Page 75 of Knot Forever

In answer, I stretch my neck out for him. Seth’s teeth pierce my skin, forever branding me as his, and I cry out into his shoulder as a warmth rushes through my body, teasing another release out of me that leaves me shaking, my legs wrapped around Seth with his knot buried inside me.

“Nova,” Seth groans. His lips press into mine, damp and adoring as he explores me softly. “Mine.”

He lays me reverently back against the bedding, and I shift around his knot. It feels more swollen than usual, and Seth’s eyes are hazy as he follows me down, petting me with soft touches and gentle kisses until his knot finally slides from me.

I whimper at the emptiness, and turn my face to the side, rubbing my cheek against the soft blanket. Marcus is watching me, his face lined with want, but I can see the tension in his shoulders.

We talked about this, but I still hold my breath, releasing it in a silent plea. “Marcus, please.”

Seth swaps out with him, he and Asher moving back to give us space as Marcus kneels between my legs. He slides a warm cloth over my slit, cleaning me up. His face is soft as he touches me with his usual firmness, massaging away the aches in my muscles as I roll my hips against him in silent demand.

Marcus still prefers being on top, and I have absolutely no injections as he cradles my hips, his cock finding my center in one, perfect, deep thrust that makes me lose my breath. Time fades away as we move together, Marcus pinning my hands when I try to move.

“Stay.” The barest edge of a growl is in his voice, but I arch under him at the implicit command. My head falls to the side, offering him the other side of my neck. “Bite, Marcus.”

“Not yet,” he says firmly, picking up his pace and dragging my hips towards him, teasing me with his knot as I thrash against the bedding. “Come for me, Nova.”

He thrusts, his hand sliding down to pinch my clit, and stars fill my vision as his knot slides inside and Marcus covers me. His chest presses against mine as his body owns me, pushing me down into the covers and holding me still as he sinks his teeth in.

The sound he makes isn’t quite human, my responding cry equally animalistic as he sinks into me, running his tongue over my mating mark.

“Perfect,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I like seeing my marks on you, Nova. Everyone will know that you’re mine. Ours.”

“Yours,” I whisper. “Hug?”

A full body hug from Marcus, especially when he’s still buried inside me, is the best thing in the world. His hand cups the back of my neck, drawing my face into him as his hand slides down my back, rolling us onto our sides as he holds me tightly.

Sighing, I actually manage to drift off, the burning quenched for a few moments. I’m woken as Marcus pulls back, his hand squeezing mine.

Asher leans over me, his copper eyes worried. “Drink, little one.”

I shake my head as I reach for him, but he refuses to budge until I’ve gulped down a few small mouthfuls of water.

The smoldering flame starts to grow, and Asher lets out a low growl as I turn to him with pleading eyes. It’s bordering on pain, and my eyes grow glassy as the flames grow into a blazing inferno.

Fuck. My heat is just beginning. How will I cope with three days of this?

“Steady,” Asher murmurs. He lifts me, placing me onto my stomach with a pillow under my hips. “I’m gonna give you everything you need, Nova King. Everything you need to know you’re ours.”

I start when I feel the tickle of his tongue dancing against my clit. Asher plays with me, stoking the fire hotter and hotter until I convulse, my slick gushing as Asher laps it all up.

“Who do you belong to, Nova King?” he asks softly as he pushes in a thick finger, then another, stretching me open for him as I try to get closer and move away, the blissful fullness almost too much and yet not enough.

“You,” I gasp, pushing back against him as I feel the thick head of his cock brush against me, moving up and down. “You, Asher.”

I realize what Marcus meant as I catch my own scent, rich, buttery almond and sweet cherry filling the room and entwining with the scents of my alphas.

I hear Asher inhale behind me, and then he pushes inside me with a deep thrust, sending me sliding forward as my hands wind themselves into the bedding.

“Such a good girl for me, little one,” he rumbles. “You take my cock so well. You look so pretty stretched out for me, taking my cock so perfectly.”

I bury my face into the blankets with a whine, his sweet praise twisting around me as he bucks, pinning me to the floor as he seizes control of my body. All I can do is hold on to the floor as my hips are lifted and he plunges inside me, hitting a new angle that makes me scream out a release. Asher doesn’t stop, his hips still pistoning, his grunts punctuating the air as he forces another orgasm out of me.

“Again,” he orders. His knot breaches me, pushing me wider as he stretches out my hips, and I drop my forehead to the bedding, groaning at the sheer pleasure of him swelling impossibly more. “Again for me, Nova!”

I shudder around him as his movements slow to a gentle rocking, his hand running reverently down my back and back up. His fingers trace a circle on my shoulder, and I look back at him hazily.

“Bite, Asher,” I whisper. His copper eyes hold mine as he leans down over me, his chest pressing into my back. Asher’s name is on my lips as I feel his teeth pierce me, the sheer rightness of his knot swollen inside and his teeth in my skin sending little joyful aftershocks of electricity across my skin.

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