Page 51 of Knot That Delicate

“My knot?” Carter asked, his eyebrows raised. I nodded. “A few minutes, if we’re lucky, but judging by the way your pussy is gripping me, it may take a little longer.”

“I’m happy to wait.” I sighed, leaning back into Asher’s arms, enjoying the way Carter’s eyes raked over my naked body.

It took a while for his knot to deflate, but the entire time I was on top of him, my body was in a state of utter relaxation, no cramps, no unease. I would have happily stayed there for days.

My body had other ideas, though. Within moments of his knot slipping free, a deep, bone-rattling hunger hit me.

It wasn’t food I was hungry for.

Carter slid out from under me, giving me a quick, dizzying kiss before leaving me, Asher, and Dylan on the bed. Asher was on his knees, Dylan leaning against the headboard.

“My turn to play with you,” I said, turning to Asher, pulling at his waistband.

“Well, I’m not going to deny you,” he said, letting me paw at him until his cock sprang free.

He looked similar to Carter, only a touch longer. Feeling bolder now I had been knotted, I reached out and firmly graspedhim. His reaction was much the same as Carter’s, closing his eyes and sighing in pleasure.

I wanted to try more, though. I wanted to do what Dylan had done to me in the kitchen. Would Asher taste like his scent? There was only one way to find out.

Both on our knees, I leaned forward, so I was face-to-face with his rather impressive cock.

“Juniper?” Asher asked, his voice somewhat strained.

“I’m just a little curious.” I smirked at him before sticking my tongue out and lapping at the head of his cock.

Salty sweet musk burst across my tastebuds. Far nicer than anything I had expected. It was like salted caramel or cookies that had flaky sea salt topping them.

Yum.

I was a very treat-deprived omega, and I was ready to feast.

“Show me what to do,” I said, running my lips along his length, kissing, teasing.

Asher’s hand wove into my hair.” Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded. “Then, open your mouth, darling,”

I did as I was told, and Asher fed me every inch of his cock almost painfully slowly. He tasted amazing, and I wanted more.

Despite his slow pace, in next to no time, my nose was buried in his public hair, and my throat was full of cock. I swallowed around him, only to be rewarded by his low curse of pleasure.

His hand tightened in my hair, and he started guiding me up and down his length, controlling the movement and showing me what to do.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” he moaned. “Suck it. Harder.”

I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks, watching the way his eyes darkened as I did so.

I was having far too much fun, but I was also empty and needy. On all fours in front of Asher meant that Dylan was probably getting one hell of a show.

Whining at how empty I felt and dripping slick onto the sheets, I didn’t stop.

I wanted a knot, but I wanted to keep my mouth on Asher. The bed moved under me, but I was too lost in what I was doing.

Hands on my hips steadied me, and Dyans’s low voice growled behind me. “Do you want to be knotted while you play with Asher, trouble?” he asked.

I nodded and hummed the best I could with a mouth full of cock.

Dylan didn’t say anything else; he simply used his hands to adjust my position, the head of his cock pressing against my folds.

Thanks to my mouth being stuffed, I couldn’t complain that he was taking his sweet time. Every second that went by and I was still painfully empty was agonizing.

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