Page 15 of A Very Knotty Halloween (Knotty Holiday #1)

What am I doing? What is happening? If anyone should be getting dicked down by multiple alphas tonight, it should be Sabrina, not me.

This wasn’t what I wanted when I came here, but…

now, it’s hard to remember why I came here in the first place.

My friend convinced me to come, said it’ll be our last hurrah—and I thought that meant she wanted me here as moral support while she hooked up with some alphas, not that I’d get my own pack for the night.

But here I am, being eaten out after getting fucked by all three of them, one of them my estranged stepbrother.

Oh, God. I’m never going to let myself live this down, am I?

But it feels so good. Too good. Like, so damn good this can’t be real.

Maybe I fell asleep in the car ride up here and this is all some crazily vivid dream that I’ll wake up from all hot and bothered.

As an omega, we have those dreams lots, but I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the most clear and lucid dream ever.

Because it’s not a dream. I know that. I realize it, and yet a part of me still doesn’t want to face the truth of the matter, that I feel so right with these three alphas, that I’ve found my home in them, with them.

That’s crazy, right?

Cas and Damien are sitting at the top of the bed, watching as Jack reacquaints himself between my thighs, and Jack is greedy and hungry where he is, his tongue lapping up anything it can.

Cum, slick; it doesn’t discriminate. He takes it all, as if he’s never tasted anything more delicious, and I am so lost I worry I’ll never be able to find myself again.

My body must be at a fever pitch, ready to erupt at a moment’s notice, because when that tongue flicks against my clit, I all but lose it again.

God, why am I so hot? Oh, yeah, I still have this stupid dress on. Somebody needs to get it off me, as soon as humanly possible, before I explode.

Jack must sense my thoughts, or he must be finished cleaning me up down there, because he straightens himself out and pulls me into a sitting position with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He gives me a warm, somewhat goofy grin as he says, “Let’s get you out of that dress, Marnie.”

“Leave the teeth in,” Cas orders us. “You make a sexy vampire, omega.”

Hmm. I suppose if he wants the teeth in, there’s no harm in them staying in my mouth.

Jack helps me with the dress. There’s no zipper; it simply lifts up and over my head. He tosses the outfit to the ground, and before it hits the floor it’s completely forgotten about. His hands then snake around me to my bra, unhooking it and tossing it the way of the vampire dress.

And just like that, I’m naked. Naked and flushed and in a predicament I never thought I’d be in. Too late to turn back now, though. There’s no undoing what we’ve already done, no rewind button, no restarting this. We’re in it for the night, so might as well make the most of it.

“Come up here,” Cas says, and the inner omega in me submits to his demands. I scoot up the bed until I’m sandwiched between him and Damien, while Jack crawls onto the foot of the bed, watching.

I lay between the two über alphas, in a position that should by all means frighten me—they aren’t my alphas. This isn’t my pack. I shouldn’t feel so comfortable with them.

But I do.

Both übers cannot take their eyes off me, and soon enough their hands are on me, roaming, exploring, getting to know every curve, every nook and cranny on my body.

My stomach. My hips, my chest and the pebbled nipples there.

Cas’s hand gravitates to my tits, while Damien slips his hand between my legs, much as he did earlier, at the party.

I wonder if I would have stopped him there, if we wouldn’t be here right now, or if this was simply inevitable thanks to Cas being here. If he came here for me, then I can’t say tonight could have ended up any differently.

“The way you sing for us,” Cas whispers, the words spoken in such hushed tones he sounds like one of those ASMR guys, the ones who whisper sexily to their viewers the entire video, “it drives me mad.”

“I agree,” Damien murmurs, two of his fingers encasing my swollen clit and making me gasp. After eliciting that reaction from me, he slips those same two fingers inside my core, and my core takes them in easily.

No part of me tenses up, not even at the sudden intrusion of his fingers in me. I think… I think I like being full of them, one way or another.

“You’re ours,” Cas goes on, and I’m too lost in the way they’re touching me to deny it. It’s not the first time he’s said I was his, but this time there is a finality to his words, like he’s not leaving me any room to argue with him about it.

And how could I? Look at me. They make me come undone effortlessly. I’ve never felt like this before. This is… this is absolutely crazy, but at the same time, it’s perfect, beyond words.

“Mm-hmm,” Damien purrs out, “ours.” At the foot of the bed, Jack is busy nodding along.

I can’t deny how strangely at peace I feel.

No more anxiety. No more overthinking. Just a peaceful existence, caught up in the moment, in the three alphas around me.

A part of me wants to agree with them, to tell them that I’m theirs, that I could never belong to any other alpha that’ll come strolling along—but I don’t.

I don’t say any of that because that’s just crazy, isn’t it?

“And the night’s only just getting started,” Cas goes on, pinching one of my nipples and drawing out a low moan from me. “Don’t worry. By the time the sun rises, you’ll know you’re ours.”

I want to be smart, to be witty and say there aren’t any clocks in here, and there aren’t any windows, so we wouldn’t know the exact moment the sun comes up—but I don’t, mostly because, deep down, I think I already know he’s right.

“Damien, get her up, on her hands and knees,” he orders, and Damien is quick to pull his fingers out of me and help me roll over. I’m suddenly on my hands and knees on the bed, my ass pressing against Damien’s hard cock, while Cas’s thick member appears in front of my face.

It’s one thing to feel it inside of me, but it’s another thing entirely to come face-to-face with a cock like that.

Just seeing it in all its veiny glory makes me hot all over—or maybe the sudden rise in my body temperature is due to Damien taking his cock and rubbing it in the curve of my ass, just barely catching the slick wetting my core.

Cas runs a hand through my hair, then that hand falls to my cheek, then to my chin, where his thumb pushes past my lips and traces down one of my fake vampire teeth. “How good do you think you’ll be with those teeth on, hmm? Think you can take me in your mouth?”

My heart pounds hard in my chest at the thought of any part of him in my mouth, let alone with these teeth. They’re not really sharp enough to break skin unless a lot of force is behind them, but still… I’ve never taken a cock in my mouth before, even without fake teeth in the mix.

What if I hurt him? What if I’m not good enough? What if, what if, what if. Ah, there’s the unwelcome anxious thoughts. I knew they wouldn’t be gone forever.

He must sense where my mind is at, because he tells me, “Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it. I can take a little pain, so don’t worry about the teeth. Just… whatever you do, don’t bite down on me, okay?”

I nod as I refocus on his cock.

He takes his thumb off my sharp vampire teeth and moves his hand to the back of my head. “Now open your mouth.” When I do as he instructed, he pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth, and something makes me lick at the oozing tip, catching the precum that had gathered there.

Though it’s just a taste, just a small, tiny taste of him, I’d be a liar if I say his cum tastes terrible. No, it’s sweet with a little tang, a different kind of taste that’s anything but bad. If anything, that little lick made me want more.

“A little bit more,” Cas says, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.

My jaw is completely extended; I don’t know how long I can keep it like that, and I’m certain the tips of my vampire fangs rub against his length, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Focus on the tip. Suck me hard, lick me, play with me. Do whatever you want. Being in that sweet mouth of yours is enough. If your jaw hurts, just tap me on the leg. It took Jack a long time to be able to do what he does without a break in between.”

“A lot of practice,” Jack hums to himself, sounding quite proud.

And he should be. The cock in my mouth is no joke. No joke at all.

As I start to work on the tip, as I suck on him like I would suck on a piece of candy, I feel Damien behind me spread my cheeks. Right when I get worried that he’s going to push himself into a different hole, I feel his cock penetrate my pussy, gliding in easily.

And just like that, I’m full of cock, sandwiched between two über alphas.

It’s hard, even though I’m pretty much only focusing on the cock in my mouth, to juggle two at once.

I imagine it’s like what Cas and Jack said—with practice, dealing with multiple cocks at once must get easier, much like giving head.

Still, it’s not something I was prepared for, so for a minute or so, I’m nothing more than a body, trying to get used to the feeling of a cock in my mouth while there’s another in my core behind me.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not a bad feeling.

The very opposite, in fact. It feels hella good.

Like, so damn good. Like I’m finally where I was meant to be.

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, and that is not an exaggeration.

You’d have to drag me away from this bed and these alphas kicking and screaming.

Once I get used to the overload of sensation, I’m able to put more focus on the cock in my mouth, on sucking and licking and tasting hints of that cum from that small hole.

Cas keeps his hand on the back of my head, guiding his cock in and out of my mouth with slow thrusts; not at all like he did when he was inside me before, but I suppose he’s taking it easy with me since it’s my first time giving head.

Behind me, Damien has his hands tight on my sides, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough that it’s uncomfortable but not hard enough that they’ll leave bruises.

His pace is faster, harder, and he slams into me wildly, grunting every now and then with so much vigor you wouldn’t realize he already came multiple times tonight.

But that’s the thing about alphas: they’re never satisfied. They have legendary stamina. They can go on and on and on… and on and on and on. Seriously. And us omegas were made to take it all, to crave it all.

“You’re doing so good, omega,” Cas purrs out the praise, and my body warms under it.

“So good. And by the look on Damien’s face, your pussy is doing just as good, taking everything he’s giving you.

” He runs his hand through my hair, like he’s smoothing it down or trying to caress me.

“You’re our greedy little omega now, aren’t you?

Our beautiful little slut, desperate for our cum.

Let’s put on a show for Jack, hmm? Let’s show him just how hungry of an omega you are. ”

The more he talks, the more I go at his cock. It’s like he’s whispering those things directly into my ear, egging me on, pulling on strings inside of me I never knew existed. I want to make him come. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.

My core responds to the dirty talk, tightening and clamping down on Damien’s cock, causing the alpha to grunt and growl out, “Fuck. She likes that, Cas. Our dirty little girl likes that.” He jerks into me harder, so hard my head bobs along Cas’s length from the impact.

“Of course she does,” Cas whispers. “She’s our omega. Our greedy girl.”

I moan, but the moan is muffled by the cock in my mouth.

I swirl my tongue around the tip of it, slowly licking up the cum that had started to ooze out of it, and the alpha himself lets out a groan.

I suck harder, just as desperate as he said I was, craving more of that alpha cum, needing it like it’s my favorite dessert and I’m starving.

“Oh, yes,” he breathes out, “see? You’re doing such a good job, omega. You’re going to make me come. Are you ready for it? Will you swallow every drop of me down like the good girl I know you are?”

With a mouth full of cock, I can’t say a thing, but based on how I bob along his length more eagerly, I’d say that’s my answer.

Cas moans again, and just like that, his cock empties in my mouth. It comes out in squirts, and it happens so fast I don’t expect it. The only reason I don’t jerk back out of surprise is because of the hand on the back of my head.

Hot, warm, there’s enough of his cum on my tongue to give me a better taste, and what I taste I absolutely adore.

Like a sweet, tangy cream. Like its taste was created specifically for me, all mine.

He empties himself in my mouth, and the moment he pulls out, I swallow his cum down and pant, every part of me on cloud nine.

“You did so good,” he praises me, and behind me, Damien moans. “Your body was made for us, omega. Every single part of you was made for us. We’re going to fuck you all night, make you forget everything outside of this room. Would you like that? Do you want to get fucked every which way tonight?”

How the hell else can I respond other than panting out “Yes, alpha.”

“Good girl,” he says, and when he says it, the pressure in my body nears another explosion—which Damien takes advantage of.

He reaches around me and touches my clit as he fucks me hard, and my mind barely has any time to register it before I tumble off the precipice again.

I cry out loudly, unable to keep the sound in now that I don’t have a cock in my mouth.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve orgasmed tonight, how much slick my body has created. It’s like they have the key to my soul, and they alone can play my body like a freaking fiddle. One thing’s for sure: I’m going to be tired as hell in the morning, assuming they really do fuck me all night.

My orgasm must push Damien to come, because his large body presses against my ass while his cock twitches in my core, and soon after that an internal warmth blossoms, the sign of his cum deep inside me.

Wow. I should be mortified. I should be freaking out. But the only thought I have in my head is: I want more.