Page 111 of Knot the One They Want

"That's it, sweet omega," he rumbles. "Straddle me."

As I sink down onto his length, he fills me completely. I cry out, arching my back as heat spears through me. Cole's hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I rock against him.

Meanwhile, Damien moves behind me, his breath hot on my neck. I feel his fingers between my cheeks, slick with lube, stretching and preparing me for what's to come. I clench around his digits, my inner walls fluttering. The sensation is new, but not unwelcome. The initial burn eases into a pleasant ache, and I find myself rocking against Cole's cock in a desperation to increase the friction.

They're filling me from both holes now, Damien's fingers pressing into me from one side, Cole's cock from the other. Oh, that feels so…

"She's ready," Damien grunts, and I know he's not just talking about my body.

Asher steps forward, taking his place on the bed, his length hardened and straining. I reach out, wrapping my hand around his girth and guiding him to my mouth. As I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting his musky saltiness, Damien presses the head of his cock between my cheeks and slowly pushes inside me from behind.

I choke on a moan around Asher's cock as Damien fills me, thick and relentless, not stopping until I feel the bulge of his knot. Asher's hands tighten in my hair, urging me to take more of him as he thrusts slowly into my mouth. Lake's fingers weave through mine, holding my hand tight as he presses heated kisses to my wrist.

It's too much, and yet, it's not enough. I want more.

"Damien," Lake's voice rumbles, firm and demanding as he begins to stroke himself. "Take her."

With a growl, Damien begins to move inside me, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts in a slow rhythm, clearly holdingback for my sake. He pulls out each time Cole thrusts up into me, an alternating, complementary rhythm that has me writhing. Asher picks up the pace, his hips snapping forward as he plunges into the warmth of my mouth. My head spins, the sensations overwhelming and exquisite.

"That's it, baby," Cole encourages, his hands guiding my hips as I ride him. "Take it all."

His knot keeps bumping up against my pussy, catching on the rim, but with Damien in my other hole, I can't take it. Not yet, anyway. I reach over, desperate for Lake, too. I replace his stroking hand with mine and run my fingers down over the precome beading on his tip, eagerly spreading it down over his thick shaft.

"Fuck, yes, baby girl," Lake snarls, his fingers sifting through my hair. "She feels so fucking good."

Asher moans his agreement as I take him deeper into my throat. So deep I feel the swell of his knot bump against my swollen lips.

Their grunts and growls fill the room, mingling with my whimpers and gasps. The bed groans beneath us, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall. The scent of our arousal and sweat fills the air, heady and intoxicating.

I'm surrounded by their heat, enveloped in their need. It's chaotic and beautiful, a symphony just for us. My body is alive with sensation, every nerve ending singing.

My hands explore, filled with an urgency that matches the men around me.I stroke Lake harder, more desperately, in time with the others' thrusts.

As Damien's thrusts increase in force, I cry out, my voice muffled around Asher's girth. Cole fills me completely, his knot slipping in finally. It's dizzying pressure, swelling against Damien's shaft in my other hole, and I can hardly take the burst of ecstasy it brings. Moving as one, the four of them take mehigher, their expert touch coordinating to push me closer to the edge once more.

I'm lost in a storm building like a tight coil in my core. My cries fill the room as they work me into a frenzy, the heat of their hunger matching my own.

"Look at me, baby," Lake rasps, his voice raw.

Through lust-heavy eyes, I meet Lake's gaze. His eyes, usually so warm and gentle, now smolder with darker desires. Every emotion he feels is laid bare in that moment—passion, possession, adoration.

It undoes me.

With a strangled cry around Asher's cock, I shatter, white spots dancing before my eyes. My body trembles uncontrollably, each one of them holding me as I fall apart in their arms. The aftershocks rolling through me seem to go on forever, driving me to cry out and writhe against them. I feel myself clenching and releasing around Cole and Damien, milking them as their own releases hit.

Cole grips my hips, his teeth gritted as he pushes into me once, twice more before he stills, unleashing a string of expletives. And as he spills himself inside me, Damien follows, moaning my name, urging me to take him as he knots inside me. I didn't even think it was possible to take both their knots at once, but fuck, it feels good.

Asher spills down my throat moments later, his fingers holding my nape as he buries himself in my mouth, riding out his release. Lake is the last, coming with a bitten-off shout, my hand still pumping him, our gazes locked together.

They cradle me, lowering me to the bed, covering me with their bodies in a possessive display, covering me in kisses until we're all too spent to do more than cling to each other, our hearts beating as one.

Lake's fingers trace idle patterns on my skin, his breath soft and even against my neck as he holds me. I sigh, boneless and utterly satisfied.

"Look at that," Asher says, a satisfied rasp to his voice as his hands tangle in my hair, my head resting against his heart. The steady rhythm of it taps against my cheek, soothing. "We finally came together as a pack."

A weary groan ripples through the tangle of us.

"I should punch you for that," Damien mumbles half-heartedly into the hollow of my neck and shoulder. "Fucking cheeseball."

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