Page 29 of A Very Knotty Halloween
I don’t know how long we’re like that, a mess of limbs, hands, and mouths, but it’s a while. It’s a long while until I can no longer push that feeling in my gut away. Ignoring it only works for so long, but feeling her body shudder so much, watching Damien’s mouth ravage hers while Jack toys with her nipple, is too much. A man can only have so much willpower before it gets washed down the drain with everything else.
My hips rock beneath her, plunging my swollen cock as deep into her core as her body allows, and I throw my head back the same moment a loud moan flows from me, my entire chest trembling with pleasure. Wave after wave of cum unleashes inside her; a knotted cock has much more to give than a non-knotted one. The sheer force of the orgasm makes me a shade delirious, and I can’t think straight even after it subsides.
A knotted cock doesn’t fade immediately. The whole point of a knot is to keep an alpha locked inside his omega for an extended period of time—to increase the likelihood of getting her pregnant. Obviously, we aren’t worried about that right now, and I hope it’s not something we’ll have to worry about for a while yet. I’d like for us to find a home with a nice yard, get established in our careers, before we even discuss the possibility of having kids. Life is getting more and more expensive lately, and I don’t want us as a pack to ever know what it’s like to struggle.
We stay like that for a while; Jack and Damien eventually stop worshipping her, waiting their turn. I know for a fact they both want to knot her as well, and now that I’ve knotted herfirst, I am more than happy to let them, and I don’t have to be a psychic to know she’d like that, too.
I don’t know how long it takes for my cock to slip out of Marnie, but the moment I manage to pull out of her, Damien is the first to grab her and tug her onto his lap, mimicking the position we had when she was on me. Even though we’re in the water still, my cock immediately misses the warmth of her pussy. My first instinct is to yank her back, reclaim her and bury my cock back into that pussy, where it should always be, but I manage to resist.
It looks as though Damien wastes no time at all. Though I can’t see it, I know the moment he pierces her from below, because she lets out a pleased sigh and sinks against his chest. He must thrust from below, like I did; his body moves a bit, but that’s all you can see above the water.
Speaking of, with the water not running, the bubbles have finally begun to pop. There is still an overwhelming amount of bubbles in the bath and on the floor around the tub, but nowhere near the amount that was there a while ago. I hope to God we don’t have to pay for any damages—if we do, I am so going to strangle Damien for his stupidity.
Okay, I won’tstranglehim. I’m not that kind of alpha. I am, however, the kind of alpha that will daydream about doing just that.
Jack sits next to me with a doughy look on his face, like he’s completely smitten with the omega on Damien’s lap. I can’t blame him. I can’t blame either of them for latching on so fast. There’s something about Marnie that pulls you in, something that refuses to let you go. It’s frankly a fucking miracle that she doesn’t have any other alphas sniffing around her in her daily life, let alone here, tonight.
Not that I would have let any other alphas come sniffing tonight. I would have thrown down so hard I would have made a new definition for the wordbeatdown.
“Fuck,” Damien murmurs, bending his neck at an awkward angle so he can bury his nose in the crook of her neck while he fucks her from below. I assume he’s knotted her, based on what he says next: “You feel so good, omega. How does it feel being knotted like the dirty omega you are?”
All Marnie can do is whimper and nod against him, apparently unable to speak her approval.
“It’s like your pussy was made for me,” Damien goes on. “For us. This tight, wet pussy and all the slick inside… are you going to come for me like you came for Cas? I want to feel you gush slick while I fuck you with my knot.”
She shivers against him, moaning, and based on the sound, I think she’s close. Her body has been primed many times already, so it won’t take much to make her come again. The beauty of being an omega means an overload of orgasms, her body always ready for the pleasure to sweep through her like a storm.
“That’s right,” Damien whispers against her neck, “come for me. I want to feel that sweet body of yours shake for me. I want your sweet pussy to shudder in ecstasy. Lose your mind for me, omega. Show me that right now, you’re all mine.”
The dirty talk is all she needs to be pushed off the edge yet again. Our beautiful omega comes for him, every muscle on her body tightening as she throws her head back and cries out, and Damien holds onto her as she trembles and spasms, a smug look on his face—though thankfully he doesn’t shoot that smug look at me or Jack.
Beside me, Jack sighs, and I know he’s dying to be buried inside her yet again, dying to give her his knot. I lean back, content with watching, for now. Maybe later I’ll decide I’m ready for another round, but I bet after Damien is done knotting her,and after Jack has his turn, Marnie will be tuckered out and ready for bed.
I know exactly what Damien feels as he fucks her from below, how good that pussy feels wrapped around his cock, especially while it’s knotted, so it doesn’t surprise me that he comes swiftly, the buildup in him too much to ignore. He comes with a vengeance, so much so that I know if we were on a bed right now, the sheets would be wet from all the bodily fluids.
Yeah, sex between alphas and omegas is never clean.
Damien holds her until his knot subsides, and then, once Marnie is free of his cock, Jack extends a hand toward her. Without a word, she slips her small hand into his, and allows Jack to pull her to his side of the tub, where she straddles him much like she just did Damien and me. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him hard, though I can tell she’s getting tired due to how sloppy those kisses are.
Jack doesn’t complain, though. How could he? He practically hums as his mouth claims hers, as his hand reaches beneath the water and adjusts himself, ready to fuck and knot her. Both he and Marnie moan when he enters her, and he wraps both arms around her back and holds her to him as his lower half starts to move.
I watch for a while, watch as Jack is the one to lose himself in her—literally. He holds onto her with such fervency, with such desperation, you’d think he was starving and she was a buffet spread out before him. After a while I glance to Damien and find him smirking at them both.
“That was,” he pauses, bringing those eyes to me, “so fucking nice. I think I could get used to that.”
I can’t help it; I chuckle softly. “I know exactly how you feel,” I say, because I do. Of course I imagined how this night would go—I imagined an awful lot of things—but I never thought it’d feel this good. Never thought we’d click quite like this. It literallyis perfect. There are no other words to describe how everything tonight has come together.
Jack lasts a lot longer than I imagined he would, and after he and Marnie take turns coming, it’s even longer before they’re able to untangle themselves from the other. She looks like she’s ready to pass out, so when she crawls off Jack, I ask Damien, “Can you grab us some towels?”
“Yeah,” he says, heaving himself out of the tub and the mess of retreating bubbles. Water drips off his muscular body as he wanders to the bed, where I placed the towels earlier so they wouldn’t get covered in wandering bubbles.
We all get out of the water. Jack takes a single towel from him while I help Marnie out, and after I receive a towel, Damien takes it upon himself to pat-dry Marnie all on his own, paying extra special attention to certain areas on her body, which make her giggle and roll her eyes simultaneously. Soon enough, we’re relatively dry and laying on the bed together.
Marnie lays on my chest, while Damien and Jack are on my left. She sighs, and I feel that sigh in my core. “I’m so tired,” she whispers, “but I don’t know if I can sleep. Is that weird?”
“No,” I tell her, mostly due to the fact I feel the same. I could sleep, if I really try, but the adrenaline still pumps so fast in my veins sleep would take forever to come. By the time I finally get drowsy, the sun’s liable to be up.
“How are we going to tell our parents about this?” she asks, addressing me and not the others. “We can’t hide this. Your mom will smell you on me the moment I come home, even if I shower really good here.”
