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Quincy’s system doesn’t regulate. It’s acting like she’s an omega in heat. The only thing that keeps her fever manageable is being locked on a knot, but as I’ve already told Trigg…
My dick is done for.
I’ve had a long day and more orgasms than I can count. I’m pretty sure Quincy made me come a time or two while I was stillasleep, and I’m half delirious as I walk Trigg through what he’s supposed to be doing.
“I’m telling you,” he snarls, “my tip is hitting the bottom of her pussy on every thrust. There’s no way she can reach my knot. It’s just not working. Maybe I have a bigger dick than you?”
I cradle Quincy’s cheeks as he fucks into her doggy style, and it’s the only thing that stops me from pulling a hand away to flip him off.
“Try harder, then,” I growl.
At the same time, Quincy scoffs. “I’m more than capable of taking your knot.”
“Doggy style isn’t working.” I release her face, looping my arms under hers and pulling her up until she’s vertical on her knees. Trigg follows, repositioning himself while keeping his crown inside her. “Let’s see if this helps. If not, might I suggest fucking her harder?”
“I’m doing the best I can,” he grinds out. “Battering her cervix seems especially violent for very little payoff. My dick must be too big to make this work.”
“I’m totally fine,” Quincy slurs. “Batter away. My cervix is great.”
I snort. Seriously, life with an omega in the house is a trip. I’m grateful my parents sent us kids to our grandparents’ house every time my mom went into heat.
“She’s gonna be fine,” I say firmly. “Knot her and bring down her fever.”
Trigg glares at me over Quincy’s shoulder.
I get it.
We’re both nervous and doing the best we can. I’ll personally feel a lot better once we can talk to the doctor in the morning. And that’s if the random waves of heat that she’s experiencing let up for long enough for us to venture out in public.
My nerves are shot.
I’m exhausted.
I’m also not the goddamn sex whisperer.
Quincy moans, resting her head against my chest. I’m the only thing keeping her upright at the moment, so I tease my hand over her shoulder and come to terms with how close Trigg and I have gotten tonight.
“Buck up into her, but once you get as deep as you can get…” I shrug. “Grind even more. Buck a little harder.”
“And if I injure her?”
I can’t help myself. My eyes roll. “You won’t. Her body needs this. I’m pretty sure omega biology is set up to convert pain to pleasure during waves of heat, anyway.”
Do they have adult classes on how to take care of an omega? Because if so… Trigg and I might need to sign up.
Quincy has had enough waiting. She begins to bounce on her knees as her nails dig into my sides. I’m basically hugging her, but I keep my forearms touching her sides and grab her ass. The next time she falls over his length, I use my hold to give her a solid shove.
Trigg’s wide eyes meet mine over her shoulder, and a string of nonsensical begging spills from Quincy’s lips.
“That worked,” he chokes out.
Fucking thank the universe.
“Thank you,” he says, moving to kiss over her shoulder.
I nod.
Tonight has been eye-opening. There’s no way I would be able to take care of her solo.
