Page 74 of Knot Forever

His lips tilt. “Brave omega. But I’m still going to punish you. You know how much pain I’ve been in all day, hearing you, smelling you and not being able to touch you?”

I take another step back. “Sounds like I’ve been an awfully bad omega. I think I need to be punished.”

Asher follows me, his face hungry. “You know what happens if you run, Nova King.”

“I’m counting on it,” I whisper.

And as we race, my laughter spilling out into the trees, changing to deep moans as Asher takes me down, I realize exactly how much I needed this.

My whimpers spill out as he fucks me, pounding into me until my fingernails are full of dirt and my pussy is stuffed full of Asher, his knot shoving inside me as I cry out, impaled as he lifts my hips up, swivelling his knot inside me until I come again with a shaky scream.

I needed him to want me as much as I want him.

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I blink, and Emma smiles a little knowingly. “You seem happy, Nova. Is there something else?”

I swallow. “I had a heat spike this morning.”

After I was given suppressants to push my heat back, I haven’t even had a sniff of a spike. It’s like knocking down the last of the barriers between me and my pack has given my body the breathing space to open back up.

I’m ready. Ready for them to place their mating bites on me. Ready to truly be Nova King, even though they’ve been calling me that for months now.

It’s raining as I leave Emma’s office, and an umbrella untangles from the crowd outside. Marcus holds it over me protectively, his hand at my back as he ushers me to the car.

“You didn’t have to wait outside,” I say breathlessly when we’re settled against the seats.

Marcus pulls out into traffic, his arm curling across the back of my seat as he plays with my hair. “Yes, I did. How was your session?”

“It was good.” Taking a deep breath, I turn to him. “My heat is coming, Marcus.”

His lips twitch, “I know, Nova. You had a heat spike this morning.”

I gape at him, and I can’t help but feel that my thunder has been stolen a little. “I didn’t say anything!”

He gives me a dry look. “Because I gave you three orgasms and you still wanted more. And your scent has changed.”

I try to sniff myself without being too obvious about it.

All three of them are more focused on me than normal at dinner. I refuse to let them cook, hoarding my kitchen space possessively and cleaning it frantically after we’re finished eating. Marcus tries to help, but I fend him off by asking him if he can run me a bath.

The slow, creeping heat inside my stomach grows throughout the evening. By the time I get out of the bath, my temperature is rocketing, and I forgo my choice of beds in favor of my nest, burying myself in blankets and shirts until I feel more like a burrito than an omega. The three of them curl around me, even Marcus, and I drift off into uncomfortable, broken sleep.

The burning wakes me. I’m too hot, and a harsh, needy want is gripping my insides like a fist, twisting and turning. My pussy feels swollen between my legs, my slick already flowing even before my alphas press me down.

Seth presses a kiss to my feverish forehead, and I reach for him. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

He slides into me, and the relief is immediately, the gnawing emptiness inside me filled up as he rocks into me gently. His hands brush my breasts and I arch up for him.

“You need more, don’t you baby?”

At my wordless whimper, he speeds up, and the sound of our fucking, wet, raw, fills the room. I twist in his grip, and gentle hands press me back down, stroking my face, my lips, my hair.

My first orgasm takes just a few minutes, and I cry out, internal muscles clamping around Seth so hard that he jerks, his own release filling me to the brim.

We’re making a mess, my slick everywhere as I whimper, the need already building again as Seth lifts me, rocking me gently against his knot.

“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs, pushing damp hair away from my neck and tracing his fingers over my skin. “Are you ready?”

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