Page 43 of Knot Alone

Linus tosses the washcloth at the hamper and nudges Graham down with a grumble about him being cum-drunk too early in the heat. Graham shakes himself and goes to help, but I whine and he collapses back into bed.

I fade quickly. Just enough awareness to press against Graham’s chest and entwine our legs. To recognize his broad hands stroking across my back and a duvet pulled up and over us both before Linus slips into bed.

“Is this all right?” Linus murmurs over my head.

I grunt an affirmative, and Graham gives an actual answer. “You’re good, babe.”

“I haven’t been in a sexually active heat before. What comes next?” Linus asks.

“Now?” Graham reaches past me and tugs Linus close, the hot bulk of him pressed against my spine. “Now we wait. Maggie will probably take a nap to recover and then her actual heat will hit.”

“That wasn’t an actual heat?”

“Oh, babe.” I fall asleep to the lovely sound of Graham teasing.

* * *

I wake to the sound of Graham’s grunting and clapping skin as the bed rocks beneath my undisturbed body. I can’t quite make the connection about where the slick sounds of sex are coming from since it’s not from me.

I blink open my eyes and see Linus spread out an arm’s length away, bent in half, with Graham’s cock pistoning inside him. Linus’ hands are buried in the sheets. He’s trying to arch up as he gasps out demands for more. Graham doesn’t look at me, fully focused on giving Linus everything he needs. He’s got a bruisingly-tight grip on Linus’ hips, holding the Alpha in place, making him take his cock.

The sight ignites the heat burning deep in my belly and I gasp out a breath, desperately hungry. I’m overwhelmed by how hot it is watching them have one another. I don’t even care that I’m not involved. I just want them to be happy.

Without a thought, I rub shaking fingers against my clit, desperate to come with the gasps being fucked out of Linus.

It’s not enough. I need more.

I slip a finger in with a moan, and Graham immediately turns to me. His grin is all teeth, like he knows exactly what I’m doing. He pauses, fully seated in Linus’ body, and flicks off the warm duvet they tucked around me. He exposes my spread legs and my finger inside my needy cunt.

“Look at you, pretty girl.” I’m too far in my heat to give a shit about blushing. I just rock my finger deeper, desperately trying to find my G-spot for some relief, but it’s not enough. Not with them right there smelling like Nutella spread over toasty bread.

Graham’s scorching hand clamps down on my thigh and drags me across the bed. “You want Linus to eat your pussy, Mags?”

“Yes.” I gasp, overwhelmed by the thought of anything when I’ve got Graham’s hand clenching the sensitive chub of my thigh.

Linus scrambles for me. With shaking, desperate hands, he drags me up to my knees, then wraps his hands around my hips and deadlifts me over his chest to sit on his face. For half a breath, I recognize I’m facing Graham. He’s watching the whole thing with hungry eyes. Then Linus stabs his tongue straight into my slick center and I scream.

I can’t bounce, can’t move, can’t do anything but sit there half-kneeling so I don’t smother him. Linus holds me still and fucks my sloppy, aching cunt with his tongue.

Graham resumes his pounding and Linus stutters against my clit, adding rhythm to the relentless licking. With panting gasps, I lurch forward and catch myself on Linus’ ribs. Graham leans forward, an angle that makes Linus whine against my clit. It’s so fucking good I want to cry. Then Graham kisses me over Linus’ body, the three of us in a perfect triangle. —

— Graham has a tight grip on my ass, spreading me open so I can feel the tip of his cock perfectly positioned against my entrance. He smirks at me, vicious Alpha pleasure as he lowers me down, nothing but his arms holding me up as he fucks me standing upright in the middle of the room. I’m wrapped around him, my arms around his neck, knees hooked over his elbows, Graham’s arms flexing to keep me up. But there’s no quivering strain from the effort of holding me up.

I can’t help my shuddering moan as Graham fills me, the stretch of my cunt deeper with the stretch of my thighs.

“You like me manhandling you,” he says. It’s not a question.

“Yes.” I hiss as Graham starts to gently rock his hips.

“You like me sliding you down my cock with just my hands? Your pretty pussy is so desperate for me it doesn’t even put up a fight.”

I can only moan as Graham does just what he promised that first night at their house, what seems like a month ago but has been less than a weekend. Graham fucks up hard as he jerks my body down and—fuck, I feel like his plaything. Like I’m just there to be fucked and I love it.

It’s like a dream come true. Some dream I never thought about having before.

I can’t last. Not with Graham’s cock pummeling my G-spot. Not held here like this, when I’m so safe in Graham’s arms that I trust him not to drop me, trust him to take control.

“Graham.” I moan. He nips my ear and thrusts all the harder at the breathy sound of his name.

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