Page 84 of Knot Your Karma
Declan positions himself over me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. “Going to claim you slow,” he promises, blue eyes locked on mine. “Make you feel every inch as I fill you up.”
“Look at this,” Reed murmurs as Declan pushes inside with deliberate control. “Look how she takes you, how herbody welcomes you in. That’s omega biology working exactly as it should.”
I gasp at the sensation of being stretched, filled, claimed. Even aroused and slick, Declan is big enough to make me feel owned in the most fundamental way.
“Such a good fit,” Declan groans, sinking deeper until I can feel him everywhere. “Like you were made for alpha cock, made to take everything I give you.”
“Tell her what it feels like,” Reed’s instruction carries vicarious arousal. “Tell her what it’s like to be inside omega who chose you, who wants your knot.”
“Like coming home,” Declan breathes, his rhythm starting controlled but building to something more demanding. “Like finding the place I’m supposed to be, where I belong.”
Each thrust hits spots that make me see stars, and I can feel his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock. The sensation is overwhelming—not just physical, but emotional. Being claimed while Reed watches, directs, coordinates—it feels like pack at its most fundamental level.
“Feel that?” Declan’s voice roughens with claiming instinct. “Feel your alpha’s knot getting ready to lock inside you?”
“Yes,” I sob, because the pressure is building and I can feel every millimeter of his knot swelling. “Want it, want to be knotted?—”
“Tell her what you’re going to do,” Reed’s command carries something that makes this feel ceremonial. “Tell her what alpha knot means when it’s claiming instead of conquest.”
“Going to stretch you so good,” Declan’s promise comes as his rhythm becomes erratic, knot swelling fuller. “Keep you full of my cum, show you what it means to belong to pack.”
“Watch her face,” Reed instructs Adrian. “Watch whathappens when our omega gets exactly what her biology craves from an alpha who worships her.”
When Declan’s knot swells fully, the sensation overwhelms everything else, which would be embarrassing to explain to anyone ever, but right now I don’t care because it feels like my body finally got the instruction manual it’s been missing for twenty-six years. He comes with a possessive growl, pumping endless warmth inside me as his knot locks us together.
“Mine,” Declan breathes against my throat. “Pack omega, claimed and exactly where you belong.”
When his canines sink into my flesh it sets off a chain of orgasms that I swear causes me to black out for a minute.
“Look at that,” Reed’s voice carries wonder, and when I turn my head toward him, his eyes are dark with satisfaction. “Look how stunning you are when you’re knotted, when you understand exactly how treasured you are.”
The knotting lasts longer than I expected—twenty minutes of being locked together while Declan’s cum fills me and aftershocks ripple through my system. Reed talks us through it, his voice a constant reassurance about how right we look, how this is what pack claiming should feel like.
“This is omega satisfaction,” Reed explains to Adrian, though his voice carries to all of us. “See how relaxed she is? How her scent has settled into pure contentment? This is what happens when omega gets claimed by alpha who understands worship.”
When Declan’s knot finally deflates enough for him to slip out, I whimper at the loss—and at the rush of his cum sliding down my thighs.
“Don’t worry,” Reed’s voice carries beta certainty. “Adrian’s going to take care of you next. Going to show you what gentle claiming feels like.”
“My turn,” Adrian waits for Reed’s nod before moving.The deference to Reed’s coordination makes something warm settle in my chest—this is pack harmony in action.
“Different approach this time,” Reed settles more comfortably in his chair. “Declan showed her possession and protection. Adrian, you show her permanence and safety. Show her what it’s like to be claimed by an alpha who builds things to last.”
Adrian touches me like he’s memorizing every inch of my body, calloused fingers tracing patterns that make me arch into his touch. Where Declan claimed me with fierce possession, Adrian builds my pleasure layer by layer—finding the spot on my inner thigh that makes me whimper, the place where my neck meets my shoulder that has me gasping his name. He works me over with the same methodical precision he brings to restoration projects, except instead of fixing broken antiques, he’s taking me apart completely and I’m here for every devastating second of it.
“Steady,” Reed encourages when I tremble under Adrian’s thorough attention. “Let him build this properly. Let him show you what craftsmanship looks like when it’s applied to omega pleasure.”
“So responsive,” Adrian murmurs, his mouth following the path his hands traced. “Every part of you is worth taking my time with, every response is exactly what I hoped for.”
“Tell her what you’re building,” Reed doesn’t raise his voice, but there’s something in the way he speaks that makes both alphas respond immediately, and watching that level of quiet control is doing ridiculous things to my arousal levels. “Tell her what foundation you’re laying.”
“Building trust,” Adrian groans. “Building pleasure that will last, satisfaction that goes bone-deep. Building something permanent.”
His fingers find my entrance, still slick from Declan’s claiming but hypersensitive to new touch. The first slide of his fingers makes me gasp, and Adrian pauses.
“More?” he asks, but his eyes flick to Reed for guidance.
“She can take it,” Reed confirms. “Our omega is stronger than she knows. Show her what she can handle when she feels completely safe.”
