Page 109 of Knight Life In Vegas

I knew her brain wasn’t running at full capacity right now, could feel the heavy fuzziness of her instincts muting her rationality with each thrust.

Beau shifted closer, tucking his fingers between us so she could grind her clit against them with each of her frantic movements. “That’s it, pet. Take what you need.”

I held my own instincts on as tight a leash as I could manage. If I let go of them, they could sweep along the bond and force Charlotte to relinquish what little control she had on herself right now.

Of course Dylan had no such compulsions since he couldn’t feel how close to the edge she was. He got on his knees behind her, his hands moving to assist mine, his mouth drifting over her shoulder. Not to be left out, Eduardo settled on my other side so he could better watch now that Dylan was blocking his view.

The little threads binding Charlotte to control snapped one by one with each descent of her hips against mine.

Tingling pressure built at the base of my spine, Charlotte coaxing me to the peak with her. Desperate as I was to bury my knot into her, I wasn’t sure how we would safely get her from the limo into her nest if that happened. She probably wasn’tthinking about that part, though, and I couldn’t exactly toss her off me to avoid it, nor did I want to.

She launched forward, locking her teeth into my skin and rocking her hips hard against Beau’s hand until pleasure roared through the bond. Between the orgasm by proxy and the rhythmic squeeze of her cunt around me, I couldn’t hold back anymore. My brain said one thing, and my body said another entirely. I pulled her down as close as she could get, knot swelling as my cock pumped her full.

The limo might have been soundproofed, but there was no fucking way the driver didn’t hear that scream even with her mouth occupied by biting me.

Dylan chuckled. “Does Chico’s cock feel good, princess?”

If she was still capable of forming words, she certainly gave us no indication, instead growling as she clung to me.

With a firm grip on her jaw, Dylan detached her teeth from my skin and pulled her backward against his chest, pinning her there by the throat while his other hand glided down her body to tend to her clit. She fought him, trying to return to her clinging, but he wasn’t having it.

“Be a good omega and let your alphas take care of you.”

The fight melted out of her at his words.

I held on to my own threads of control with an iron grip, but I was damn close to losing it.

“You okay?” Eduardo asked.

I shook my head, gritting my teeth.

“We’re almost home,” he assured me.

Charlotte cried out, cunt seizing my knot and setting me off again. She was never going to get off my knot at this rate but the lust in her bubbled like lava in the bond.

Beau kissed her deeply and Eduardo freed her luscious breasts from her sun dress, feasting on each in turn. The trembleof her body soothed my own instincts. My omega was being cared for.

The limo pulled to a stop. I clawed my way back from the edge of delirium, willing myself to focus enough to get her inside safely.

Eduardo navigated everyone, returning Charlotte to her clinging position on me and getting Dylan to crawl out directly in front of us to support her weight. The moment we reached the fresh air, my head cleared a bit. Beau and Eduardo slipped out after us, moving to stand on each side of Charlotte so she was in the middle of a protective phalanx and safe from view.

The walk up to our homes was the longest of my fucking life.

I barreled straight into her room when we entered her apartment, tipping forward to envelop her in the nest. Her purr roared so loudly I felt the vibrations all the way down to my cock.

The others joined us one by one and Charlotte writhed, reaching for them, pawing to get them closer.

Her skin warmed beneath my touch, sweat breaking across it. The final thread holding her together snapped, and a tsunami of omega instinct and desperate need crashed over me.

“Fuck,” I gasped out. “She’s going into heat.”

“I thought she couldn’t do that anymore?” said Dylan.

“Didn’t she tell us she hasn’t had one for three years?” Eduardo asked.

“What the fuck does it matter what she told us?” I snapped. “It’s happening.”

Beau’s pupils were almost eclipsing his irises. “What do we do?”

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