Page 38 of Knotting Before Them

“Her whimpers make me so hard.” I hear Wylder’s voice.

I looked over my shoulder to find Wylder and Noah had joined us. They just went downstairs to grab a couple of sodas for us and arrived in the middle of this whole thing.

“Theo can’t stay away from her pussy for five minutes,” Noah chuckled. “Every time I look, he’s between her legs.”

“You just want a turn,” Theo mumbled, the vibration of his voice making it even better.

“She goes crazy when we take turns,” Wylder mused.

Noah walked to my side, and I turned to look at him, moaning when Theo swirled his tongue just the way I liked and slowly pumped two fingers into me.

“You like when we can’t wait to have you, sunshine? When we need to take turns because everyone wants to drink from you?”

I nodded frantically. I loved when they passed me around like dessert, fighting over who got to stay longer with their tongue in my pussy. It drove me insane when the two waiting for their turns reached for their cocks, pumping until their knots were so big, they couldn’t take it anymore and sprayed cum all over me.

It never got old.

Noah chuckled and grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder. I heard Theo protesting, but it was short-lived when Noah threw me onto the bed and ripped the dress from my body.

“Noah!”

It was part annoyance. I really loved that dress, but part of me also loved it when they went full alpha.

Noah swiped up a long lick between my folds, and I released a moan, grabbing his hair as he circled my clit and pushed three fingers inside, testing my limits.

“God!” I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

“She’s so responsive,” Wylder grunted.

I opened my eyes to find Theo at the edge of the bed, his cock in his hand as he watched me with so much lust, it undid me.

Wylder wasn’t far, ditching his last bit of clothing and kneeling in bed right beside my head. I thought he was going to feed me his cock, but instead, he pumped into my breasts, playing withmy nipples with his tip. I whimpered every time I felt the cold twinge of the piercings.

They were my everything. Every time we came together was incredible. They knew exactly how to draw an orgasm out of me, playing with my fantasies in a way I’d never imagined.

Wylder took Noah’s place, and Theo took the opportunity to close his mouth around my nipple, biting ever so gently until my back was arching off the bed.

I was complete now. Like Noah said, inside of me lived all the versions of myself, and when I could finally see that, my creativity unlocked.

I finished the mountain, a piece still showing in a gallery in New York. After that, I just kept going. The boys turned one of our many bedrooms into a studio, and I continued to create at a speed I never thought possible.

I could say they were the last piece of my puzzle. I could say it was love, but the truth was bigger than that.

Their acceptance triggered mine. I looked in the mirror every day satisfied with the person looking back. I didn’t feel like I needed to prove anything to anyone, and I was truly free to be the artist I was meant to be.

Freedom was a funny thing. To me, it didn’t mean traveling around the world without roots, but waking up in our house, in our huge bed, with the three of them.

Freedom was to paint, sculpt, and create what I wanted, what my heart felt it was time to create.

Freedom was not being self-conscious of my accent, of who I was, of the way I grew up.

Freedom was us. It was experiencing life in the most intense way and laying my head every night on a warm chest.

They passed me around until I came three times, and eventually, they all did too, painting me with cum.

Home.

I was finally home.

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