Page 79 of Knot Forgotten

“I got a hit!” Cam says. His fingers tap out on the screen like he is going for some sort of world record for the fastest texter. “Rockefeller State Park has a cabin. Secluded, and all the normal nesting items. Guarantee descented after each stay.”

“Perfect.” I press my foot down on the gas, shooting down I-95 while Cam connects to the dash for the directions.

I am at the edge of my restraint by the time we pull up in front of our cabin for the next few days. And I’m not the only one. The cabin looks new, built over the last few years, if I had to guess. The burst of fresh air clears my head as I make my way to the cabin. It isn’t really as secluded as the internet says. On the same land as the huge homestead that still stands. It is visible along with several other cabins.

It is fine, though. Because none of us are going to last much longer. Her perfume has taken on a drugging sweetness that makes me want to strip her down and give her what she wants. As it is, Blake and Riley have kept her calm by touch alone, but that won’t last much longer.

I push into the cabin; a small sitting room with a little kitchenette is at the entrance. Two doors are off the tiny area, one to a bathroom, the other to a rustic nest. Soft pillow panels that are probably a pain to get perfume and musk out of line the walls. The floor is soft. It surrounds a raised dais large enough for a pack much bigger than ours. And is covered in pillows and blankets. The fairy lights on the ceiling look more like stars as if the park is leaning into the whole secluded cabin feel.

I head back to the door and wave them in. We hadn’t wanted to bring our omega into a space that wasn’t good enough. But this is perfect, more than perfect, considering our options. The backseat of the Bronco on the side of the road, or some motel that would just be beds, not a nest.

Riley lifts Erin out of the back seat. She is so far gone that her irises barely have any color at all now. Pure need. A need each of us are willing to answer.

Once the door is closed and locked, I follow my pack into the nest, shutting us inside. Riley sets Rin on her feet, and she pouts up at him. He loosens the tie until it falls from her wrists.

“Who do you want?” he asks.

She blinks at him, attempting to process the words, I’m sure. I’ve never been present in a heat, but if the textbooks are right, she is all omega hormones right now. And she has all the control because our alphas only want to please her.

‘You,’ she signs, proving that she isn’t past the point of words.

Then she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it off. Tossing it to the side, she unhooks her bra and removes that too. Her leggings and panties follow quickly once she kicks her shoes off.

Riley and I have seen her naked, and she is as perfect as she was then. The way Blake and Cam take her in, the hunger in each of their eyes growing, tell me this is a first for both of them.

She lays down and beckons Riley closer. He quickly sheds his clothes. The wound he received earlier is still bleeding a little with each movement. I hope they can get blood out because I don’t see him stopping or getting attention for that until this is said and done.

He falls to his knees between her legs, a place each of us wants to be. But we hold ourselves back, waiting for her. I know from reading about it that heats can last days and are just mindless rutting at some points—the instinct inside of each alpha to breed their omega while they are fertile.

And breeding her sounds like fucking paradise to my clouded thoughts.

Riley wastes no time, and I’m as transfixed as I was the last time I watched them. He lifts her off the blankets and puts a pillow beneath her ass. Gripping her thighs wide, each of us can see how ready she is. He lines himself up and sinks into her, and my cock jumps like it’s me and not him.

He moans loudly, just like last time. I assume it is because he can’t truly hear himself, but it’s hot. Not that any of us are into guys. We’ve talked about that when we decided we would be a pack. Some packs are with each other and their omega. We just want our omega. I hope she can handle all the attention.

The way her head is pressing into the cushions, her whimpering mindlessly, and fingernails making marks on Riley’s back all say that she is willing to try.

“Deeper,” she gasps as she thrusts up onto him from the cushions, taking what she wants.

Cam moans with him, his hand rubbing himself through his pants. I don’t bother with that modest shit and pull my cock out. Stroking myself with matching strokes like Riley. Squeezing my knot and crown. I am on the fucking edge, just watching them again.

My balls tighten, and as Riley knots into her, I explode, shooting my load all over the closest blanket. He sinks his teeth into her throat, renewing the mark he left on her before, securing it onto her in her heat. They both gasp at the same time, and I want to know what they feel.

My cock grows heavy again as Riley’s knot allows him to slip out. Our knots have shorter lives in a rut, and our body chemistry is more concerned with how much sperm we can fill our omega with rather than keeping it inside. Just the thought fills me with even more need.

CHAPTER 42

Erin

It is like a burning wildfire beneath my skin. Every nerve ending is alive and malfunctioning. I don’t even know how much time has passed since we arrived.

Matt locks into me, and my greedy pussy clenches the shit out of him. Because, fuck, I need more.

Every single atom in my body is focusing purely on sensation. On the need that is riding me hard. Having Riley’s mark on my neck, his emotions in my head, and the sensations he is feeling along with my own is amazing. So when Matt bites me, I arch into it. The air leaves my lungs in a gasp as the connection between us clicks into place.

I can feel all of him, including what he feels when I clench around him. I do it multiple times until he hisses out a moan through his teeth. His sweaty forehead presses to mine, and I love it. But I need more.

He senses my feelings through the bond as much as I can feel his. When his knot loosens and he slips out easily, I collapse on the cushion, sinking into it. My gaze finds each of my guys, checking in as much as I mentally can right now. Cam is still fully dressed, the wall holding him up as he watches everything. Although, his musk of a passing storm is strong in the small room, and it is clear he is affected by the bulge in his pants.

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