Page 21 of A Very Knotty Halloween (Knotty Holiday #1)

I don’t know how long it takes for my cock to slip out of Marnie, but the moment I manage to pull out of her, Damien is the first to grab her and tug her onto his lap, mimicking the position we had when she was on me.

Even though we’re in the water still, my cock immediately misses the warmth of her pussy.

My first instinct is to yank her back, reclaim her and bury my cock back into that pussy, where it should always be, but I manage to resist.

It looks as though Damien wastes no time at all. Though I can’t see it, I know the moment he pierces her from below, because she lets out a pleased sigh and sinks against his chest. He must thrust from below, like I did; his body moves a bit, but that’s all you can see above the water.

Speaking of, with the water not running, the bubbles have finally begun to pop.

There is still an overwhelming amount of bubbles in the bath and on the floor around the tub, but nowhere near the amount that was there a while ago.

I hope to God we don’t have to pay for any damages—if we do, I am so going to strangle Damien for his stupidity.

Okay, I won’t strangle him. I’m not that kind of alpha. I am, however, the kind of alpha that will daydream about doing just that.

Jack sits next to me with a doughy look on his face, like he’s completely smitten with the omega on Damien’s lap.

I can’t blame him. I can’t blame either of them for latching on so fast. There’s something about Marnie that pulls you in, something that refuses to let you go.

It’s frankly a fucking miracle that she doesn’t have any other alphas sniffing around her in her daily life, let alone here, tonight.

Not that I would have let any other alphas come sniffing tonight. I would have thrown down so hard I would have made a new definition for the word beatdown.

“Fuck,” Damien murmurs, bending his neck at an awkward angle so he can bury his nose in the crook of her neck while he fucks her from below. I assume he’s knotted her, based on what he says next: “You feel so good, omega. How does it feel being knotted like the dirty omega you are?”

All Marnie can do is whimper and nod against him, apparently unable to speak her approval.

“It’s like your pussy was made for me,” Damien goes on. “For us. This tight, wet pussy and all the slick inside… are you going to come for me like you came for Cas? I want to feel you gush slick while I fuck you with my knot.”

She shivers against him, moaning, and based on the sound, I think she’s close.

Her body has been primed many times already, so it won’t take much to make her come again.

The beauty of being an omega means an overload of orgasms, her body always ready for the pleasure to sweep through her like a storm.

“That’s right,” Damien whispers against her neck, “come for me. I want to feel that sweet body of yours shake for me. I want your sweet pussy to shudder in ecstasy. Lose your mind for me, omega. Show me that right now, you’re all mine.”

The dirty talk is all she needs to be pushed off the edge yet again.

Our beautiful omega comes for him, every muscle on her body tightening as she throws her head back and cries out, and Damien holds onto her as she trembles and spasms, a smug look on his face—though thankfully he doesn’t shoot that smug look at me or Jack.

Beside me, Jack sighs, and I know he’s dying to be buried inside her yet again, dying to give her his knot.

I lean back, content with watching, for now.

Maybe later I’ll decide I’m ready for another round, but I bet after Damien is done knotting her, and after Jack has his turn, Marnie will be tuckered out and ready for bed.

I know exactly what Damien feels as he fucks her from below, how good that pussy feels wrapped around his cock, especially while it’s knotted, so it doesn’t surprise me that he comes swiftly, the buildup in him too much to ignore.

He comes with a vengeance, so much so that I know if we were on a bed right now, the sheets would be wet from all the bodily fluids.

Yeah, sex between alphas and omegas is never clean.

Damien holds her until his knot subsides, and then, once Marnie is free of his cock, Jack extends a hand toward her.

Without a word, she slips her small hand into his, and allows Jack to pull her to his side of the tub, where she straddles him much like she just did Damien and me.

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him hard, though I can tell she’s getting tired due to how sloppy those kisses are.

Jack doesn’t complain, though. How could he?

He practically hums as his mouth claims hers, as his hand reaches beneath the water and adjusts himself, ready to fuck and knot her.

Both he and Marnie moan when he enters her, and he wraps both arms around her back and holds her to him as his lower half starts to move.

I watch for a while, watch as Jack is the one to lose himself in her—literally. He holds onto her with such fervency, with such desperation, you’d think he was starving and she was a buffet spread out before him. After a while I glance to Damien and find him smirking at them both.

“That was,” he pauses, bringing those eyes to me, “so fucking nice. I think I could get used to that.”

I can’t help it; I chuckle softly. “I know exactly how you feel,” I say, because I do.

Of course I imagined how this night would go—I imagined an awful lot of things—but I never thought it’d feel this good.

Never thought we’d click quite like this.

It literally is perfect. There are no other words to describe how everything tonight has come together.

Jack lasts a lot longer than I imagined he would, and after he and Marnie take turns coming, it’s even longer before they’re able to untangle themselves from the other. She looks like she’s ready to pass out, so when she crawls off Jack, I ask Damien, “Can you grab us some towels?”

“Yeah,” he says, heaving himself out of the tub and the mess of retreating bubbles. Water drips off his muscular body as he wanders to the bed, where I placed the towels earlier so they wouldn’t get covered in wandering bubbles.

We all get out of the water. Jack takes a single towel from him while I help Marnie out, and after I receive a towel, Damien takes it upon himself to pat-dry Marnie all on his own, paying extra special attention to certain areas on her body, which make her giggle and roll her eyes simultaneously.

Soon enough, we’re relatively dry and laying on the bed together.

Marnie lays on my chest, while Damien and Jack are on my left. She sighs, and I feel that sigh in my core. “I’m so tired,” she whispers, “but I don’t know if I can sleep. Is that weird?”

“No,” I tell her, mostly due to the fact I feel the same. I could sleep, if I really try, but the adrenaline still pumps so fast in my veins sleep would take forever to come. By the time I finally get drowsy, the sun’s liable to be up.

“How are we going to tell our parents about this?” she asks, addressing me and not the others. “We can’t hide this. Your mom will smell you on me the moment I come home, even if I shower really good here.”

“You came here with your friend, right?” When she nods against my chest, I go on, “Well, maybe the four of us should leave here together? We could follow your friend home to make sure she gets there safely, and then we could go to your house and break the news to your dad and my mom. When they see us together, they’ll realize they won’t be able to keep us apart. ”

“Hmm” is all she says, like she has to think on it. “What about your dad? Do you think he’ll be upset?”

“No. The person I’m worried about is your dad.”

I can practically feel her rolling her eyes, she does it so damn hard. “My dad’s a beta. He’s chill.”

“True,” I agree with her. “Besides, all we really have to do is say we’re scent matches, and neither my mom nor your dad should be able to argue with that.

” How could they? Finding her scent match late in life was the whole reason she split with my dad.

If anyone understands scent matches popping up at the most inopportune times, it should be them.

Damien chimes in with a joke, “Sounds like family reunions are going to be really weird from now on. So, if Cas is your step-brother, but he’s also your mate, does that mean to our kids he’ll be daddy and uncle?”

The jerk is close enough that I can shove him without looking at him, so that’s what I do: I reach over and give him a shove, to which he acts like I stabbed him or something.

“Ow,” he whines. “That hurt. Just because you’re the pack leader doesn’t mean you have the right to push me around like that. So rude. Besides, like I said earlier, I’m the daddy here—”

Jack says, “No, you wanted to be called daddy. Wanting to be called daddy and actually being one are two different things.”

“This is the twenty-first century. There can be multiple daddies in the picture. I guess I can share my throne with Cas, if I must—” The sigh that escapes Damien is ridiculous and dramatic, and it makes Marnie shake with laughter on my chest.

“You’re so silly,” she tells him, turning her face toward him and giving him a smile. I know firsthand the power behind that smile; it’s a damn good thing he’s laying down, otherwise he might’ve been knocked off his feet by the curve of those lips.

“Silly,” Damien echoes. “Don’t know if I’ve ever been called silly before, but coming from you, I’ll take it.”

“What about your families?” she asks the other two alphas, and Jack and Damien share a look before the latter speaks.

“My parents will be fine with it. I think my mom will want to throw a party the moment she finds out, and my dads… well, they’ve been on me for a while to start the search for an omega for our little pack.

I say, once we tell your guys’ parents, we drop by my parents’ house without warning and give them the news. ”

Jack gives him a strange look. “You want to just show up at their house with Marnie in tow without warning?”

“Uh, yeah, it’ll be funny.”

The other alpha doesn’t address that. Instead, he looks at Marnie and says, “Well, I’ll definitely tell my folks before I introduce you to them—it’ll give my moms some time to cool themselves down before meeting you.”

Marnie asks, “You have more than one mom?”

“Yeah. One of them is an omega, the other is a beta. She started out as a pack-panion, but she fell for my dads, too, and they took them both in and made them a part of the pack.” Jack shrugs, like it’s no big deal.

Not many packs have more than one female, but it does happen.

Pack-panions are like companions; when an omega isn’t sure about a pack but wants to give them a chance, sometimes that omega will invite a pack-panion to accompany her or him for the trial run.

It’s a very antiquated term that doesn’t see much use anymore.

I think Jack’s family are the only people I know of that have used a pack-panion around here.

Typically that pack-panion is a beta, someone who can stand up to the alphas and have the omega’s back, and once it’s decided whether or not the omega will officially stay with the pack, the pack-panion leaves.

Obviously, that didn’t happen with Jack’s mom.

“Wow,” she whispers. “I can’t wait to meet them. I mean, I’m nervous, but kind of excited at the same time.”

I trace circles on her lower back. “You’ll do fine.

Jack’s moms are nice. His dads are pretty nice, too.

Same with Damien’s. They’ll all love you.

” I say it with emphasis, because I know it’s true.

Not one of them would dislike her, not even my dad.

We’ll have their blessings and then we can make it official.

Get all the paperwork we need, maybe throw our own party; whatever Marnie wants to do, we’ll do.

Tonight was about getting her, and now that we have her, we’ll never let her go.