Page 37 of Knot Sharing the Ice

The alpha bark washes over me like a physical caress, my body responding instantly. Fresh slick rushes out, sluicing over Jayce's cock and coating his knot. I feel myself go pliant, my jaw relaxing as tension melts from my muscles.

"Good girl," Jayce rumbles, his own bark joining Carter's. "That's it. Just a little more. Take our knots. Show us what a perfect little omega you are.Relax."

The combined force of their barks is like nothing I've ever experienced. It's as if every cell in my body is attuned to them, desperate to obey, to please. I moan long and low, my hips rocking back against Jayce as I open my mouth wider for Carter.

And then, in one smooth thrust, Carter's knot pops past my lips, filling my mouth completely. The stretch isn't painful exactly, but there's an undeniable ache in my jaw that somehow spikes my arousal even higher.

And the ache is nothing compared to the strange pleasure of having his swollen knot filling my mouth, pressing down on my tongue.

At the same moment, Jayce drives deep, his own knot breaching my entrance and locking inside me. I scream around Carter's cock, my body convulsing between them as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.

The sensation of being so utterly, completely filled triggers the most intense orgasm of my life. Pleasure explodes through me, white-hot and all-consuming.

"Fuck!" Jayce groans, his hips jerking erratically as my pussy milks his cock. "She's coming so hard?—"

Carter's hands tighten in my hair, holding me steady as he grinds his knot against my tongue. "That's it, sweetheart," he pants. "Come for us. You're doing so well."

Their praise only intensifies my pleasure, drawing out my orgasm until I'm trembling and weak-kneed between them. If not for their strong hands holding me up, I'd collapse.

As the initial wave subsides, I become acutely aware of how full I am. Carter's knot stretches my jaw to its limit, the weight of his cock heavy on my tongue. Behind me, Jayce's knot puts delicious pressure on all the right spots, keeping me teetering on the edge of another climax.

"Look at you," Jayce murmurs, his voice full of awe. "Taking both our knots like you were made for it. Such a good omega for us."

I whimper at his words, a fresh surge of arousal coursing through me.

I love when they call me that.

Theiromega.

It feels right in a way I never expected.

Carter starts to move again, small, careful thrusts that have his knot tugging at my lips with each withdrawal. The sensation is strange but intensely erotic. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, and am rewarded with a deep groan from Carter.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," he pants. "So hot and tight around my knot."

Behind me, Jayce picks up his pace, grinding his knot against my G-spot with each thrust. The dual stimulation is maddening, pleasure building rapidly as they work me between them.

"You gonna come again for us, Cotton Candy?" Jayce asks, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles. "Come on, show us how good we make you feel."

His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, send me hurtling over the edge once more. I come with a muffled cry, my body clamping down hard around both their knots. The intensity of it steals my breath, spots dancing behind my closed eyelids as pleasure courses through every nerve ending.

"Shit, I can't—" Carter grunts, his hips jerking forward. And then he's coming, flooding my mouth with his release. His knot grows impossibly wider and I swallow reflexively, the taste of him sharp and tangy on my tongue.

Jayce follows moments later with a hoarse shout, his knot swelling even larger as he empties himself deep inside me. The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely filled by my alphas, triggers yet another orgasm, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me.

For long moments, we stay like that, locked together and panting heavily. I feel dazed, floating on a sea of endorphins and satisfaction. Never in my life have I experienced anything so intense.

As we start to come down from our collective high, Carter's hands gentle in my hair, stroking softly. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asks, concern evident in his voice.

I make a small noise of affirmation, unable to speak around his knot but wanting to reassure him.

I'm more than okay.

I'm fucking amazing.

"You did so well," Jayce murmurs, pressing soft kisses along my shoulder. "Taking both our knots like that. You're incredible, Ember."

Their praise warms me from the inside out, making me feel cherished and protected in a way I've never experienced before. It's addictive, this feeling. Dangerous, even. But right now, I can't bring myself to care about the implications.

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