Page 6 of Knot For Keeps

Rolling over once more and giving my pillow a thump, I groaned. Why was I so wired? My skin felt electric. I had been restless before, but this was something entirely different. I had been pointedly ignoring the dampness growing between my legs, but with a sigh, I accepted my fate.

Horny. I was fucking horny for an alpha I had seen for all of twenty seconds and knew the bare minimum about. If any other omega told me they were feeling like this, I would tell them it was fate, or destiny. That sort of stuff was real, I knew it, but I had zero faith in myself to accept it was a possibility for me. Listening to my gut on fate would probably end badly, I would follow a serial killer into a van labelled “free candy” thinking it was my destiny when really I was just craving some delicious sugar.

Rolling over so I was on my back, staring up at the twinkling fairy lights and tapestries I used to decorate my nest, I threw the blankets off my legs and let my hand snake down into my sleep shorts. Heat rose in my cheeks as I felt just how wet I had become.

Omegas were highly sexual and I was no different, used to taking care of myself. I had a whole box of goodies stashed away in the nest for moments like this. Heck, I dove into my box of goodies most days, but the reason why I was diving into that box was making me blush like a schoolgirl.

Deciding my hand wouldn’t cut it, I rolled over, reaching to the wall of shelves on the far side of my nest with several boxes dotted on them. It was a knotting sort of night. Knot toys were shit imitations apparently, if the omegas who’d had heats with alphas were to be believed. Thankfully I didn’t know any better, so the knot toy was pretty damn fun for me.

Usually I would let my mind wander to a romance book plot, or I would load up some adult entertainment on my tablet. Tonight, though, I found myself thinking of two alphas in particular.

What would it feel like to have two at once? I had imagined it, all omegas did, but the thought of both Gage and Archer sent my blood pulsing.

Gage was the head of the pack, so he would naturally be more bossy, more demanding—characteristics he’d already demonstrated. Would he just take what he wanted? Gripping my hips tightly as he plunged into me repeatedly? Or would he be the slow, dark and dominating type?

Archer I thought I had a fairly good read on, he was sweet. He was the kind of alpha who would take things slow and steady, but there was something lingering under the surface that made me think that when it came down to it, he would ruin me in the best way. Like I wouldn’t be able to walk for days kind of way. What was the term I’d heard? Pleasure dom. Yes, that sounded like Archer.

Grabbing my favourite neon pink toy, I settled back onto the sheets. It was the kind of silicone toy that vibrated and had an adjustable knot. It was one of the best sellers for omegas.

Twisting the end of the toy, the familiar hum of vibrations filled the nest. Thankfully all our nests were soundproof, otherwise we would all be hearing all manner of things from one another.

Knowing I needed a fast release, I bypassed foreplay and gently brushed the toy through my folds. I gave myself a moment to adjust to the sensation before softly sliding the toy deep. The knot wasn’t inflated at all yet, so it slid in easily.Fuck. I really am horny.

What would Gage’s gravelly voice be like, right against my ear as he knotted me? Would he be the kind to praise? I was a sucker for praise, though I refused to admit it. I would take that tidbit of information to the grave with me. It gave people a kind of power over me I didn’t like. If my alphas could turn me into a puddle of goo with a few words they probably wouldn’t hesitate to do it regularly.

Kicking the toy into high gear I started to picture myself pressed between the two alphas, on my hands and knees, Gage behind me while Archer filled my mouth. A loud moan slipped out of my lips as my legs started to shake.

I came embarrassingly fast. Yes, omegas were pretty much hardwired to come, but not in less than ten seconds.

Throwing the toy to the other side of the nest, I turned over, panting as I snuggled down into the blankets.

Usually when I didthatmy mind stayed purely on fictional characters I had read about, or I made up some faceless mystery alpha to help fulfil my need. I had never thought about actual people, and while a part of me was embarrassed, I reassured myself that I was never going to meet these alphas, so their faces—and other parts—were totally fair game for my fantasies.

Thumping my pillow a few times to make it just right, I burritoed myself in my many, many blankets. I was unconscious just moments later.

ChapterThree

Archer

Iwas out of the room for just a few minutes. My popcorn had mysteriously moved, and for a moment I thought Theo had absconded with it and so I’d have to throttle him. He always stole the good snacks and sodas. I could have really used a mini fridge in my room or office, but that would mean actually remembering to order the damn thing. Although then I would want to research the best fridge possible and it would end up being a week long distraction. Gage wouldn’t like that.

Lavender was waiting, so I hurried. She looked just as stunning as always, even when wearing a set of green pyjamas covered in bunnies. Her hair had been its usual chaotic mess; she’d done a dip-dye job in a moment of frankly adorable impulsiveness, but it had almost grown out so now there was only an inch of purple left. It was still beautiful to me, though. It matched her eyes. Those lilac eyes were mesmerising, and almost as on the nose as her name. A lavender smelling omega called Lavender with lavender eyes? I loved it.

She had already removed her various rings and necklaces. Lavender tended to collect thrift store jewellery and wore multiple items. She had once told me she never wanted something expensive because knowing her, she would break it within a week. She tended to lean toward less of a refined look and more of a chaotic, Bohemian one.

Our first few interactions had been very lighthearted, we discussed food and TV shows, which was how I discovered she was fascinated with true crime and would binge documentaries for fun.

Eventually we got to know each other better and started to discuss more. I told her about my pack—or at least the basics, who we were and the jobs weusedto do. I avoided telling her about the more criminal turn our lives had taken over the last few years.

After finding the popcorn in a random cupboard I made my way back to the den, goods in hand.

Kane’s hulking back was in the doorway to the den.Shit.Was he antagonising Lavender? I hadn’t exactly been open with my pack about how much I had been talking with her. Why did I decide to call from the den? I should have stuck to my room like I normally did.

Hearing my approach, Kane looked at me, eyebrow raised, turning to let me in.

“Hey guys, what—”

Gage was sitting in my recently vacated spot. My laptop shut in front of him. A furious look on his face.Double shit.

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