Page 33 of Knotty Pumpkin

Saylor is it for us.

As I enter the nest and place her things by the door, Noah is undressing Saylor and helping her into the shower. I lean against the door frame, watching as he strips down too and helps her wash, his softer, nurturing side coming out for our omega. All three of us are quiet as he shampoos and conditions her hair before moving on to wash her body.

“You gave us quite the scare, Pumpkin,” I say, as Noah finishes washing her hair and body and shuts the water off. Moving further into the space, I pick up a fluffy towel, holding it out to her as she steps out of space.

“I know. And I’m sorry for frightening you, but I got him. He’ll be locked away for good now. Sargeant Hudson said his confession was the piece of evidence the prosecution didn’t have before and is enough for a retrial.”

“You were very brave, Saylor. But you didn’t have to do it alone. We could have helped you,” Noah says, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“Fine,” he grumbles, wrapping his own towel around his waist. “Maybe I’d have tried to stop you.”

“You would have,” Saylor says, nodding her agreement. I offer her my hand, and she takes it as I lead the way to the giant bed. “Then he might still be out there. I… I couldn’t live with that hanging over my head. Not when I’d just found you both and finally felt safe again.”

“I get it,” I say as Noah lies down and helps Saylor down next to him, pulling her back flush to his chest and wrapping his arms around her tightly. Tonight was hard on all of us, but Noah took Saylor’s injuries particularly hard, his warring emotions still tumbling down our bond. “That protective instinct takes over and you’ll do anything to protect yours and your own. We’ve both experienced it and can understand what led you to take this on, on your own. Can I tell you something, Pumpkin?”

She nods, her chocolate brown eyes wide and shining with unshed tears. The already blooming bruise and wound on her cheek has my inner alpha growling with unrestrained rage, but I push it down, instinctively knowing that’s not what she needs right now.

Pulling my Barney costume over my head and dropping it on the floor, I climb into the bed and lie down facing her, gently dropping my arm over her waist and looking directly into her gorgeous brown eyes.

“You are ours now, no matter how short a time has passed. You are the missing piece to our puzzle, and we want you here, safe, with us.”

“He’s right, Saylor. You complete our pack, and we hope you choose to stay with us.”

Her gorgeous pumpkin spice scent bursts around us, thick and heady, filling the room with her arousal and causing Noah to groan.

“Naughty Pumpkin. You need to rest,” he growls as he buries his face in her hair, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm, screw rest. I’d rather be a knotty pumpkin and lose myself in ecstasy with the pair of alphas I’m falling in love with.”

Her admission floors me, the raw heat of her words flowing through my body as my brain catches up. She’s falling in love with us.

“Fuckkkk, Saylor. I’m falling for you too, honey,” I purr, pressing my lips to hers with unbridled passion.

“I think I started falling for you the night we brought you back here, Pumpkin,” Noah murmurs into the crook of her neck.

She moans into my mouth as Noah’s hand pushes between our bodies, pulling her towel out of the way and tossing it across the room before skating down between her thighs. Her nipples harden as she presses her breastsagainst my chest, arching as Noah teases her clit. His wrist brushes across my own hardened length and I groan, my own toasted marshmallow scent thickening with lust.

Pulling my lips from hers, I kiss my way down her body, stopping to nip and suck at each of her nipples.

“Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” Noah asks. “No one would blame you if you needed time.”

“I’m fine. The painkillers the paramedics gave me have done wonders. I don’t need time,” she gasps breathily. “I just need you.”

Not needing to be told twice, I continue my journey down her body, kissing and tasting every inch of her skin as Noah continues to work her clit.

By the time I reach her gorgeous pussy, it’s glistening with slick, the sheets beneath her soaked with the evidence of her need for us. Noah’s hand slides up her waist, pinching her nipples before easing his arm out from under her body and straightening her body so she’s lying flat on her back.

Diving head first into nirvana, I lick my tongue up the length of her slit, moaning as the delicious flavour of pumpkin spice dances across my tongue.

Saylor cries out, her hands tugging my hair and pulling my face deeper into her core as I push my tongue inside her tight heat.

The mattress dips beside me as I feel Noah shift off the bed. The sound of a drawer opening has me groaning in anticipation. I know what’s in that particular drawer. Lube, and lots of it.

Noah's hands grip the sides of my briefs, tugging them down around my knees. His hand lands on my ass cheek, the cool drip of the lube hitting my tight hole following soon after.

My tongue circles Saylor’s clit more fiercely, sucking it roughly into my mouth before lifting my head and tugging her down the bed. Lining my tip up with her entrance, I feel Noah do the same behind me, pressing in.

Together we push in slowly. The dual sensation of Saylor’s tight cunt wrapping around my dick, and Noah’s hard length filling me from behind, has me gritting my teeth, trying not to come already.

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