Page 120 of Knot Your Baby

Slick gushes covering Thorne and the nest.

“Relax, omega,” Miller murmurs as he tugs at my nipple. “Let your alpha knot you.”

Zane growls behind me as Thorne’s green eyes rest on mine.

“Fuck, Freya.” Zane’s fingers are digging into my waist as he pounds into me. “My omega,” he groans as his tongue slides over his claiming mark on my shoulder and as he sinks his teeth there, his cock spasms, and then erupts with his fervent cum coating my insides.

That’s all it takes and my body practically sings for what it wants, and I cry out as I fall against Thorne’s chest.

I don’t know how long it took for Zane’s knot to deflate from my ass. But I’m already feeling like the haziness is taking over.

Zane kisses me hard on my mouth as he stands by the nest. “I’m going to clean up and then I’ll take your pussy and we can make a baby.”

Thorne holds my hips as he smiles at me. “Would you like Miller to join me before it gets too late for you to remember that you’ll be begging for it?”

I glance over my shoulder at Miller. “Yes, please.”

Miller slides his dick through my slick before he presses it against Thorne’s.

My two alphas groan as they work their cocks together to get inside me. It’s not long before I’m seeing stars again, as our three bodies lock as one.

My mind blurs.

“Stay with us,” Thorne says. “Fuck us. Spread your slick over our knots and we’ll take you together.”

My pussy flutters and my slick gushes over their knots and balls.I want this. I want to feel my alphas both knotting me concurrently.

They pause. I whine as I grind against them, wanting more.

And with my pussy fluttering around my alphas’ cocks, I’m a dripping mess.

Zane kneels at my side, turning my ponytail in his hand as he cups my face with his other. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I whine as I reach for his cock, which is already hard again.

“Do you want more? Do you want your mouth knotting while your pussy is double knotted, omega?”

Miller and Thorne snarl.

“She wants it,” Zane says as I grind myself over the one knot in my pussy and glide my lips over Zane’s hard length.

“Fuck. Her pussy is clamping around our cocks,” Thorne grunts.

I lift, the knot slips out and I plummet back down as I suck Zane’s cock, wanting to make sure my alphas lock into me simultaneously.

And with every thrust.

Every rise and every fall.

Every squeeze.

Every suck.

I’m climbing again–ready to fall.

Miller grunts first. His fingers tensing around my hips so hard, I’ll feel the bruises for weeks.

Then Thorne hisses as I grind my pussy over his and Miller’s knots.

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