Page 92 of Knot Our Reality

He smirks. “It’ll be my pleasure. Camden, help Emilia set up on the pillows so she’s comfortable.”

“Yes, alpha.” I help her onto the bed, the two of us crawling up the bed toward her pregnancy pillow. She sits in the round top, getting comfortable as I layer pillows behind her so she’s reclined. “Good?”

Emilia shifts around, making sure the pillows won’t get dislodged, before nodding. We both turn our attention to the edge of the bed when it dips.

I lick my lips at the sight of my naked mate. He looks so damn good.

“Holy shit!” Emilia gasps. “You fit that monster in your ass? With the knot?”

I chuckle as Wilder blushes. “It’s what we’re made to do, sweetheart. Don’t worry, when it’s your turn to take it, you won’t have any problems. I promise.”

I shoot her a wink before jumping when Wilder’s hand comes down on my ass. My cock has started to soften, but it’s hard just like that.

“On your hands and knees, omega. Present for your alpha.”

I scramble to do that, making sure Emilia will be able to get a good view of Wilder getting me ready for his cock. I wasn’t lying when I said we were built to take cocks like his, but even as an omega, I can’t take him without prep.

“What a good omega,” he murmurs, and I preen beneath his words. “Emilia, you can touch yourself if you’d like.”

“Okay…” She trails off. “I mean, thank you, alpha.”

A shiver runs through me, hearing her call him alpha. I’m definitely a fan.

Wilder kneels behind me, running his hands over my ass before leaning in to kiss it. He spreads my cheeks apart, likely showing Emilia how much slick that’s slipping out of me right now.

Then he’s burying his face, tonguing my puckered hole, and drinking down my slick. I cry out, fingers digging into the comforter.

“No coming,” he warns me, and I whine. All I want to do is come, but I want to be his good omega, so I’ll try to hold off.

Which is easier said than done as he works a finger inside me, pulling out and adding a second. Then a third and a fourth. I feel so fucking full, but this is nothing compared to taking his cock.

I’m barely hanging onto my sanity, let alone my orgasm, as he fucks me with his fingers. I hear Emilia cry out, and I wish I could see her face right now—because she definitely just came.

“Alpha, I…I can’t.” I can’t seem to force out the rest of my words, but hearing her come from watching Wilder fuck me with his fingers has me ready to spill.

Another whine escapes me as he removes his fingers, lifting me off the bed and depositing me between Emilia’s legs. His fingers wraparound my cock, stroking me once, twice—I come on the third stroke, spilling my seed across her stomach.

She reaches down, running her fingers in it before lifting it to her lips. “Yum.”

“Fuck. The two of you are going to be the death of me,” Wilder groans. “Camden, get inside our girl. I want you to fuck her good.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I lift her legs, wrapping them around my hips as I plow into her. There’s no way I can do this slowly. I’m too desperate for her bite—to give her mine.

She bucks her hips to meet mine, telling me she’s yearning for this just as much as I am.

“In a hurry, omegas?” Wilder asks with a chuckle as he shuffles up behind me. He lifts Emilia’s legs and hooks them over his hips instead of mine.

I freeze when the tip of his cock presses against me, ignoring the whine that spills from Emilia. He pushes into me slowly, forcing me deeper into Emilia’s cunt.

Then I have no control over my movements as Wilder takes over, pounding me into Emilia repeatedly.

My eyes roll into the back of my head. Having him inside me as I’m buried in Emilia is better than I could’ve ever imagined.

Emilia and I are both close, my arms beginning to shake as I keep myself above Emilia so as not to put pressure on her belly. When she clamps down on me, her pussy fluttering, I’m lost.

“I fucking love you,” I tell her as I come, biting the side of the neck and sending her tumbling over the edge.

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