Page 35 of Knotty Pumpkin

“Bond me, you mean. Oooo,” I moan as another cramp hits me. My skin prickles against the chilly air as Corey leads me to his car.

“Yes, Pumpkin. We’re gonna bond the fuck outta you.”

He buckles me into the passenger, chuckling softly as I pull him in for a kiss, pawing at his chest and trying to unbuckle his belt.

I whimper as he pulls away, needing him to come back to me, touch me, let me taste him, feel his knot inside me.

“Just a few more minutes, Saylor. I promise, baby.”

The drive home is a blur, my heat fully kicking in. My clothes itch at my skin and I start to strip, tearing off my woollen jumper, and tugging off my leggings in an attempt to cool my feverish skin.

Corey pulls into the garage, the electric door closing behind us. Noah's car is already inside, my largest alpha waiting patiently for Corey to stop the car. The second he does, Noah is at the door, opening it, and scooping me up into his arms.

Rubbing against him, I perfume as his decadent coffee scent hits me. Slick coats my panties as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I thought your scent had changed this morning, Pumpkin,” he purrs as he carries me down the hall, straight to my nest.

We’ve decorated the space since my last heat, filling it with a mix of orange, bronze and gold items. The silk sheets are bronze, soft and smooth on my oversensitive skin as Noah lowers me onto the bed.

Corey kicks the door shut behind him, both alphas undressing so fast I almost giggle. I would have if my need to them wasn’t filling every cell of my being.

Noah lifts me as Corey pulls my panties down, tossing them aside and running a finger through my aching folds.

“Fuckkk,” I moan as the touch sends little bolts of electricity ricocheting through my body. “Do that again.”

He complies as Noah lowers me to my knees and reaches behind me, unclasping my bra and freeing my breasts. His lips close over the peaked buds a second later, causing me to cry out as a ball of pleasure begins to form in my core.

This is what I need. This and my alphas knots. Then their bites.

“In me. Both of you,” I pant as Corey circles my clit.

“You got it, Pumpkin.” Noah says as he pops off my breast. He climbs onto the bed beside me, lifting me and putting a leg over each of his own, balancing me so that the tip of his swollen cock gently nudges against my core. Corey moves in behind me, his fingers teasing my ass, using my slick as lubricant before inserting a finger inside.

I gasp as Noah lowers me onto his cock, pushing inside me inch by inch until I feel so full, savouring in the stretch. We stay like that for a minute, my pussy clenching around him as I adjust to his side.

Corey pumps his finger in and out of my ass, stretching me, getting me ready to take all of him. Noah reaches down, circling my clit as Corey works in a second finger. My legs tremble, the pleasure building within me as Noah leans down, drawing a peaked bud into his mouth and sucking hard.

Crying out, I feel Corey add a third finger; the stretch burning a little as my body adjusts. It doesn’t take long. This is what I’m made for, what my body can do.

Noah lifts me, dragging me up his length until only the tip of him remains inside me, before pulling me back down. The two of them fuck me, quickly finding a rhythm and sending waves of pleasure rolling through me.

The feeling of fullness has my toes curling as the pleasure reaches a crescendo, my orgasm washing over me suddenly, my body relaxing as the tension flows from my muscles.

Corey removes his fingers, lining the head of his cock up with my tight hole, the tip pressing gently for a moment before pushing inside me.

I suck in a breath at the intrusion, the difference between his cock and fingers incomparable. He pauses, letting me adjust to the new, full sensation.

“You’re taking us so good, Pumpkin. We’re going to bond you soon. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes. Please.”

The two of them move again, one of them pushing into me while the other draws out. Over and over, slow and torturous and oh so fucking perfect.

“I—I’m coming,” I shout. Noah claims my mouth, smothering my cries, and my body convulses around them both, clamping down and shuddering. His hand finds my cheek, twisting my head until I’m looking over my shoulder.

Corey’s mouth joins ours, our tongues dancing in a messy, hedonistic three way that causes another wave of pleasure to run through me.

My legs tremble as they both lean in, each of them kissing an opposite shoulder before biting down. Crying out, I clamp down on the both of them, milking them with my pussy and ass as they mate bond with me.

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