Page 83 of Rut Bar

When he comes, she sags into the mattress with a deep sigh as his cock shuttles in and out of her while he works his load inside. “Hmm, that was good, baby.”

She purrs and lies there while he pumps one last spurt of seed out. I don’t like that she’s still awake. That was a good, long session, and she earned her rest, but she probably needs the stretch of a knot to get there. No wonder she has dark circles under her eyes. They’re only getting half the job done.

Jamie moves to lie down next to her, but he stops when I squeeze my hand on the back of his neck. Anthony looks up at me in surprise.

“Fist her,” I tell him.

“Huh?” Anthony arches a brow.

Veronica moves like she’s going to sit up. That she’s not babbling heat nonsense or passed out in her nest means she’s not deep enough in the right headspace for actual relief. No wonder she’s always so cranky. When was the last time she had a satisfying heat?

“Show me your nails,” I order.

Anthony holds a hand up and I’m pleased to see they’re neatly trimmed and short. I give him a nod, then sweep a hand toward her to tell him to proceed. “She needs the stretch.” I shrug. “Your hand will work. She’s got enough slick.”

“Hmm,” he says as he slides two fingers through the mess he’s made of her. He slicks his hand up, then works two fingers in. “I’ve added a couple of fingers before, but never a whole fist.”

“Like this.” I show him how to fold his hand so his fingers pinch together and make a taper. “Get all of that slick on you. Start with three fingers before you add the others.”

Veronica shifts. “Do I get a say—oh, God. Fuck. Fuck! It’s too much, it’s…” She pants, her eyes squeezing shut tightly, but her protests turn into whimpers and then moans.

“Shh, sweetheart.” I stroke her hair, ignoring the snarls and smoothing it out of her pretty face. “You’re made for this. It’s okay. Let go and enjoy it. Don’t tense up, it makes it worse.”

“F-fuck you,” she whimpers.

But the way her hips move with Anthony’s thrusting hand makes her protests a lie. The sight of his hand disappearing to the wrist inside her and the wet sounds her pussy makes leaves me breathless.

She’s perfect.

The inked hand thrusting in and out of her slick pink folds is obscene.

“Whoa,” Jamie says under his breath. “She’s taking his whole hand.”

“Fuck yeah she is. You like that, baby?” Anthony asks. “You like Daddy’s hand as much as a fat knot?” But he doesn’t give her a second to catch her breath. His hand works in and out of her stretched pussy, sinking deeper until she takes him to the wrist. “You’re such a good girl taking all of it. Are you going to come on my hand? I’m so damn deep inside you.”

Her answer is a series of unintelligible moans, and when she comes, it’s with a scream and a another gush of slick. Seconds later, Veronica’s snoring. She’s passed out with her ass in the air and Anthony’s fist buried in her satisfied cunt.

When Anthony moves to pull free, I put a hand on his shoulder and stop him. “Give her a minute. She needs this.”

Anthony nods, his eyes searching mine as he gets comfortable. “You know a lot about this stuff.”

I nod. “In high school, when they split us up by dynamic for health class, this is the stuff we learned about.”

“Really?” Anthony says. “Your health class sounds a lot more interesting than mine. All we learned about was how to roll a condom on a banana and how beta women have periods instead of heats.” Anthony looks at Jamie for confirmation.

Jamie ducks his head, his cheeks turning pink as he gives a sheepish grin. “I don’t know. I fell asleep a lot.”

Anthony snorts.

“What?” Jamie looks between us. “It was right after lunch, and they liked to make us watch videos in the dark. I always get sleepy after I eat carbs.” He frowns. “But I’m pretty sure I would have remembered learning about this.” He sweeps his hand out to gesture at the sleeping omega, then scratches his head. “I think.”

“It wasn’t this specific scenario,” I say, getting comfortable. “But I’ve learned how to apply the basics. She needs the stretching to feel completely satisfied. It makes her feel safe enough to actually rest. Once an alpha’s tied and bred her, he’s forced to protect her from his competitors.”

“Good to know.” Anthony strokes his free hand over the line of her back and we all listen to her dainty snores.

After a few minutes, Jamie’s stomach growls and we both glance at him. He gives us another bashful look. “I’m starving. Anyone want to eat?”

“Sure. I’d appreciate it,” I say. We’re going to need all the energy we can get to keep up with her.

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