Page 89 of The Knotty Omega

“Mother fucker!” I jump up and drop my controller, running to the nest and dive next to Mattie and Cady where they’re snuggling in bed.

“Ollie!” Cady shrieks in surprise as she laughs, and I throw my arm and leg over her, not caring if I’m half on top of Mattie too.

Sharing is caring, dammit.

“Did you win?” She asks, a joyous smile on her face as she looks at me.

“I sure did, Tink,” I grin, leaning down and kissing her. “Just not at Halo. I love you.”

“I love you too, sunshine.”

I don’t miss the small smile Mattie gives us, or the little approving nod.

“That’s against the rules, Ollie!” Archie shouts, barging into the room, followed by Simon and Titus.

“Woah, woah, hold on there boys,” Tink sits up in bed and holds her hands out in a placating gesture. “I’m in charge of who gets to sleep in my nest and the winner of the video game will have no bearing on that. Are we clear?”

Titus, Simon, and Arch all mutter their acceptance, and Tink continues, “Now, all are welcome. Okay? Let’s have a pack cuddle.”

Everyone gets settled, Simon on my other side and Arch next to Mattie. Titus, the smart bastard, crawls up between her legs and uses her stomach as a pillow, which earns him head scratches.

“Ty, surely you know you set yourself up for failure with that bet, right?” She asks quietly, a small smile playing at her lips.

Titus sighs, his eyes closed as he soaks up her attention. “I know, angel. I know.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Iswear Titus is trying to kill me. It’s been two weeks since the police department opened up the investigation against Pack Sheffield, and today he got the call that they’ve been taken in for questioning. It’s like now that the threat has abated for now, he’s trying to wring as much pleasure from my body as he can before they get arrested and then, inevitably, make bail.

“Oh, fuck! Ty!” I nearly shriek as he devours my pussy, his tongue like a lighting rod of ecstasy as it laps and swirls and teases my clit. We’re both stark naked, my head against the pillows and Titus is bent over me, one ass cheek in each hand, eating me like his last meal.

We left the door open to the nest on purpose so I’m not at all surprised when Ollie peaks his head in, especially since I didn’t lock down any of my bonds. “Oh shit. Hey Titus’ ass.” He gives my growly alpha’s ass a little wave. “Is this an open invite party?”

I hold my arms out to him. “That’s what the open door means—ah!” Titus nips at my clit for talking.

“Fuck yeah, baby girl,” Ollie bounds into the room, shedding his clothes as he approaches the nest. The sight of his muscled, tattooed body rippling as he takes his shirt off has my pussy clenching, gushing slick into Ty’s mouth.

His rumble of appreciation sends a knee-shaking orgasm through me, and Ollie’s mouth is on mine before my scream of pleasure escapes me. He swallows it whole, stroking his cock as he delves his tongue into my mouth.

Pulling back with a gasp, I ramble at Ollie, “Cock. Cock. Gimme. Now.” He then sits up on his knees and guides his perfect dick to my mouth as Titus replaces his tongue on my clit with two fingers in my pussy, curling them upwards, while his pinky, soaked in my slick, teases my ass.

He tastes like peppermint and chocolate as I take him into my mouth, and I moan in appreciation. Ollie’s fingers twine in my hair, and for a moment, I’m awash in the sensations of the bond. Titus’ lust and determination feeds into my urgency to please Ollie, and his pleasure magnifies mine. Then, there’s a third thread that makes itself known, a growing, secret arousal, and my eyes pop open to see my sweet, caring Simon leaning against the doorway, hand in his sweatpants as he strokes his cock.

Surprise, and then deeper arousal at being caught fills the bond as he gives me a sheepish grin. But he doesn’t look away from me as he continues to stroke himself, watching me as I swallow down Ollie’s hard length, as Titus continues to lazily pump two fingers in and out of me.

Fuck, that ishot.

The heat of his gaze sends me over the edge yet again, a tingle running down my legs and to my toes. Then I’m popping off Ollie, sitting up further and holding my hand out to Simon.

“Please, Sy,” I whimper, breathing hard, and then he’s in the bed with us, pulling off his clothes.

“I could never refuse you, sweetheart,” he murmurs before taking my lips with his. He either doesn’t taste Ollie on my lips or doesn’t care, but either way I’m glad he’s kissing me. Ollie strokes the side of my face, laying down next to me, and Titus sits up.

“How do you want us, angel?” Titus asks on a purr. “We’re here foryou.”

Biting my lip, I look between the three of my men who’ve come to my bed. My broad, strong Titus, with his bulging muscles and black tribal tattoos. My built, colorfully-tattooed sunshine alpha with eyes so blue they rival the ocean. My auburn-haired, leaner, quieter alpha who is no less strong for his silence.

“I think…” I trail off, thinking through the positioning. “During my heat I rode Ollie, Titus was in my ass while I sucked off Simon,” Simon blushes, while Ollie and Titus smirk, “so this time, how about Ollie takes my ass while I suck off Titus, and Simon can take my pussy?” I smile brightly, and my alphas all growl with desire, even Simon. A moment later, we’re positioned to where Ollie is laying on the bed, I’m lying flush on top of him with my back against his chest and his lubed up dick ready to push into my asshole. Simon straddles both of our legs, pushing into me until his knot hits my opening, making both of us groan.

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