Page 63 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
Not that I’ll let that stop me.
I disrobe the rest of the way before crawling inside the warm, dark space, and when I reach Izzy, her deep inhale ends on a whine before she nuzzles into my neck to scent me again. I gently coax her naked form into my arms, where she curls up and sighs contentedly.
Matthew and Will have crawled inside the nest as well, and my brain tries to formulate how we’re going to make this work without tearing down what Izzy has built.
If she were in her right state of mind, we’d probably laugh about all this and toss the blankets and pillows off the bed to make love. But she is not in the proper state of mind. She’s very fragile, in fact. And I do not want to upset her.
“I have an idea,” Will whispers, I assume so he won’t earn Izzy’s ire. “We’ll have to work together, but we can do it. For Izzy.”
I stifle a smile at my pack brother, always seeking positivity, always wanting to do what’s right.
Will whispers his plan to us briefly, and it is a decent one, although I’m not convinced it will work. Though if the worst that happens is the blankets collapse on us, I’ll call that a win.
“Iz, baby,” Matthew calls with a smooth, soothing tone. When she peers at him over my arm, his head tilts to the side. “How are you feeling?”
“Hurts,” she breathes. “You make it better.”
“Will you let us, love? Make it better?”
Her head nods before she pulls away from me, gripping her lower belly as she whines, the sound a mix of pain and need. The sophisticated part of me is appalled that my cock would stand at attention at the sound, but biology is not to be trifled with. Her whine is meant to draw us in, to make us want to care for her.
And with that thought, I’m immediately purring, the sound filling the space around us, and Izzy sighs. This spurs on the others’ purrs, until the whole nest is filled with a chorus of our percussion.
Izzy breathes a bit easier, then gasps just before her perfume blooms on the slick pouring from her core.
My lids grow heavy, my purr intensifying along with the stiffness in my aching cock.
Being the closest, I claim her lips, mouth obscenely wide as I devour her tongue, her mewls growing intense when I run my hand across her chest and grip one breast, pinching her nipplebetween my fingers, drawing more delicious slick from her, the blossom scent strong enough to choke on.
Will and Matthew move in the darkness, positioning Izzy so her ass is to them, all the while our mouths never separate. I find myself with my legs stretched before me as Will slides beneath Izzy’s body, and we separate when she gasps at his arrival. She looks down at him and moans, that moan ending in a high-pitched whine as she begins to shake, and Will grabs her hips and slams her down onto his waiting cock, where she cries out in bliss. There’s barely a moment for her to revel before Matthew comes up from behind her and begins to rub the head of his cock along her pussy, gathering her slick onto it, before spreading her ass cheeks and sliding all the way inside her.
The scream she emits is beyond obscene just before they both begin pistoning into her body.
I fist my painful member and watch them take her, please her, until Izzy blessedly twists her upper-body to suck my cock into her mouth. It’s my turn to cry out, her warm, wet cavern envelopes my flesh, her tongue swirling around as she sucks on me like she wants to divest me of my soul. Each head bob sends the backs of her molars running along the sides of my cock, the scraping doing animal things to my body and mind until I begin to thrust into her mouth, hard and fast, needing my own release with an unmatched fervor. Grunts and growls escape my chest as I fuck my Omega’s mouth, as she whines and moans against my flesh. Each time the others thrust in deep, it sends her further down my cock until I’m finally fucking her throat, grabbing the hair at the back of her head like I’ve lost all control, fucking harder and deeper and faster, and it still isn’t enough. Not deep enough, not hard enough, not fast enough.
All our scents build on the air around us, and all of us Alphas are growling, purring, moaning, teeth mashing.
And then the world goes bright, and all that exists is pleasure as I explode inside Izzy’s mouth until she’s choking, gasping. The one brain cell I have left that works panics, and I pull out of her throat to allow her to breathe a moment before she’s coming on their cocks, screaming into my flesh.
Izzy rears back with a hiss, releasing my cock altogether, and in the darkness, there are growls and gasps, but everything happens too fast in the dark that I can’t see. I’m vaguely aware of pain in my jaw a moment before Izzy is on me, releasing a soft sigh before she sinks her teeth into the edge of my shoulder, drawing a shout from my lips. I expect pain, but there is only pleasure as she begins to lick my wound, then presents the junction of her neck to me.
There is no thought, only action, as I hiss and strike, sinking my teeth into he soft flesh as she moans, breath hitching. Her sweet blood trickles into my mouth, and instinct dictates that I lick the wound, lave it with my tongue to promote its healing.
Not long after, Izzy’s head drops back into my lap. The others are locked inside her delectable body, and Izzy takes my cock into her mouth once more, drawing a hiss from me, my knot immediately swelling inside her.
She keeps me there until my knot subsides, so we all can be locked inside her body at once, comforting and pleasuring, supporting and loving our Omega, as a pack.
Chapter Forty-Five
“So, the final list of who is going to stay here at Christmas are my parents, Christian, Bec, and Roman.”
Short notice indeed, but this afternoon Matthew and I made some calls. Him to his dad, whom he really wanted to spend the holiday with, and me to my parents, then my brother. By the time we were done, they’d all been on board with coming out, pleased to see us, I think, but also happy for a free getaway.
Then, I made an extra call to Bec to ensure she wasn’t trying to weasel out of our agreement, and was delighted to find out she wasn’t. She actually seemed really excited about the whole idea.
“That’s Christmas and a couple of days after,” Will chimes, “but our Christmas Eve party is also in full effect.”
“How many are we looking at there?” Matthew asks, holding his electronic tablet, ready to take more notes.
