Page 22 of A Very Knotty Halloween
I can’t deny how strangely at peace I feel. No more anxiety. No more overthinking. Just a peaceful existence, caught up in the moment, in the three alphas around me. A part of me wants to agree with them, to tell them that I’m theirs, that I couldnever belong to any other alpha that’ll come strolling along—but I don’t.
I don’t say any of that because that’s just crazy, isn’t it?
“And the night’s only just getting started,” Cas goes on, pinching one of my nipples and drawing out a low moan from me. “Don’t worry. By the time the sun rises, you’ll know you’re ours.”
I want to be smart, to be witty and say there aren’t any clocks in here, and there aren’t any windows, so we wouldn’t know the exact moment the sun comes up—but I don’t, mostly because, deep down, I think I already know he’s right.
“Damien, get her up, on her hands and knees,” he orders, and Damien is quick to pull his fingers out of me and help me roll over. I’m suddenly on my hands and knees on the bed, my ass pressing against Damien’s hard cock, while Cas’s thick member appears in front of my face.
It’s one thing to feel it inside of me, but it’s another thing entirely to come face-to-face with a cock like that. Just seeing it in all its veiny glory makes me hot all over—or maybe the sudden rise in my body temperature is due to Damien taking his cock and rubbing it in the curve of my ass, just barely catching the slick wetting my core.
Cas runs a hand through my hair, then that hand falls to my cheek, then to my chin, where his thumb pushes past my lips and traces down one of my fake vampire teeth. “How good do you think you’ll be with those teeth on, hmm? Think you can take me in your mouth?”
My heart pounds hard in my chest at the thought of any part of him in my mouth, let alone with these teeth. They’re not really sharp enough to break skin unless a lot of force is behind them, but still… I’ve never taken a cock in my mouth before, even without fake teeth in the mix.
What if I hurt him? What if I’m not good enough? What if, what if, what if. Ah, there’s the unwelcome anxious thoughts. I knew they wouldn’t be gone forever.
He must sense where my mind is at, because he tells me, “Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it. I can take a little pain, so don’t worry about the teeth. Just… whatever you do, don’t bite down on me, okay?”
I nod as I refocus on his cock.
He takes his thumb off my sharp vampire teeth and moves his hand to the back of my head. “Now open your mouth.” When I do as he instructed, he pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth, and something makes me lick at the oozing tip, catching the precum that had gathered there.
Though it’s just a taste, just a small, tiny taste of him, I’d be a liar if I say his cum tastes terrible. No, it’s sweet with a little tang, a different kind of taste that’s anything but bad. If anything, that little lick made me want more.
“A little bit more,” Cas says, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. My jaw is completely extended; I don’t know how long I can keep it like that, and I’m certain the tips of my vampire fangs rub against his length, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “Focus on the tip. Suck me hard, lick me, play with me. Do whatever you want. Being in that sweet mouth of yours is enough. If your jaw hurts, just tap me on the leg. It took Jack a long time to be able to do what he does without a break in between.”
“A lot of practice,” Jack hums to himself, sounding quite proud.
And he should be. The cock in my mouth is no joke. No joke at all.
As I start to work on the tip, as I suck on him like I would suck on a piece of candy, I feel Damien behind me spread my cheeks. Right when I get worried that he’s going to push himselfinto a different hole, I feel his cock penetrate my pussy, gliding in easily.
And just like that, I’m full of cock, sandwiched between two über alphas.
It’s hard, even though I’m pretty much only focusing on the cock in my mouth, to juggle two at once. I imagine it’s like what Cas and Jack said—with practice, dealing with multiple cocks at once must get easier, much like giving head. Still, it’s not something I was prepared for, so for a minute or so, I’m nothing more than a body, trying to get used to the feeling of a cock in my mouth while there’s another in my core behind me.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not a bad feeling. The very opposite, in fact. It feels hella good. Like, so damn good. Like I’m finally where I was meant to be. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, and that is not an exaggeration. You’d have to drag me away from this bed and these alphas kicking and screaming.
Once I get used to the overload of sensation, I’m able to put more focus on the cock in my mouth, on sucking and licking and tasting hints of that cum from that small hole. Cas keeps his hand on the back of my head, guiding his cock in and out of my mouth with slow thrusts; not at all like he did when he was inside me before, but I suppose he’s taking it easy with me since it’s my first time giving head.
Behind me, Damien has his hands tight on my sides, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough that it’s uncomfortable but not hard enough that they’ll leave bruises. His pace is faster, harder, and he slams into me wildly, grunting every now and then with so much vigor you wouldn’t realize he already came multiple times tonight.
But that’s the thing about alphas: they’re never satisfied. They have legendary stamina. They can go on and on and on… and on and on and on. Seriously. And us omegas were made to take it all, to crave it all.
“You’re doing so good, omega,” Cas purrs out the praise, and my body warms under it. “So good. And by the look on Damien’s face, your pussy is doing just as good, taking everything he’s giving you.” He runs his hand through my hair, like he’s smoothing it down or trying to caress me. “You’re our greedy little omega now, aren’t you? Our beautiful little slut, desperate for our cum. Let’s put on a show for Jack, hmm? Let’s show him just how hungry of an omega you are.”
The more he talks, the more I go at his cock. It’s like he’s whispering those things directly into my ear, egging me on, pulling on strings inside of me I never knew existed. I want to make him come. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
My core responds to the dirty talk, tightening and clamping down on Damien’s cock, causing the alpha to grunt and growl out, “Fuck. She likes that, Cas. Our dirty little girl likes that.” He jerks into me harder, so hard my head bobs along Cas’s length from the impact.
“Of course she does,” Cas whispers. “She’s our omega. Our greedy girl.”
I moan, but the moan is muffled by the cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the tip of it, slowly licking up the cum that had started to ooze out of it, and the alpha himself lets out a groan. I suck harder, just as desperate as he said I was, craving more of that alpha cum, needing it like it’s my favorite dessert and I’m starving.
“Oh, yes,” he breathes out, “see? You’re doing such a good job, omega. You’re going to make me come. Are you ready for it? Will you swallow every drop of me down like the good girl I know you are?”
With a mouth full of cock, I can’t say a thing, but based on how I bob along his length more eagerly, I’d say that’s my answer.
