Page 67 of Knot what I want for Christmas
I can feel Clay’s knot deflating between my legs, and I wonder if, like I’m a pack Omega, he’s a pack Alpha and his cock knows how to share. I wriggle free from his arms and, with the sheet still tucked under my arms, roll to sit up.
“Are you happy to oblige?” I ask them both.
Tucker winks at me. “I’m at your service, ma’am.”
Nash simply stares at me and murmurs, “There’s nothing I’d want more in this world.”
“Good,” I say, feeling the mattress shift beside me as Clay also rolls up to sit. “But there’s one problem I see with this arrangement.”
All three of their scents spiral in the air momentarily, signaling alarm that I have spotted a potential problem. What does that mean? That we’re already highly in tune with one another? And does that mean we were meant for each other?
“What problem?” Tucker asks.
“Your packmates –” I point to Tucker and then to Nash “– are wearing far too many clothes.”
I barely finish my sentence before Tucker has stripped most of the clothes from his body. His skin, despite the short winter days, is sun-kissed, and a swirl of ink runs over his chest and around his shoulders. The fuzz of hair that skims down his belly to his cock is darker than the blond locks on his head and a lot curlier. His cock itself is just as big as his packmate’s, although it curves at a slightly different angle.
Nash takes more time undressing, his chestnut eyes locked on me the whole time as he carefully folds his sweater, his socks, his shirt, and then his pants in a neat pile. Tucker’s practically bouncing on the soles of his feet by the time Nash finally –finally– slides his boxers down his thick thighs.
“Jeez, man,” he mutters.
Nash’s cock is hard too, and the little Omega inside me buzzes with pride. I did that. Just the thought of being with me is making them hard.
I’m not disappointed to find that Nash’s cock is just as big as his packmates’, although it does provide me with some technical considerations.
I nibble on my lip as Nash and Tucker stalk toward the bed. “How is this going to work? Because … ” I point to the two cocks striding my way. “There’s no way– ”
“Yes, there is,” Clay growls beside me.
I snap my head in his direction. “You don’t know what I was going to say.”
“I do. You think, because we’re big, you won’t be able to take us all. And I’m telling you, you will.”
I shake my head. Clay was big enough – he’d had to coax and cajole me to open up to him. He hadn’t been able to fit all the way inside me at first.
“You’re an Omega,” Nash states matter-of-factly. “Your pussy was made to take knots. It was made to take more than one cock.”
I’d forgotten how frank and how ridiculously dirty Nash’s words could be. I’d also forgotten the effect they could have on me. I feel slick sliding from between my legs. The smell of it is sticky and sweet in the air, and the other two alphas are scrabbling up onto the bed.
“Hi,” I say when I find myself in the center of a circle of very naked, very hot alphas.
Honestly, forget the wood-chopping, forget the hay-bale throwing, forget the horse grooming and every other slightly insignificant, minor erotic event that’s ever happened to me in my whole entire life, because this blows everything out of the bedroom.
“Hey there,” Tucker replies. “Fancy meeting you here – in your nest.”
“What do you mean?” I say.
“It’s yours now,” Clay says.
And I know they’re just words – words said to a girl they’re about to do frankly dirty, obscene things with – but it still has my heart fluttering. I’d love a nest like this. I’d love a nest that was built for me with love and attention. It’s crazy, but it’s as if these men knew what I wanted before even I did, because frankly there’s nothing about this nest that I would change.
“So how exactly are we going to–”
But I don’t finish my words because Tucker has hold of my shins. He yanks them down the bed so that I’m falling onto my back and then he’s pinning my legs open.
“Nash,” he says, “make our girl come.”
“Yes,” I say, “please do, Nash.”
