Page 47 of Knot Alone

“Yes! We’ll be smart,” I caution, “but I want to try.” I want to spend the rest of my life feeling the way I’ve felt this weekend.

They both delve into me, our kisses desperate and sloppy as we try to have one another all at the same time. Linus gets with the program faster than Graham, nudging him out of the way to suck on my tongue and map my soft palate. I whine when Graham shifts out of my grip, but then Linus’ hands slip under my ass and he lifts me in the air, stumbling us over to the bare bed.

Graham hefts me out of Linus’ arms, and I struggle through a beat of isolation while Linus scrambles onto the bed. He accepts me back into his embrace. Graham crawls up behind us. We settle with Linus in front of me and Graham behind, both sliding their broad hands over my body.

“Maggie, you’re perfect for us,” Graham murmurs against the sensitive shell of my ear, and I go wild. They can say it a hundred more times and maybe then it will stop feeling like magic. Linus takes control over the kiss, calming my frantic, sloppy desperation into something deep and slow, all tongue and sucking lips. I’m shaking in their arms, both from the touch and the promise in Graham’s words.

To be honest, I don’t know if I believe them yet because it all seems impossible, but I want to.

“We’re going to take such good care of you.” For all the words are lovely, Graham’s erect cock insistently slides between my cheeks. When his thick prick rubs against my hole, I know what I want.

I rock my hips back, pressing against Graham, then roll forward against Linus, his cock spreading my lips to rut against. “Prove it,” I say against Linus’ mouth.

“How?”

“Fuck me.” It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve asked for in my life and the words come easy.

“Happily.” Linus puts his hands on my hips to turn me around because it’s Graham’s turn to be in me.

“No.” I clench my thighs spread over their laps, keeping them right where they are. “Both of you.”

“Maggie?” Linus hesitates and blinks like his brain is turning back on. I don’t want that. I can’t take another conversation about ‘are you sure’ like Graham dragged my orgasm through at the beginning of my heat. I trust them, and they haven’t betrayed that trust yet.

“In me.” I yank on Linus’ hair and roll my hips back against Graham’s cock, nudging the head against my puckered entrance. “Both of you, right now.”

While Linus is blinking like I just blew some fundamental circuit in his brain, Graham gets with the program and strokes a finger over my asshole. “Here, baby?”

“Yes.” I moan. It’s like Graham attached a live wire to the one place in my body they haven’t taken yet. “Yes, fuck, please.”

“Whatever our darling wants.” But Graham, the miserable sneak, drags me back by my hips until I’m seated on his lap. He pushes his cock into my cunt without warning, sliding in with one smooth thrust.

I shriek and clutch at Linus’ shoulders. “What—”

“We have to loosen you up, baby.” Graham chuckles against my throat. “The best way is orgasm.” Graham repositions us so he can lean against the headboard before he drags me against his chest. He slides out until just his cockhead rests inside me, tugging at my sensitive hole while they get in position. Then he slides back in so slowly that I can’t help but sigh.

This doesn’t seem like a fast way to get what I asked for. My Alphas can tell I’m getting impatient because Linus leans in and kisses me. Graham’s lazy strokes hit my G-spot every time.

I groan into Linus’ mouth and try to speed them up, but Graham has my thighs stretched so far I don’t have an ounce of leverage. I can only sit there and let Graham fuck me. Let Linus kiss me like we’re all fully clothed and just starting. Let him stroke his thumbs over my peaked nipples like we’ve got nowhere better to be.

It’s maddening. Some good Omega part of me says to stay there and let them soothe me over a climax and then fuck me gentle and slow. Another part that says fuck no.

I sink one hand into Linus’ hair and drag him away from the kiss, swallowing back my whine as I break the connection. I put my other hand on Graham, who’s sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin of my throat. “I told you to fuck me.” I growl from my chest, aggressive and half-feral.

Linus’ eyes go black and they both growl back, animalistic. If we hadn’t just spent two days fucking, that sound would mean a rut.

“Mags—” Graham says, and I snarl at them from some wild part of me leftover from when Omegas had harems and put Alphas in their place.

I bare my teeth and demand, “Fuck me.”

The two men glance at one another and do their silent communication. And for the first time, I’m thrilled with it. I’ll do the same with them someday soon, but today, they’re going to surprise me and I love it.

Linus gives me a smirk and slides down my body, kissing the whole way. He only pauses to flick his tongue over my oversensitive nipples. Graham keeps his thrusts slow and deep, but shifts the angle to slide over my G-spot. I plan to snarl at him to get on with it, but I take a moment to arch into the perfect line of his cock. Which is when Graham’s hands tighten on my hips and Linus presses his lips to my clit and sucks.

“Ah, ah—fuck!” I shriek. I try to squirm away, but Graham holds me tight. Linus clicks his tongue against my clit. Then he leans in and traces his tongue over the tight, sensitive skin where my pussy stretches around Graham’s cock.

I strain, trying to rock my immobilized hips to get more or less—I don’t know which. I can’t think. Everything in me zeros in on where they’re working me open, tongue and cock together, a sensation I’ve never had before. I’m stuck on the unexpected wet heat of Linus’ tongue while Graham keeps fucking me so damn slowly.

It worsens when Graham’s sucking kisses turn into nips, then nibbles, then rumbled Alpha bites, licking over the marks to soothe them before he does it again. My throat is going to be a mess of sore bruises except for the one spot I really want a bite.

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