Page 93 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

Our girl makes a little displeased noise. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” She presses up as best as she can with Tic behind her. “None of you have even bitten me once, yet.” She presses up and then drops down. The stroke is shallow and not nearly enough, but all three of us still moan. “Don’t you think we should,” she pants as she does the move again. “remedy that?”

I groan and meet Tic’s eyes over her shoulder. We give each other a nod and both of our hands go to our girl. My hand on her left hip, Tic’s on her right. He tangles the other in her hair, pulling her head at an angle so he can kiss and nip at her neck, while I rub on her swollen little clit.

Haven moans, eyes dropping closed. And we haven’t even started fucking her yet.

But we do. Oh, fuck. We do.

Tic and I work up to a rhythm, one that has all of us panting and grunting and moaning. Haven babbles nonsense as Hale and Creed tell her how good she’s doing, what a good omega she is for us. Thank god they’re here, because I don’t think I could form words, not with how hot and wet and tight our girl’s pussy is. Not with the slide of Tic’s cock against mine through the thin layer of flesh that separates us. Not with Haven’s nails digging into my flesh like she’s dug her way into my heart.

“I’m close,” Tic groans against her neck.

It takes a moment for his meaning to sink in, but when it does, I nod. “Same.”

I sit up, tipping her back into Tic’s chest. My legs tangle with his as Haven writhes between us, the perfect sound of her moans and pleas filling the nest. “Bite,” she gasps. “Bite. Knot. Please. Please. I need it, alpha. Please.”

I want to knot her. Fuck knows, I want to knot her. But Creed and Hale are waiting, and if we knot her now, they’ll bewaiting for quite a bit longer. At least thirty minutes. It takes superhuman strength to look away from my omega at my prime, where he’s lounging, stroking his cock in time with our thrusts, the other hand tight around his swollen knot. “Do it,” He grunts.

“Give our omega what she needs,” Creed agrees from right next to us.

They don’t have to tell us twice. I meet Tic’s eyes over our omega’s shoulder, and he gives a tight nod, sweat beading on his brow, skin flushed. As one, we grip her hips and pull her down as we thrust up. The already tight squeeze gets even tighter as both of our knots lock into place. My vision explodes in darkness and stars as Haven screams, her tight channel milking my cock and my knot forcing my cum deep inside her.

Breathing through my nose to try to make myself focus, I meet Tic’s gaze again and he nods. Our teeth sink into her at the same time, into the muscle that connects her shoulder to her neck, that sweet curve I’ve literally had dreams about. Her scent invades my nostrils, as her blood floods my mouth and a fresh round of cum floods her pussy. Her first release rolls into another, and then another, as we detach our teeth from her flesh and lick at the bites.

My chest explodes with the feeling of her, warm and soft and safe. She’s tired and happy and in awe of us, of being able to feel me and Tic in her chest, and I send her a wave of all of that right back. Making sure she can feel how fucking in love with her I am.

Our omega shudders and a sweet little hum sounds from her, like she’s savoring the feeling of our bond, her body limp and sated. But she still murmurs, “Wanna bite you too.”

I tip my head to the side without hesitation, baring my throat, offering it to her. Offering every single fucking piece of me. Whatever she needs. For the rest of our days, I will give it to her.

Without an orgasm to distract me, the bite hurts, a fucking lot, and I don’t understand how she withstood getting two at once. How she’ll get two more shortly, but I wouldn’t trade that pain for anything. Not when the result is the strengthening of the feeling of her, like it’s drawing us tighter together, better able to sense each other.

And then, out of nowhere, I’m coming again, my cock twitching deep inside her, spilling for a third fucking time.

She makes a contented little noise as she releases me and licks over the bite languidly. Then twists as best as she can while pinned on two knots to get reach Tic’s neck. He gives her the softest, sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on him, his hand lacing into her hair to cradle her head, hold her steady as he guides her to his neck. I watch, enraptured, as his eyes slip closed and his mouth parts on a groan. I feel his knot swell and spill in her ass as a thin trickle of blood spills down his chest.

She’s smiling when she pulls back, pleased and content. Sweet little kittenish sounds purring from her chest. “Now you’re mine,” she says, sounding smug as hell about it and my heart fucking explodes in my chest with love for this girl.

“We were always yours,” Tic reminds her gently, fingers stroking through her hair, massaging her scalp.

“But now everyone else will know it too.” Pride colors her sleepy voice.

“Fuck yeah, they will.” I lean forward to lick over my bite mark again. The sides of the neat half-moons already look as though they’re healing like fucking magic. It makes me feel like all of this is fated, like she was always meant to be ours.

I wait for a moment of guilt, for memories of Janie to overwhelm my feelings for Haven, but they don’t. Where I’d always felt the need to prove how much I loved our deceased omega before, through revenge, through loyalty, through emotional monogamy, now I only feel the warm glow ofaffection. I loved Janie, will always love her, but fuck if I don’t love Haven more.

“Love you, Jude,” Haven murmurs, eyes growing heavy, slipping closed. “Love you, Tic.”

“Love you so fucking much, belly button,” I whisper back, stroking my hands down her arms as she slumps back against Tic.

“I love you, my sweet perfect angel,” my pack mate says into her temple, like saying it against her skin will make it more real, will brand it into her.

“Take a rest, mouse,” Hale coos, slipping closer to press a kiss to her slack mouth. “We’re not done with you yet.”

She hums with her eyes closed, a slow creeping smile falling over her lips. “Good. Need to feel all of you.” Her eyes fly open and she jerks around until she finds Creed, kneeling on the other side of us from Hale. “Need to feel you, Creed.”

His big hand slides down her hair, tucks the sweaty strands behind her ear. “Don’t worry, baby girl. You will. But you need to rest now, like our prime says, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she mumbles, eyes slipping closed again. “Just for a minute, though. Just until their knots go down. And then it’s on like Donkey Kong.”

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