Page 28 of A Very Knotty Halloween
Even now, even after everything we already did, I can’t lie: a part of me half-expected her to say no, but the moment she utters that single word, whatever holds me back is suddenly no longer in the picture. Beneath the water, I grab her ass and hoist her up a bit, and when I guide her back down, she sinks perfectly onto my waiting cock.
Damien and Jack watch, even though they can’t see a thing through the bubbles and the water.
Her core is slick, ready to take a knot. My massive length slides in effortlessly, and the moment I fill her up, Marnie gives me a look that would’ve pushed me over the edge if I wasn’t already tumbling down that same metaphorical cliff.
God. I really was stupid when I claimed tonight was only about me keeping her away from other alphas. This whole time, I knew. Jack and Damien knew, too, and they just let me live in my make-believe world. But no more. No more can I claim this is for altruistic reasons.
No. I want her. I need her. And now I’m about to knot her.
Because she’s my mate. Marnie is my mate.
The animal inside me must have known the moment we met at the wedding, all those years ago. The newly-emerged alpha must have smelled its mate in her, but we were both far too young to recognize those feelings, and we sure as hell were too young to accept them.
Now, we’re older, and we aren’t blind. Now I have a pack she can join, and together we can begin our lives.
Of course, we’ll have to sit the whole family down and explain—not looking forward to that awkward conversation at all, but it’s not something we can hide from, not something we can ignore. My dad, my mom, her dad; they all must know.
I run a hand along her body, over her hip, up to her chest, where I cup one of her breasts and tweak her nipple, causing her to slam her eyelids shut and moan. That same hand continues upward until it reaches her neck, comfortably wrapping around her throat as my hips start to rock beneath the water.
It doesn’t take long for the knot to swell inside her. To be honest, I had to fight it off multiple times tonight, so my body, my knot, is raring to go. The only thing I have to do is let it out of its cage.
Marnie moans again, the sound so light and feathery, yet it still manages to shake me to my core, make my chest shudder with an agonizing need. She’s such a small thing, and the way she unravels is intensely addicting, like I will never be able to get enough of her. My knot swells and swells until it grows so large that our bodies become locked together, until there’s no way in hell anyone or anything could pull me away from her, could pull me out of her.
Beside us, Damien licks his lips in what must be envy—if I know him, he’s dying to knot her as badly as I was mere moments ago, but the alpha will have to wait his turn. Same with Jack. Right now, Marnie is all mine.
I lean my head down, resting my forehead upon hers while I pump my cock inside her. The knot only lets me pull my cock out so much before it stops me from completely withdrawing; I can’t go at her wildly, but that’s all right. Knotting her is enough.
Knotting her is everything, actually.
If I thought her pussy felt good before, it feels even better when I’m knotted inside her. The pressure, the tightness; everything is amplified thanks to the knot, and it damn near makes me lose my mind and go into a rut.
Just like omegas lose their minds during their heats, alphas can get stuck in a rut, where all they want to do is fuck. Typically, the two coincide—the omega’s heat helps bring that side out ofthe alpha, but not always. An alpha without a mate who’s caught in a rut is a dangerous thing. Me, myself, I’ve never felt the need to lose my mind before, but being knotted inside her gives me a taste of what it must be like.
I keep one of my hands fastened around Marnie’s neck, while my other holds onto her lower back, helping to keep her stable while I fuck her from below. On my other side, Jack’s hand has moved to her body beneath the surface of the water, and a few seconds later that hand surfaces as he caresses her chest. He moves closer, and I know what his goal is, so I lift my forehead off Marnie and give him some space between us. I arch her so that her chest is just barely out of the water, and Jack responds by lowering his head and latching onto the nearest nipple.
The omega on my lap sucks in a hard breath, her core tightening around my length when Jack starts to toy with that nipple using his mouth.
To my left, Damien follows Jack’s lead, although he doesn’t go for the nipple. His hand snakes between us beneath the water, finding Marnie’s clit, and his other hand roams to the back of her head, where his fingers weave into her hair and he pulls her head back. I let him, though I don’t release my hold on her throat. He turns her head to the side and kisses her.
Marnie is puttie on my lap, being worshipped by all three of us at the same time. Me and my knot inside her, Jack and his mouth on her chest, and Damien with his kisses and his hand beneath the water. Her chest heaves. Her body flushes. Her pussy clamps down so hard on my cock it makes me want to explode right there.
I manage to keep my cool for now, but Marnie doesn’t. She comes with a sudden outcry, the orgasm taking hold of her and refusing to let go. I can feel the slick inside her core, and as she moans I moan with her, unable to keep the sound in. With theassault on multiple fronts, the omega’s orgasm lasts and lasts, her body nothing more than a leaking, spasming, moaning thing.
And, fuck, I’ve never seen anything hotter.
She’s ours. She’s so fucking ours. Every part of her. Every inch of her, inside and out. Marnie is ours, and none of us are ever going to let her go.
My canines ache with a burning need to mark her, to bite her over her scent gland and mark her as mine forever—but something like that we haven’t discussed yet, and it’s probably best not to do it in the heat of the moment.
Besides, we’ll have forever to talk about it and decide when’s the best time to bond with her officially. I already got what I wanted tonight. Her.
I don’t doubt the others feel the same primal need in their teeth, too. It’s something alphas do when they find their mates; it’s supposed to stop any others from being attracted to their mate’s scent, but, as I saw with my parents, it doesn’t always work. Apparently when scent matches are in the picture, all rules and logic get thrown out of the window.
I used to be bitter about it. I used to blame Marnie for it all, even though she was a kid and had nothing to do with it. I was a kid too, so my thoughts and feelings back then weren’t very rational. Now, as the years have gone by, I’ve accepted it. My dad has started to date again, and while I don’t particularly like the idea of any new brothers or sisters, if it happens, it happens. I want the old man to be happy, as cheesy as it sounds.
I watch as Marnie unravels again on my cock, with the help of all three of us. Damien is still busy devouring her, while Jack is still latched onto her chest, so it isn’t as if she can respond, but I find myself asking in a low, husky voice, “Does that feel good, omega? Do you like being the center of attention? Our greedy little omega, so hungry for us, for everything we give you.”
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Marnie tonight, it’s that she loves the dirty talk. Damien is the pro at that, but I can up my game where she’s concerned. I can learn. I’ll do anything, whatever I have to, if it’ll make her happy—if it’ll make her come again and again on my cock.
