. “I know you wouldn’t leave him alone during his heat, it just felt risky to leave when he was so close.”

“It was,” I admit. “Usually he would have had another three days before his heat hit. I don’t know why this happened.”

“Is it my fault?” she asks hesitantly.

“No,” I grunt. Is it possible that she set off his heat earlier? Maybe. I don’t want her to feel responsible. “You helped him until we made it back.”

“How much worse does it get for him?” Wren asks.

“When he wakes up, he’s going to want the three of us to knot him,” I tell her. “Flynn has waves where he won’t know what’s going on, outside of begging for knots and our cum. It gets messy.”

“How… I don’t think I understand,” she says, her face scrunched up adorably. Fuck, our omega is cute.

“Flynn likes for us to come on his face,” Amb says, walking into the nest. There’s an attached bathroom, and he’s slowly toweling off. Wren’s mouth drops as she takes in his loose, wet hair and his six pack of abs.

Yeah, he’s fucking gorgeous.

“Don’t catch flies there, Lemon Drop,” I tease her. Her mouth shuts closed with a click as she teasingly glares at me. “So damn cute.”

Wren rolls her eyes at me even though I didn’t mean for that to slip out. I can feel the exhaustion starting to pull at me, yawning.

“Flynn likes to be drenched in cum,” Shaw mumbles as he snuggles closer to me. “You may as well know what you’re in for, Sweetness. With this many dicks, you may get some on you.”

“I’m not scared of your cum,” she snaps, looking down at Flynn as if deciding if she wants to escape his cuddles. “I’m handling being sandwiched between you all just fine.”

“You sure are, Lemon Drop,” I soothe, though my shit-eating grin isn’t endearing me to her at all. “Do you want to take a break? Maybe shower? He may not notice when he wakes up that you’re gone because he’ll be desperate for knots.”

“And apparently cum,” she says, smirking. “I don’t know what all of this is like, but it was nice to see.”

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