Page 9 of Knots & Treats

Hunt looks up, his mouth glistening with her juices. Jax and I are watching, our gazes locked on our omega, the air thick with desire.

Then, Hunt leans in, capturing her mouth in a kiss, her own juices filling her mouth. Kisha melts into him, her hands gripping his shoulders, holding onto him as she gives in to the taste of herself, the swirl of his tongue, his lips and teeth.

Jax and I move in, our bodies pressing against hers.

Hunt pulls back, his gaze fixed on our omega, his voice low and rough. “Need you, baby.”

Kisha’s eyes lock onto his, and I can see the way her chest rises and falls with each breath, her fucking gorgeous tits bouncing a little. The way her body responds, arching into his touch. He presses a thick thumb to her lips, letting her taste, and she takes it in, sucking, her tongue swirling. Fuck, that’s hot.

He lets out a low growl, his cock twitching between their bodies, his fingers moving to her throat, his thumb pressing against her cheek, forcing her mouth open.

Then, he leans in, kissing her deep and slow, his tongue sliding against hers, their tastes mingling. She lets out a muffled whimper, her hips grinding against him, responding eagerly.

Jax shifts behind Kisha, his large, tanned hands running over her hips, the contrast of their skins fucking beautiful. He grips her ass. And lets out a low rumble, his voice thick with need. “Fuck, baby. You’re fucking begging for it.”

His words make her shiver as she arches her back, pressing her juicy ass against him. He’s hard and throbbing, his precum dripping, and I know he’s not gonna wait much longer.

Jax grabs her ass-cheeks, thick fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lines up his cock, pushing in, stretching her, filling her. She moans, her body yielding to him, and I can see the way his eyes darken, the way he loses himself in her.

Hunt holds her head still, his thumb pressing against her cheek, forcing her to look at him, his eyes intense, demanding. He’s not gonna hold back. We’re all fucking desperate for it.

Jax thrusts deeper, his grip tightening, his rhythm quickening. His movements are rough, feral, like he’s trying to mark her with his seed, fucking breed her.

I move in, my cock aching for her, my knot already swelling. I slide under her body and line up at her entrance, pushing in, her pussy stretching to take me.

Jax lets out a growl when our cocks start sliding inside our omega through the thin layer of flesh between her ass and cunt. His hips bucking, his movements faster, more erratic. Kisha cries out, her body quivering, her pussy gripping me.

I can’t hold back, not with her heat, her tightness, not with Jax’s cock slamming into her. I thrust harder, deeper, my knot swelling, locking me inside her.

Hunt growls, his fingers digging into her skin, his breath catching. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Taking your alphas like this. So good. Fucking perfect.”

He thrusts into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she takes him, her body yielding to him, her mouth eager, desperate.

He thrusts harder, his hands gripping her head, his cock sliding deeper. She chokes, her body tensing, her pussy tightening around my shaft, and I know she’s close.

I thrust deeper, my knot stretching her, the heat of her sending me over the edge. Jax groans, his body going rigid, his release crashing through him.

Hunt’s cock hits the back of her throat, his fingers tangled in her hair, his hips bucking, and I feel him swell, his release spilling down her throat, her moans vibrating against him.

Jax slumps forward, his face buried in her neck. I lean in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, her hair damp with sweat, her scent rich, intoxicating. Fucking amazing.

Thirteen

Hunter

The estate’s buzzing with voices and laughter, the sound spilling out across the grounds, mixing with the late-afternoon air. Friends and family are everywhere—everyone from our closest business partners to friends and family. But it’s the woman moving through the crowd, her laugh clear above all the others, that’s got every bit of my attention.

Kisha. Our omega, our mate, our everything.

She’s standing near the patio, talking to one of her girlfriends, her eyes bright, and damn if I don’t feel that same pull every time I look at her. Even after everything, after all the nights we’ve had, all the mornings we’ve woken up tangled together, it hits just as hard.

Maddox sidles up next to me, eyes fixed on her too, a quiet grin pulling at his mouth. “Looks like our little omega’s enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, she’s got that glow,” Jax adds from my other side, his gaze tracking her like he’s ready to step in at any second.

I take a sip of my drink, the ice clinking in the glass, and lean back against the porch railing, watching her work her way through the gathering. The way she smiles, the way she talks with everyone like she’s known them forever, completely at ease. She’s a fucking queen.

After a moment, her gaze finds mine across the crowd, and she grins, that look in her eyes daring me to come over. I can’t help but chuckle, setting my glass down and making my way to her, my chest tightening as I get closer, the scent of her hitting me like it always does, warm and sweet.

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