Page 116 of Knight Life In Vegas

I only hoped she forgave me. I had bitten first, too overwhelmed when she had come on my knot to hold myself back. The second bite hadn’t been necessary. The moment her teeth had broken my skin I felt her burst to life in the bond. Pure instinct had driven me to bite again, like the primal parts of myself had been afraid the first wasn’t enough to make her mine.

I breathed deeply. Her lemon meringue scent was still syrup in the air, and the scents of all my pack wove through it like a tapestry.

She was ours.

Bonded and bred.

I stopped short at the thought. Wouldn’t that be something?

Rocking my hips had her squirming, exquisite omega whimpers tumbling from her lips. Somehow she always ended up under me and melting into her nest. Every so often one of the others would force me to roll over and bring her with me, but she was so content with my weight pressing her down in the softness of everything surrounding her.

“How are you so fucking perfect, querida?” I punctuated my words with a slow grind of my hips.

I hoped she would stay with us after this. She had taken such a big step to move in next door. How were we supposed to live separately with a new bond? Her apartment didn’t have room for seven people. Obviously her bed could fit the five of us since Beau had outfitted her with a proper nest, but the confines of the rest of the space weren’t as ideal.

I wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.

Thank god she was going to be working with us. Keeping her close was a necessity. I couldn’t be performing on horseback if I felt like shit because the bond demanded more. We always had a backup for when someone was sick or on vacation, but that was Chico. The show would have to be put on hold if all three of us needed to take time off. That wasn’t fair to all of the workers.

Charlotte wrapped all of her limbs around me and cut off my worries. She was impressively good at that.

“You’re doing so well,” I praised.

Omega bodies had to be a wonder of the world. Nature has somehow designed them to be able to take alpha cock for three days straight. I couldn’t quite fathom it, but I wasn’t going to question it either. Charlotte’s pussy welcomed me each time, no matter how hard she had been taken just before.

“Knot,” she demanded.

“You’re already on my knot, sweet one.”

It was a damn good thing the other omegas I had played with for their heats weren’t this voracious. I never would’ve survived.

“I’m coming, duchess.” Chico wedged himself next to us. “How do you think she would do if we doubled up while you’re knotted?”

“Won’t know until we try. Dylan and I fucked her two cocks to a pussy and she loved it.”

“Okay, duchess, you want more?”

“Yes,” she gasped out.

I rolled onto my side, exposing her to him.

“All right. Be the best girl for me. I’ll give you as much as you can take.”

His fingertips traced the seal of my knot in her cunt, making us both twitch. Charlotte’s breathing shallowed as he carefully worked against the seal until one finger was able to slip inside. Charlotte shattered and buried her face against my throat, teeth latching on and muffling her moans. One finger turned to two, Chico taking his time stretching our omega. Her little nails clawed at my skin, but she didn’t make a peep to tell him to stop, and gave no indication through the bond that it was too much.

All of us were ready and willing to give her everything she could ever need, and right now she needed to be overwhelmed.

The boost in pressure when he added a third finger had me emptying myself into her again. “Sweet fuck.”

Charlotte’s whine had pleasure shooting down my spine.

“Who’s the best omega in the fucking world?” Chico crooned.

Charlotte let out a whimper that sounded suspiciously like “me?”

“Of course it’s you,” he replied, voice husky.

I kept as still as I could when he tucked a fourth finger in, letting them flatten and curve according to the squeeze of her pussy around me. Every minuscule flex opened her a little bit more and her sounds pitched with each movement.

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