Page 69 of Knot what I want for Christmas
“Hollie,” he says.
The little Omega simply smiles at him as she crawls up his body, pressing kisses to his skin as she does – over his thigh, his hip bone, his stomach, the center of his chest, his shoulder, his neck, his mouth. Then she’s hovering above him. Between her legs is a mess of spit and slick and come sliding down her thighs. It looks fucking dirty.
“Haven’t you had enough yet, Hollie?” I ask, teasing her, because the number of orgasms the girl has had in the last hour must be a world record.
She shakes her head vehemently, her eyes still locked on Nash.
“Hollie, perhaps you ought to–” he begins.
But she leans forward, capturing his hands in hers and pinning them to the mattress. “I haven’t had enough,” she says. “Not nearly enough.”
She lines herself up with my packmate’s waiting cock, and then she sinks down onto him. She’s seriously wet and pliant, and she slides easily down his thick cock. And all I can thinkabout is when she’s ready to take more than just one of us at a time.
Nash groans. His eyes roll back in their sockets, the muscles on his stomach twitch, and his toes curl.
“She feels good, right?” I ask him.
“So wet, so tight, so perfect,” he answers.
And then I receive possibly one of the best little shows – one of the most beautiful views – of my life, because I sit on the bed and watch the little Omega bouncing up and down on my packmate’s cock, her tits and her ass jiggling as she does, her skin flushed a rosy pink, her caramel-colored hair wild around her head, and all sorts of delicious noises rushing from her mouth.
Nash is meant to be the sensitive one in our pack – the one who likes reading and spending all his spare time with the horses. He’s the one that would nurse a baby calf through the night. He’s the one who insisted that rabbit ought to live in the main house and not out in a hutch in the cold. To see him, you’d never believe the dirty filth that can stream from that man’s mouth. You have to hear it to believe it. And, oh shit, do I hear it now. The things he says, the way he says them, would have even a porn star blushing.
“Look at her – what a good little Omega she is, Tucker. Look at her bouncing – up and down, up and down – on my cock, Clay. Look at her rubbing her pussy up and down me, making herself slick, slicking all over my thighs. Smell how filthy she is, full of your seed. Look how much she loves this.”
It seems Nash’s filthy words do something to our Omega, because soon her pace falters. She falls down onto Nash’s chest, and then she’s jolting, twitching, squirming as another of those orgasms overtakes her.
“I can take more,” she whimpers.
“Seriously,” Nash asks, gazing up into her face.
“I want to try.”
“Shit,” I mutter, peering across to Clay. There will be a time when this omega can take all three of us at once but that time isn’t tonight. Two of us, though, that’s a possibility. The question is, which of us? “You,” I tell my oldest friend. He’s clearly and secretly been pining after this girl for years.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
“Yeah, but get your ass moving before I change my mind.”
Clay maneuvers himself over the bed, positioning himself above Hollie and Nash. He lines himself up with her pussy, already stuffed full of Nash’s cock.
“We’ve waited a long time, Omega. A long time for a moment like this.”
He grunts and buries his cock deep inside the Omega’s cunt, all three of them wild with the feeling.
For one moment, our world is panted breaths and racing heartbeats – damp hair, sticky skin, filthy scents, and messed-up sheets. Nobody moves.
And then Clay’s lifting his hips and sinking back into Hollie, making both the omega and our packmate groan with pleasure. It’s clear how wild it sends them all and Clay only manages a handful of thrusts before Hollie’s coming again, Nash straight after her.
There’s no way the omega can cope with more than one knot, so Clay pulls out of her pussy, grunting as he paints her skin with ribbons of come.
The three of them collapse down in one sticky, hot mess on the bed, limbs tangled. I wish I could take a picture. I wish I was an artist and could paint. Because they look incredible. I lie down beside them.
For a while we’re all silent, catching our breaths and I’m sure each one of us is reflecting on what’s just happened between us, that each of us has come to a realization. This is how it’s meantto be between us. This is what we were meant to do. There is nothing better than this.
Hollie speaks first. “You said you’d waited a long time to do that. Was this the first … I mean, I thought that… you’re a pack and–”
“We’ve never shared an Omega before,” Clay tells her.
