Page 52 of Knot That Delicate

A low whine escaped my chest, and that seemed to do the trick. Dylan eased forward, too slow for my liking, but I wasn’t going to halt my actions just to complain at him. He was thicker than his pack mates, the stretch of my walls making me almost delirious with bliss. I didn’t know if it was the position, his cock, or both, but I fully intended to find out through copious experiments.

“Fucking perfect, such a good omega, taking my cock so well,” Dylan praised me, making my entire body tingle.

I liked praise.

I liked it a lot.

I whined as he stretched me impossibly full.

My pussy contracted around him, and his knot started to swell, teasing my entrance. With every thrust, it bumped up against me, a silent promise of what was to come.

“You’re dripping all over my cock like a good little omega. Does sucking Asher’s dick turn you on?” Dylan asked, and I whined in response.

It did. It very much did.

I was close. Despite having come recently, my muscles tensed with the promise of what was to come.

Dylan could tell. He knew exactly what to do; reaching around, he started rubbing my clit in a quick circular motion that made my legs tremble.

A low chuckle escaped his chest as he tormented me, bringing my body so close to the edge that I could have sworn my heart was going to give out.

“Keep your attention on me,” Asher commanded, the hand buried in my hair tugging slightly.

I swallowed around him, looking up at him through my lashes as I doubled my efforts. It was so hard to focus while Dylan’s cock was destroying me, but clearly, I was doing something right because a low, ragged moan escaped Asher as his cock pulsated in my mouth.

“I’m going to come, Juniper, where do you want it?” Asher asked.

I wanted to taste him.

So, when he tried to tug my head back, to make me answer, I doubled down, sucking deeper, harder.

Asher quickly got the message, a string of expletives escaping his mouth as he threw his head back for a moment before looking to Dylan.

“Make her come with my cock in her mouth,” he instructed.

My pussy wept at that idea.

Yes, please.

Dylan didn’t say anything, but he sped up, each thrust making his balls slap against my pussy. The slight pain only spurred me on, sending me higher and higher.

The hand in my hair tightened as Asher’s cock started to throb, his release imminent.

There was so much happening, my entire body was overstimulated, so when my orgasm hit me, I was convinced I had died. I came apart, screaming around Asher’s cock as the first delicious spurts of cum decorated my mouth.

I didn’t waste a drop.

All I could think about was knots.

Every muscle in my body screamed with overuse, but still I couldn’t rest. All I could do was take knot after knot until my body passed out from sheer exhaustion, then start all over again as soon as I opened my eyes.

Who and where started to blur together. After the first few times, my mind became hazy. I didn’t care how I got them, I just needed knots.

When the guys tried to feed me, I rebelled—I was pretty sure I hit one of them, but they took it in stride.

Cracking an eyelid open, I looked around the bed. Asher and Dylan were passed out on either side of me, and I had no idea where Carter was, but that was the least of my concerns.

The cramps were back with a vengeance.

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