Page 85 of Knot Your Karma
Adrian takes his sweet time opening me up, which would normally make me impatient except his fingers know exactly what they’re doing and I’m rapidly losing the ability to think coherent thoughts. He finds spots that make me gasp and then does that thing with his tongue that has me arching off the bed while Reed provides this running commentary about technique that should be mortifying but instead makes everything ten times hotter. By the time Adrian’s satisfied with his prep work, I’m shaking and probably incoherent and definitely past caring about how desperate I sound when I beg for more.
“Please,” I finally gasp, reaching for Adrian with desperate hands. “Need you inside me, need to feel claimed again?—”
“Now,” Reed agrees. “Show her what permanent feels like.”
When Adrian pushes his cock inside me, it’s so different from Declan’s claiming that I actually gasp at the contrast. Where Declan fucked me like he was marking territory, Adrian fills me like he’s savoring every inch—slow and thick and so careful it makes me want to scream. He stretches me perfectly, and I can feel every ridge and vein as he sinks deeper, those storm-gray eyes watching my face like he’s memorizing how I look taking his cock. The way he goes slow, building the stretch until I’m whimpering and clawing at his shoulders, makes me feel like he’s not just fucking me—he’s claiming something deeper, something that’s going to last long after his knot deflates.
“Such a good fit,” Adrian’s moan rumbles against my flesh. “Like you were built for this, for us. Taking everything so beautifully.”
“Look at her,” Reed instructs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Look how she opens for you, how her body welcomes you in. That’s omega who knows she’s treasured.”
Adrian’s rhythm is steady, controlled, designed to build something that will shatter me completely. Each thrust hits exactly the right spots, and I can feel his knot beginning to swell.
“Feel that foundation settling?” Reed asks, though I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Adrian. “Feel how solid that is, how it’s built to last?”
“Going to knot you deep,” Adrian promises. “Lock inside you and fill you up, make sure you know exactly how permanent this is.”
“Tell her what your knot means,” Reed’s instruction carries weight. “Tell her what it’s like to claim omega who chose you back.”
“Like building something that will never break,” Adrian breathes, his knot swelling gradually, giving me time to adjust. “Like creating foundation that will hold everything we build on top of it.”
His knot builds like everything else about Adrian—methodically, ensuring every part is solid before adding pressure. When it swells fully, the sensation is overwhelming in the best way—like being anchored, secured, made permanently safe.
“There,” Adrian breathes as his orgasm hits, pumping warmth deep inside me while his knot locks us together. “Claimed by your alphas, filled with pack seed, exactly where you belong.”
“Stunning,” Reed murmurs, satisfaction rich in his voice. “Look at her, Adrian. Look how complete she looks with your knot inside her.”
Adrian’s knotting feels different from Declan’s—less possessive fire and more steady certainty. His cum mixes with Declan’s inside me, and the sensation of being filled by bothmy alphas while Reed watches makes something fundamental settle in my bones.
“This is pack,” Reed explains, voice soft with wonder. “This is what it looks like when an omega is completely claimed, completely satisfied, completely safe.”
The two knotings have left me floating in a haze of satisfaction and belonging, but when Adrian’s knot finally deflates and he slips out, I feel oddly incomplete. Like something is missing.
“Reed,” I say, reaching toward him with shaking hands. “Want you too, want all of pack?—”
“I know, beautiful,” Reed rises from his chair . “But not tonight. Tonight was about celebration, about showing you what worship looks like.”
He settles beside me on the bed, hands gentle as they arrange me more comfortably between Declan and Adrian.
“Tomorrow morning,” Reed promises, ocean breeze warm with anticipation, “when the light is soft and we have time to do it properly—that’s when I claim you. When I can take my time and show you what beta claiming really means.”
The promise sends warmth curling through my belly, even satisfied as I am.
“Different from alpha claiming?” I ask, though my voice is slurred with satisfaction.
“Very different,” Reed confirms, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Alpha claiming is about possession and protection. Beta claiming is about connection and completion. About making pack bonds permanent.”
“Will you bite me?” The question slips out before I can stop it.
“If you want me to,” Reed’s voice carries simple honesty. “If you’re ready for that kind of permanent.”
I consider this, for all of two seconds. “I think I am. I think I’m ready for all of it.”
“Good,” satisfaction warms Reed’s voice. “Because I’vebeen planning exactly how I want to claim you since the day we met.”
Afterward, they arrange themselves around me like shelter—Declan’s arm beneath my head, Adrian’s hand tracing patterns on my stomach, Reed’s fingers threading through mine.
“How do you feel?” Reed asks eventually, voice soft with satisfaction.
