Page 22 of Knotty Pumpkin

“Words,” he says, his grip tightening and causing a wave of pleasure to roll through me, my omega loving the dominance in his voice and touch. Unable to control it, I perfume, my pumpkin spice scent thickening the air and causing Corey’s cock to twitch where he’s still seated inside me, waiting patiently.

“As much as that answers his question, Pumpkin, it’s still not words.”

“No, I haven’t,” I breathe through Noah’s grip on my throat. “Do it, double knot me. Please. I want both of you inside me.”

“You got it, Pumpkin.”

Noah’s hand remains on my throat, the other dipping between my thighs and pushing a finger into my pussy beside Corey’s cock, stretching me. Corey lets out a strangled moan as Noah inserts two fingers, then three.

His other hand remains around my throat as he pumps in and out a few times.

“Oh, you’re more than ready to take both of us, aren’t you Pumpkin? So wet.”

Corey’s arm around my waist tightens once more, lifting us as Noah withdraws his fingers and shimmies forward until the tip of his cock is pressed at my entrance.

Slowly, he works his way in, his hand never leaving my throat, applying a steady pressure there as he seats himself inside me beside Corey. The stretch is a delicious burn I never knew I craved. The light breathlessness from Noah’s grip around my throat adds to the overwhelming sensation and feeling of pure ecstasy running through my veins.

Somehow, the two of them find a rhythm and I find myself lost in a tsunami of pleasure, the feeling of bothof them moving together, of the three of us finding this pocket of peace and pleasure has tension coiling inside me at a phenomenal rate.

Noah’s grip tightens on my throat as he leans in to kiss me, restricting my air supply further as his tongue dances with mine in a clash of passion. He releases me, his mouth catching Corey’s over my shoulder as I watch.

Maybe it’s the sight of the two of them enjoying each other as much as they enjoy me, or the exquisite fullness of both of them inside me. Maybe it’s the lack of air and heat hormones. Whatever it is, that’s all it takes for me to explode once more, this orgasm hitting me like a freight train.

My pussy clamps down around them both and that’s all it takes to send Noah into a frenzy, his grip on my throat tightening as he breaks from Corey, thrusting into me harder and faster than before.

“Shit,” Corey curses from behind me. “He’s gone into rut. Are you alright, Pumpkin.”

“Good. Harder,” I moan, my voice a rasp through Noah’s grip. There’s no need for Corey to check in with me. I’m better than good. This is…phenomenal.

“Mine,” he growls, nipping my shoulder as he pounds into me. Corey remains still. Even through my heat hazeI can feel his wariness, his careful watch on the situation. Always the protector.

“No marking, Noah,” he barks as Noah tugs me closer to him, his teeth pressing harder against my skin.

Noah growls as a shudder of pleasure ripples through me in anticipation of his teeth breaking through my flesh and marking me as his.I want it.

But to my disappointment he listens to Corey, withdrawing his teeth and sucking hard instead, leaving a different kind of mark on me.

Noah doesn’t slow, his cock pounding into me over and over as my pleasure begins to build again, low in my stomach.

Corey begins to move again, finding a rhythm with Noah’s frenzied thrusts I wouldn’t have thought possible. Groaning my name as they come, they both push their swollen knots inside me with a final, punishing thrust.

The room dims, blackness creeping in on the edges of my vision as they stretch me, the pain almost too much, the size almost too big to lock us together. But they fit, my pussy adjusting to the both of them, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me as the one act triggers another release.

Noah releases my throat, his hand gently stroking my hair from my face and trailing down my shoulder to brush the hickey he left on my skin.

“Fuck, Pumpkin. This will be my mark. I promise you,” he purrs as the two of them shuffle us around, until we’re lying flat on the mattress.

I nod, and satiated for the moment, I let my eyes flutter closed. I feel the soft press of a kiss to my shoulder and the stroke of fingers down my arms as I drift off to sleep.

Laying here, in the arms of these two alphas, their knots still inside me and their coffee and marshmallow scents engulfing me, I realise I feel safe, at home.

Mates.

Chapter Fourteen

Saylor’s pumpkin spice slick coats my face as my tongue circles her clit before plunging inside her hot, tight pussy. Her thighs tighten around my head as a wave of pleasure rolls through her, a violent tremble wracking her body.

“Oooohh,” she screams as my tongue strokes her through it, lapping up every goddam drop of her liquid gold, not letting a single bit go to waste. Liftingmy head as she relaxes, I place a soft kiss to her inner thigh, my eyes trailing up the length of her body, before landing on her face.

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