Page 108 of Knot Your Baby

Miller laughs. “Then we all become Pack Astor.”

“Pack Astor,” I repeat, trying out the name. It feels right, like the perfect ratio of sugar to butter in shortbread. “Freya Rose Astor. I like the sound of that.”

Thorne pulls me close. “So do we,” he whispers against my hair.

“We need to celebrate!” I yell.

“Are you ready?” Zane purrs as his hands skim over my hips and up my body until he covers my eyes with his palms.

I hold his shirt in my hands, running the fabric through my fingers to ground me. “Yes.”

But as he fastens something around my eyes, I can feel his hard cock against my back, and I’m already whining for more.

I reach behind me and try to grab his cock, but he moves too quickly and chuckles. “Needy omega.”

With my sight gone, a tongue teases mine as warm hands hold my face against his. More hands palm my breasts, while someone takes my hands as Miller says. “We’ll start light with the bondage.”

“I want to feel, not see.”

A tongue swipes along my slit, and I jump. “We promise to make you feel,” Zane replies, taking my hands in his, wrapping them in the same silk fabric and binding them to the headboard, leaving me completely at their mercy.

The tongue slides through me again. This time I open wider.

I can’t see or feel with my hands as one of my alphas slowly thrusts his tongue inside me. I don’t know which one as the wide silk tie obscures my vision.

I’m not complaining. I feel lucky to be in this position, to be the object of desire for three such wonderful alphas.

My alphas.

My pack.

“Open up.” I recognize Zane’s voice, but it doesn’t matter who it is; I obey. His cock is already coated with pre-cum when it brushes against my lips.

“Oh fuck! She gushed into my mouth. She loves the way you taste, Thorne.”

So, it’s Thorne’s cock in my mouth, and Miller, whose tongue is inside me.

I moan around Thorne’s thickness as Miller’s skilled tongue flicks against my most sensitive spot, driving me toward the edge.

“Oh god, she’s close,” Miller growls, his voice vibrating against my flesh.

I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily as I teeter on the precipice of release. Before I can tumble over, Miller withdraws his tongue, and I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

“Need to be inside you,” he pants, thrusting forward in one powerful stroke.

I gasp around Thorne’s cock as Miller fills me completely. He’s so big, and he stretches me in the most delicious way. The sensation of being filled at both ends is perfect.

“Look at her take us,” Thorne murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So beautiful.”

“Such a good girl for us,” Miller adds, his hips setting a steady rhythm that makes my toes curl. “Our perfect omega.”

“Made for us,” Thorne agrees, his thumb caressing my cheek tenderly even as he continues to thrust shallowly between my lips.

I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, surrounded by their scents—strawberry, lime, and tequila—mixing with my arousal.

“What are you doing, Zane?” I ask when Thorne withdraws to let me catch my breath, unable to see him but knowing he’s there, feeling his heat nearby.

“I’m waiting for Miller to knot you, and then I’m going to take you.”

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