Page 87 of Puck Your Friend
I can’t stop shaking.
Wes pulls out first, chest heaving. Jace follows a moment later. His cock drags free with a groan. Neither of them finished. Without their knots, I only feel half satisfied.
I sag into their arms, too wrung out to speak. They lower me to the ground, but my legs shake too hard to hold me up. I drop. Jace and Wes reach for me, but I fall straight to the floor.
I catch myself on my hands. My knees slip wide. I stay like that, breathing hard. I’m not done. On instinct, I lower onto my forearms and press my ass into the air, spreading my legs more so they see my pussy. I look like a mess, soaked and needy, but I don’t care. I just want more.
I need my alphas.
I glance over my shoulder, staring into Logan’s blue eyes. “Alpha.” My voice comes out hoarse.
Logan steps in without a word, hand around his cock as he kneels behind me, his other hand slides down my back. “You want me, Omega?” His cock brushes my opening but doesn’t enter.
“Please,” I whisper. “Need you.”
A low growl rumbles from him. He grabs my hips. Drags me back. His cock slams in on one long thrust, and I gasp, arms shaking from the force. My mouth falls open as my eyes roll. I whine. “Yes, Alpha. Give me your cock.”
I’ve never been so brazen in my life, but it feels like something else has control of my reins.
I push back, desperate. Trying to take all of him.
“Want your knot,” I pant. “Need to feel you fill me.”
Logan growls. “Not now.”
His thrusts become hard, and I continue to try to impel myself on his knot. “Need more.”
Another growl rips from him. “I said no, Omega. Listen.”
The command rolls through me. He presses his hand into my back and forces my chest and stomach to the floor with one hand between my shoulder blades. The tile chills my skin and makes my nipples tingle. I like this side of him.
“Cross your ankles.”
I do.
The shift tilts everything. Somehow, he feels even bigger. Deeper. His cock hits hard against my g-spot, every thrust landing full and fast. The slap of our bodies echoes off the tile. I moan, sounding primal to my ears.
His grip tightens. My thighs shake harder.
“You take my cock so fucking well,” he growls. “Good girl, Omega.”
His praise has my head spinning. The pressure builds fast; it coils tight like a spring. My hands slip on the tile as I try to find purchase.
“Alpha, I’m... I’m...”
He slaps my ass hard enough to sting and ripple through the muscle. “Let it go, Omega.”
It’s as if he hit the button to release the dam.
I come hard, pulsing around him. Fluid rushes out of me so forcefully it pushes him out.
All of them curse under their breaths and groan. I glance back in time to see them coming a little, but I know it’s not enough for them either. It’s not a full release unless they get to knot inside me.
Logan strokes his hand along my spine and rubs the spot that still burns from where he spanked me. I come down, somewhat, from whatever haze I was in. I still need to be knotted, but the roughness of that satisfied me for a bit.
So that’s what the movies are depicting when an Omega begs for Alpha cock.
I get it now.
