Page 50 of Knot That Delicate

Think of unsexy things. Baseball. Grandmas.

I was about to thoroughly embarrass myself. My knot was already starting to swell at the base of my cock, and I was ready to blow.

“Help her,” I commanded through gritted teeth. I didn’t carewhichpack mate would jump in, as long as one of them helped make Juniper come before I blew my load like a teenage boy seeing tits for the first time.

Asher slid behind Juniper, his hand snaking around to lightly twist her nipple while he lavished kisses on her neck.

“She fucking loves that,” I hummed, my grip on her hips tightening. “She just tightened beautifully around me.”

Throwing her head back, Juniper appeared to give herself over to the sensations, moaning loudly as she tightened impossibly around my cock—cutting off all the blood flow to the appendage as she came with a shout, her body racking with tremors as her pussy pulsated around me.

The moment she went over that ledge, I let go, thrusting upwards, making her mouth drop open in surprise as I quickly chased my own release.

My girl wanted a knot? I was going to give her a knot.

The moment I expanded, locking myself inside, Juniper’s eyes widened, staring at me in utter shock. “Oh,” she mumbled.

I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my chest, even as my own orgasm crashed through my body. “Yes, sweet girl,oh.”

I wasn’t new to sex, but I was new to sex with an omega and, holy fuck—knotting? Best feeling ever. Having a beautiful omega locked on my knot, her pussy quivering and milking me for every drop of cum, was almost a downright religious experience.

How the hell did packs manage to live a normal life? How were they not constantly in the nest, fucking like bunnies?

We slowly came down from our collective release, our bodies trembling every now and again with the aftershocks.

Juniper huffed, leaning down to kiss me, wiggling her hips experimentally, feeling out the limits of my knot.

“How are you feeling?” I asked gently.

She gave me a lazy smile. “Good. Better than good. In fact… Can we do this again?” she asked, wiggling her hips, the throbbing of her walls making me groan in pleasure.

I laughed. “So, recovery time isn’t a thing for you, then?”

“Apparentlyknot!” She cackled.

“Lucky for you, there’s plenty of alphas to keep you happy.”

There was no missing the way her eyes lit up at that notion.

Knots were amazing.

I loved them.

I wanted them all the time.

Everywhere, anywhere, whenever.

There was no pain, just mind-blowing pleasure.

Clearly, I had been missing out.

Not anymore. I was going to enjoy myself throughout this heat, grab the metaphorical bull by the horns, and revel in multiple orgasms.

The notion that these guys could hurt me felt utterly bonkers. Maybe I should have been more realistic,especiallygiven my past, but everything about them, from their caring looks to their delicious scents, screamed safety to me.

Wiggling my hips, I sat up, looking down at Carter. “How long does it take to go down?” I asked, glancing at where we were joined. Asher was running his fingers lightly over my nipples and kissing my neck.

I never wanted them to let me go. Momentarily, the cramps were gone, but they would be back. They would keep happening until the heat was over and I had been knotted repeatedly. While I knew cramps were part of heats, no one had warned me just how badly they hurt.

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