Page 60 of Knot a Thief

My head spins.

“Knot me.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. And I’m feeling woozy again. The feeling comes and goes. Like I’ve had too much wine and then sober up.

My hips buck back against his bulging knot, chasing what he promises—everything I need.

Max lifts me off Silas’ face, letting him slip out from underneath me as Max growls in my ear, “You’re mine.”

I don’t respond to his possessive words or tone. Not before he knots me.

Alphas have a sense of authority over omegas that I prefer to quash.

Not right now, though. I’m a lot of things—but stupid isn’t one of them.

My stepfather disagrees.

I heard through the grapevine of his disgust with me about leaving Garrett Jameson.

“He’s a billionaire. And Avaline is a stupid girl and cost me a lot of money.” My sister Layla let me know.

“Come for me, Ava.” My mouth opens with a small gasp as he uses my name, not my designation this time. “And then I’ll reward you with my knot.”

I moan.

“And then I’ll knot you, little thief,” Silas adds.

And I cry out. “Please.”

Max covers my body as he rails into me as I struggle to remain on my hands and knees. He’s purring over me, trailing little kisses down my spine as he brings me to another mind-blowing orgasm.

And he still hasn’t knotted me.

My pussy is trying to pull him inside so I can milk him. But he doesn’t relent. He’s fucking me roughly as he presses my face against the nest, holding me in place.

“I’m in charge, omega.”

“Please. I need …” His thick knot presses against my entrance, and I push back against his knot. I’m going to anger the alpha, but I’ve come too many times and my desperation to feel being knotted before slipping over the edge and into a deep heat overwhelms me.

Seb’s read up on heats, knots, and omega needs. That’s why he’s so fucking perfect for me. He understands who his girlfriend is and wanted me to be knotted before my heat ever took hold.

I refused.

He was always willing to share me, but I never desired it.

Seb and I have had many discussions. He wanted to keep me and that meant accepting I’m an omega. And that's the reason I know he’s fine with me being with these two alphas right now.

He won’t believe me, but after my heat, I’m only his again.

Max pulls out, and I cry out as my empty pussy clenches around the fresh air.

“Please.” I want to cry as I fall to the bed, but I don’t. I don’t have time for tears. I shove two fingers inside myself, but I groan.

It’s not enough.

I’m so close that my walls are pulsing around my fingers, but I need so much more.

My gaze finds a naked but tattooed torso and arms of Silas standing on the opposite side of the nest. He is stroking his thick, long, heavy cock.

I lick my lips, wanting to taste him, and I’m about to beg him to take me when he picks me up and walks to the window, turning my back to his chest.

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