Page 107 of Seen Knot Heard

He groans, the sound vibrating across my tongue and down my throat. He starts to move then, rocking his hips in a slow,delicious rhythm, driving me higher and higher. The thick scent of our desire fills the air, and the sound of our ragged breaths and wet, slick noises fill the room.

Nathaniel’s hands grip my hips harder, his lips leaving mine to drag down my neck. “You’re so tight. So wet and warm.”

Tingles rush through my body, the bond reaching for Nathaniel, wanting to complete, needing to claim my pack.

Nathaniel growls against my racing pulse, his thrusts quickening. “Mine.”

“Ours,” Blake corrects, his body solid at my back. “Our Omega.”

My climax rips through me like a bolt of lightning. I moan, my nails digging into Nathaniel’s shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. My muscles clench around him, milking his cock.

Nathaniel roars his release, his knot swelling, and fresh shivers of pleasure rock through me.

As my orgasm ebbs, Nathaniel’s knot unlocks, and I whimper as he leaves me empty.

“It’s okay, sweet girl, we’re not done yet.” Blake guides my arms around Nathaniel’s neck, and I bury my face into the curve of his shoulder, inhaling his pheromones.

Blake pulls my hips back, and in one thrust, he slides himself home.

I gasp as Blake fills me, my sensitive walls clenching around his thick length. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he moves, each stroke sending more sparks of pleasure racing through my veins.

Nathaniel’s hands caress my back, his touch soothing in contrast to the fierce passion of Blake’s thrusts. I cling to Nathaniel, my fingers tangling in his damp blond hair as I whimper in pleasure.

Blake’s hips snap against mine, driving himself deep with each thrust, and the slick slide of his cock stokes the embers of my desire back into a raging inferno.

I press my face into the crook of Nathaniel’s neck, my breathy moans muffled by his skin. The scent of leather and clove fills my lungs, mingling with the heady aroma of smoked applewood and cider that rises from Blake.

Nathaniel’s lips brush my ear. “Does he make you feel good, little Omega?”

I gasp as Blake hits that sensitive spot within me, and words escape as my nails dig into Nathaniel’s shoulders. “S-so good.”

Blake growls, the sound vibrating through me. His hand slips around my hip, his clever fingers finding my sensitive nub. He strokes me in time with his thrusts, and pressure builds within me, coiling tighter and tighter.

“That’s it, beautiful.” Nathaniel cups my face, tilting my head back to meet his dark eyes. “Let go. Let us catch you.”

His words are my undoing, and release crashes over me. I cry out, my body shuddering between them. Blake’s hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he finds his own release, his knot swelling to lock us together.

As hot cum pumps into me, I collapse against Nathaniel, my body trembling, my heart racing. Blake’s arms wrap around me from behind, his chest pressed flush to my back. Nathaniel’s lips find mine, his kiss soft and sweet, a balm to my overwhelmed senses.

We stay like that for a long moment, the two Alphas supporting my weight between them as our breaths mingle, our heartbeats slowing to a more manageable pace. Blake’s knot unlocks, allowing him to pull out of me with a quiet pop, and I whimper, feeling empty without him inside me.

When they lower me back to my feet, my legs give out, and Nathaniel supports my weight as he steps backward until the warm rush of water flows around us.

The sound of his steady heartbeat beneath my ear helps to ground me. Blake strokes my sides, his touch gentle.

Blake reaches for the shampoo, pouring a dollop into his palm. His fingers work through my hair, massaging my scalp, and I lean back into his touch, my lashes fluttering down as a soft sigh escapes my lips.

Nathaniel’s hands join Blake’s, his fingers combing through the pink strands, untangling any knots with a gentleness that belies his gruff demeanor. They do all the work, allowing me to exist in a contented daze.

As they rinse the suds from my hair, Nathaniel’s hands cup my face, tilting my head up. His thumb brushes over my cheekbone. “Are you okay, little Omega?”

“More than okay.” Satisfaction fills me, and I turn my head to press a kiss to his palm. “What about you? Feel better?”

He leans down to kiss me again. “More than better.”

Blake’s arms tighten around me, his chin resting on top of my head. “Much better than boxing until midnight.”

Nathaniel hums in agreement.

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