Page 23 of Knot Alone

“Yes.” I moan. I flop my head back on Graham’s shoulder and he sucks a hickey against my jaw. “That’s it, pretty girl. Milk my cock. Do it. Do it.” Linus grunts as his dirty talk breaks down. He thrusts hard and fast, losing all rhythm. I blink open my eyes and glance down to see Graham’s hand tugging on Linus’ hair. Graham tucks his shin under Linus’ thrusting hips, bracing Linus at the right angle to hit my sweet spot over and over. I keen at the pounding and Graham rumbles in my ear. His hard cock rubs between my cheeks, perfectly in time with Linus’ thrusts and I shatter.

It’s only the pressure between them that keeps me in one piece. My orgasm is so strong I scream and bow off Graham’s chest, no control over my body. My cunt clenches one last time, exhausted from the amount I’ve come today.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Linus grunts, and with a few desperate strokes and his knot swells as it tugs in and out of my exhausted hole.

“Maggie—Can I—”

“Yes! Do it!” I scream.

With one final rut, Linus buries his face in the crook of my neck and comes. His knot swells inside my poor, used cunt, flooding me with heat and it’s like another orgasm takes me. Linus presses exhausted, haphazard kisses over my chest, and it’s all he can do not to collapse. Graham is the one who slips his hand down and gathers up the sticky escaped release to brush over my clit and drag out my orgasm, keeping things comfortable.

Linus’ come warms me from the inside. I’m peaceful and full. My drawn-out orgasm feels like the chocolate-spread-on-toast scent of them both. It feels… hopeful. It’s like the first Saturday morning of summer vacation when everything seems right. I press a kiss to Linus’ temple and another to Graham’s jaw while we wait for Linus’ knot to come down, all three of us quietly basking in the afterglow.

Chapter Six

Graham

Linus and Maggie are gorgeous sprawled on top of me. They’re glistening with sweat as Linus nuzzles into the perfect curve of Maggie’s throat and she arches up to let him.

As much as I want to see where they’re going with this, both Linus and Maggie are thirty seconds away from falling asleep. They’ll regret going to bed sticky in the morning. As the only person in this family not in a post-orgasm fugue, I nudge them out of bed and into the shower. I trust their shaky legs will hold them up while I change the soaked sheets, tossing everything in the laundry—including the clothes we left downstairs.

After that, I choose some pajamas. (Boxers and a thin T-shirt for Linus. He prefers to fall asleep naked but refuses to do it when he has enough brain power to recognize his hedonism.)

For Maggie, I put together some choices. It’s been ages since I helped an Omega through their heat. However, I remember some liked to spend their pre-heat wrapped in fluffy layers and others hated anything against their skin. I don’t want to assume any more than we already have tonight.

When the shower cuts off, I slip into the bathroom and set the stack of options on the counter, careful to keep my eyes to myself. “I’ve got some options for you, Maggie. Pick what you like.” Maggie doesn’t answer, so I nudge Linus out the door. Maggie needs space to dress on her own, and to come back to herself so she can decide if she wants to stay the night.

Linus isn’t great with the quiet undercurrents of people in the first place, and worse when he’s just come his brains out. If he realized I’m giving Maggie space to leave, he’d fret. But cum-drunk as he is, he just leans all his weight against me and pulls on his boxers. With a sleepy kiss, Linus murmurs. “It’s a good night.”

“Yeah, it was. Get in bed.” I swat Linus’ ass. He’s too exhausted to glower.

Maggie slips out of the bathroom, blinking tired eyes but a little more present than she was before. She’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt of mine that fits like a nightgown, the hem down to her mid-thigh and the neck drooping to show off a love-bitten collarbone.

Those are not the pajamas of a person who intends to leave tonight. That means she’s going to be sleeping in our bed, while she’s wearing my shirt, and soaking in our scent.

The thought perks up my dick and awakens a possessive side of me that has been content for years in my relationship with Linus. It’s like I’ve got someone new to stake a claim to.

But it’s late, so I drag back the covers, offering silent permission for Maggie to crawl in next to Linus. My husband gloms onto her without thought, just like the octopus he is.

I kneel on the edge of the bed and tuck the blanket around them both, sparing a minute to brush my hand through the tangled mess of Maggie’s hair. I’m accustomed to Linus’ black curls, so the smooth, brown waves are interesting on my fingers. “Do you need to call anyone?” I ask her in a low voice, careful not to rouse Linus. “Or text anyone so they know you’re all right?”

Maggie blinks herself awake enough to process the question. “The caseworker.”

I grab Maggie’s phone from the nightstand where I put it after the laundry run. Maggie fumbles out a text message, but she licks her lips and hesitates before sending it. I want to know what’s wrong, but tonight isn’t the time to ask.

Maggie hands back her phone. I set it on the charging pad, easily in reach for her if she needs it. Then I leave the bed and pull out the blanket basket Linus and I keep in our closet. As much as most Alphas like to pretend it’s not true, we have a lot of the same sensory issues as Omegas when we go into a rut. Linus and I keep an entire shelf in there with the non-sex essentials. I hold up a weighted blanket in the standard sad gray and raise a questioning eyebrow at Maggie.

“Yes, please.” She murmurs. I drape the blanket more over her than Linus. He doesn’t sleep well when he’s confined.

“Anything else you’d like?” Maggie shakes her head. I give her a nod and leave them in bed as I head for the bathroom.

“Are you…” Maggie cuts off. I turn back, just waiting. “Are you leaving?” Maggie asks, soft and nervous.

As if I want to be anywhere else in the world when my bed has Linus’ curly head pillowed on Maggie’s breast. She’s looking at me with those wide eyes, like all she needs to sleep is me with them. I lean back over and drop a kiss on her forehead. “I haven’t showered yet.”

I give Maggie a soft smile and keep it firmly on my face until I shut the bathroom door behind me. I keep my eyes off the mirror as I climb into the shower, the glass still safely fogged from Maggie and Linus in here together.

I’m not ready to see my face.

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