Page 41 of Knot Alone

And what spectacular breath-catching it is, her sweet little tits heave. It takes all the energy in the world for Maggie’s eyes to peel open and meet mine. I stroke my fingers out of her cunt. “You all right?”

Maggie squeaks like she’s been electrocuted. Ah, Linus already has his mouth back on her, lapping up her slick.

“Give her a minute, you cad. She’s not quite in heat yet.”

Linus whines, and I shove my two sticky fingers in his mouth. He wraps his tongue around my fingers and sucks her from my skin like a lollypop. Maggie groans, watching the action with hungry eyes.

I’m hungry too, so I sink my clean hand into Linus’ hair and pull him up into a kiss, sharing the taste of our Omega as I suck on his tongue. I pull back with a pop and lick my lips. “You’re delicious together.”

Linus grins, cum-drunk. Maggie is too aroused to be embarrassed. She’s boiling hot like a pot on the stove, full of raspberry jam flavored with cinnamon, cardamom, and nutmeg.

And there.

I can scent the shift in her, tipping over from pre-heat into heat right before my nose. I can’t help myself, so I bend down and kiss her, sharing the taste of her core still lingering on my tongue.

I try to keep the kiss slow, just drinking Maggie in to drag it out. We’ve got days of sex ahead of us. Though biology designed Maggie’s body for heats, that doesn’t mean they can’t be rough. Since it’s our first heat together, I want to play a little safe. Linus and I are only going to have so many knots in us, and I want to make sure we can take care of her properly.

But Maggie isn’t having it. She’s fallen into her heat hard. She wriggles out from Linus’ hold and twists across the bed, her legs clenching around my hips as she rubs her cunt across the front of my trousers. I can tell when her clit catches my cloth-covered zipper because she ruts a little harder. Frankly, I’d be happy to lie here and let her use me to get off, but I’m not going to waste an erection watching her. Though, the voyeur in me likes the thought of watching her be so desperate that she comes in my arms, nothing but the bulge of my cock to get her off.

“Graham.” Maggie moans against my lips.

“You’re in heat, baby.”

“Yes.”

“May I?”

“Yes.” She hisses

I drag my lips away, despite her whine, and kiss down the column of her throat. Maggie arches up to give me easy access to nip kisses that will mark her as mine for days. I slip my two fingers back into her poor, neglected pussy. She’s soaked. And I bet her slick ruined my trousers, but it’s worth it.

“You like that, Maggie? Feel how wet you are just thinking about your greedy cunt getting to take my knot?” Maggie moans and rocks up onto my fingers. I slip them out and stroke through the petals of her pussy. “You want me to play with you, baby?”

“I want you to get in me, Graham.” She pleads. Though her pleading is nothing compared to the way she grabs my hair like I’m Linus. She drags me in for a wet clash of tongues and teeth.

Well, then.

Thank fuck for ab workouts, because I force myself just far enough off Maggie to yank my shirt off without breaking the kiss. My trousers are a bit more trouble given they’re so wet they’re sticking to my skin. But Linus’ steady hands handle the unbuttoning, dragging them down and off my legs so I can focus on our entwined tongues. Linus presses a sweet kiss to a dimple in my lower back, then works his way up my spine and over the curve of my shoulder blade. It’s a soft counterpoint to Maggie’s nails clawing at my skin.

Linus presses a kiss to the curve of my ear before he murmurs to us both. “Are you ready for him to have you, darling?”

“Please, I need it. I really fucking need it,” Maggie begs, her voice breaking.

“On your back or your front, Maggie?” Linus asks. Thank fuck Linus went first because I don’t have the ability to think of anything but the way Maggie’s slick cunt is rubbing over the breadth of my dick and how if tilted my hips just so, I’d probably be able to sink into her without a second thought.

“Back.” She gasps, my mouth on the curve of her jaw, sucking a bruise into her skin.

“Excellent, darling.” Linus kisses her easy, which does not a damn thing to soothe her. Maggie is all but crying into Linus’ mouth. Pleading, ‘please, please, please’ that barely comes out as words.

“It’s all right,” Linus whispers. And fuck, I’d be happy to sit here all day and watch the two of them kiss, Maggie out of her mind with desire and Linus back in control of himself, drinking in her scent. “Don’t worry. Graham will take care of you. Won’t he?” Linus glares at me, like if I don’t get in her now, he’s going to do it and not apologize.

I lean in and suck at the bruise I left on her jaw at the same time I thrust in three fingers, spreading out on the withdrawal, making sure Maggie has room for my knot. I hit her sensitive G-spot and Maggie jackknifes off the bed. Linus catches her by the wrists and holds her in place for me to fuck. I rock my fingers in and out, careful not to hit anything, just to stretch.

Linus nudges his nose along Maggie’s cheek and asks, “All right?”

He must give her wrists a little squeeze to make clear what he’s asking, because Maggie nods frantically. “Graham, please.”

Who am I to refuse?

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