Page 148 of Knot All is Forgiven

"Oh, it's not fair that our Omega is so needy," Cyrus says, lying beside Simon. "C'mere, Jay." Jordan scampers over and immediately slides down his cock, sighing in relief but never taking her eyes off the way Rafe's throat flexes around Slime.

Cyrus reaches back and spreads open Jordan's ass, smirking at me over her shoulder. "Let's make this a pack affair, shall we?"

I drop to my knees, straddling his legs, and drag my tongue over her tight hole. The sound that escapes her is new, and I can't hide my glee at being the one to coax it out of her. I swirl my tongue around the circle a few times before spitting on it and pushing a finger in. She doesn't need much warm-up, the heat loosening her body to help her take all her Alphas, but I still want to ensure she won't get hurt.

After a few moments of stretching, I push the head of my cock against the tight hole and sink myself in slowly. Cyrus hisses at the squeeze of her cunt around us, bucking his hips up and driving me deeper.

"Fuck, sunshine," I moan, leaning across her back and biting her shoulder. "You're choking me."

She responds with a breathy little groan before wiggling backward and taking even more of my cock deep within her. Cyrus starts to thrust upwards slowly, the thin barrier of skin between us doing nothing to dampen the sensation of his shaft rubbing against my own.

A gasping, deep moan beside me has my head jerking to the side as Slime holds Rafe's face flush with his pelvis. Rafe breaks away, gasping, and Jordan whines, reaching for him. He allows her to pull him away from his partner and presses his lips against her. They share a passionate kiss as he kneels beside us.

Simon shuffles over, dropping beside Cyrus to take Rafe in his mouth. The five of us, grouped so closely together, all seeking pleasure, is the perfect storm of pheromone production. This may be what we need to break Jordan's heat to save us all the stress of an extended one. I continue the slow ministrations of my hips, alternating with Cyrus as we push and pull our girl to bliss.

Jordan grasps Rafe, pulling him closer and closer to her as she nips and licks at his lips. She throws her arms around his neck, and he supports her with an arm around her waist, the other sliding down her stomach and stroking her clit.

Simon has to adjust himself to continue blowing Rafe, using his hands to support his body at the odd angle. His cock, which he has chosen to accessorize, leaks against his stomach from the unfinished job Rafe left behind.

I'm not sure what comes over me. Maybe it's just a desire to make sure Jordan gets everything she needs from us to end this heat. But without thinking, I grasp the base of Simon's cock and roughly jerk upwards.

The Alpha pops off of Rafe with a frantic look on his face, staring at where I grip his cock. "Russ, what the hell, dude? Why is your hand on my dick?"

"Uh…" I slow my hand and realize how much I overstepped. I didn't get consent or talk limits with Simon. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Is it a problem?"

He blinks, eyes darting between my face and my hand. "It's notnota problem."

I sigh, my body relaxing a fraction. "Oh, okay. Good. It's more pheromones, so…"

He snorts, shaking his head slowly. "Russ…" He chuckles before falling back to his elbows and preparing to take Rafe in his mouth. "I guess I won't say no to an orgasm."

With that settled, I try to find a rhythm between thrusting into Jordan and roughly jerking Slime's cock. It isn't easy, sort of like trying to rub my head and pat my belly at the same time, but I think I'm figuring it out. Jordan is groaning in pleasure, her skin flushing red with her impending orgasm.

I pull my hand up, and then it's empty, gripping nothing. I look down to see Simon lying flat, his hand replacing mine. "Russ, you're laughably bad at that. I'll just have him fuck my face so I can take care of it myself."

"To be fair," I say with a shrug, settling my hands back on Jordan's hips, "my heart wasn't in it."

Simon chuckles, and Rafe grunts into Jordan's mouth as he pulls her flat against Cyrus so he can keep their lips locked as he lines his cock up over Simon's mouth and thrusts in.

I don't bother keeping count of how many orgasms Jordan has, but Cyrus is the first Alpha to howl in pleasure. His knot expands, tightening the space around me so deliciously that I lose myself as well. Jordan wails as our knots stretch her to her limit, and she collapses in a heap on top of Cyrus.

I am sure the other two also reach their goal because we all end up in a pile around Jordan, sweaty, spent, and happier than we could have ever imagined.

Chapter fifty-seven

I've never been amarathon runner.

I never got a runner's high, so I never saw the appeal of pushing my body like that.

Since I've never run a marathon before, I can't confirm it, but I would put money on my body hurting more now than it would if I had.

Peeling myself out of the middle of an Alpha sandwich, ignoring their grunts and groans of protest, I drag myself to the bathroom.

Looking into the mirror is like a jump scare video.

My hair is a wreck, knotted and haphazardly thrown in a topknot that screams Cyrus Stargazer. Dark purple half-moonsare under my bloodshot eyes, and I am pretty sure I'd need a chisel to get this layer of sticky ick off of me.

But what really catches my attention are the two new bite marks I can see. Just under my ear, Rafe's bite and Simon's, opposite of Icarus's, are still red and fresh and like beacons in my reflection. I can feel the tightness of healing skin from Cyrus's bite on the back of my neck, and I reach behind me to rub it gently.

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