Page 88 of Knot My Sin

“I want to fuck your ass, Everest. Wren, can I fuck you into him?” Amb asks.

“Why does that sound so hot?” she asks, shivering despite the warm air and water. Wren perfumes for us, making my cock get even harder. Fuck, my knot is getting impatient, but the fucker is going to have to wait.

Just a little longer.

“My ass feels a little empty,” I tease her, kissing her lips. “I won’t have as much control as he fucks me, Lemon Drop. Amb fucks hard and deep. You’re going to get my knot when he fucks me. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes,” she says, her cheeks flushed and happy. My heart flips at the sight. This girl is stealing pieces of my heart without even trying. She can keep them. I have plenty of love to give.

Pushing off from the wall, I turn to lay her back against it. Shivering, she gives me a wicked smile as Amb pulls my ass cheeks apart and spits on my hole to get me ready. I don’t need foreplay, I’m a greedy little whore to have my ass filled by my alpha. Amb stands once he’s satisfied with his work, covering my back with his body as he rocks his cock between my cheeks.

“You’re always so tight,” Amb praises me with gritted teeth as he pushes his thick tip into my hole. “Fuck, the reason I fuck you so hard, is because I’m always worried I won’t last. Goddamn, Wren. I hope you’re ready for this.”

Wren doesn’t have time to ask what he means before he braces his hand by her head on the wall and grips my hip in a punishing grip. His cock splits my ass wide as I groan, pushing me deeper into Wren’s tight pussy. Amb controls my thrusts as he fucks me, and my knot is soon at her entrance.

“Wren,” I groan, burying my face in her throat. Her thundering pulse is wild as she claws at my back.

“Give it to me, Everest, it’s mine. I want it,” she rasps, her pussy clamping around me as she comes for me.

When she demands it like that, my control shreds.

Grunting, as Amb fucks my knot into her pussy, my eyes roll as she begins to pull me in. I wasn’t a saint in my teenage years, but no amount of fucking around with omegas before I met Flynn prepared me for Wren. Her pussy sucks my knot slowly in, pulsing around me.

“Wren,” I whimper, holding her tightly.

“I feel it,” she gasps. “Everest, I need your bite. Please, fuck. Everest!”

Her breathless scream could have been Shaw’s alpha bark due to how much power is in it. I’m helpless as I kiss and suck on her throat, my teeth worrying and sinking into her skin. It’s not enough to bond her, and my omega digs her heels into my ass with impatience. Goddamn it. I’m such a fool. Going slow with this girl is impossible.

As my knot stretches out her pussy achingly slowly, I decide to mark her with my bite on her breast. Moving back my head as much as I can, I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, refusing to give either of us time to change our mind.

Mine.

My instincts kept telling me she was mine, and I refused to accept it. I’ll never turn her away again. I taste blood on my tongue, but somehow she tastes sweet and delicious. My knot slides the last inches into her pussy as Amb teases me with his knot, making me shudder. Fuck, he feels so good, and every nerve ending inside of me is standing up at attention.

“Does her blood taste as good as I dream about,” Amb whispers in my ear. Blood doesn’t usually do it for me, but knowing this ties us together forever is everything.

The bond slowly falls into place, but it won’t be complete until Wren claims me back. I’m so close to coming, I nuzzle her breast as Amb forces me to thrust into her at a punishing pace. Wren’s moans and screams are so damn sweet. God, I don’t want this to end. Not yet.

“You scream so prettily for us. You’re taking my knot so well,” I moan.

“It feels so good,” she confesses. “I love watching Ambrose’s face as he fucks you. Does it feel good?”

“Yeah, baby. It’s incredible. I’m so close to coming,” I groan. “Do you want to lay your claim on me, Wren? Pick a spot, it’s your choice. Please.”

“Yes, I want that. So much,” Wren says, words beginning to fail her as her chest heaves.

Hugging her tightly to me, I love the desperate kisses she places along my skin until she finds a place to nuzzle with her cheek. Wren scent marks me possessively, purring as she begins to come again for me.

“That’s it, Wren. I want to be able to smell your slick for days afterward,” I grunt, my knot beginning to inflate more.

“Oh fuck!” she screams. “I feel so full.”

“You can take it, honey,” Amb consoles. “I promise you’re made for his big, thick knot. You look so gorgeous and flushed. Bite him, Wren. Make him yours, and he’ll fill you up with his cum.”

Wren sucks on the spot on my shoulder where it meets my throat, making my knot pulse inside of her. Goddamn, she’s going to kill me. Her skin glows rosy and full of arousal, her greedy cunt so wet, I can hear it as I rock my hips with each of Amb’s thrusts.

He’s close. I can tell as his body starts to tremble as he holds me tightly. No one is going to rush Wren though as she makes one of the biggest decisions in her life. If she refuses to bite me, the mark will sit half completed, and I’ll wait for her to be ready. But I don’t think that’s going to happen.

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