Page 84 of His Drama Queen

"Oak—" I gasp, hands fisting in his golden-brown hair. "Please, I need—"

"I know what you need, sweetheart." He slides two fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that makes me see stars. "Need to be filled. Need a knot stretching this pretty pussy open. But you're going to come on my tongue first. Want to taste you when you fall apart."

He's relentless. Fingers fucking into me, squelching obscenely in the mix of slick and come, while his mouth works my clit. Building me higher and higher until I shatter with a cry, clenching around his fingers, gushing fresh slick onto his tongue.

He works me through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks roll through. Then he's crawling up my body, cock dragging through my folds, and the heat spikes again at the promise of being filled.

"Ready for me?" he asks, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. I can feel him there—hot and thick and so close to where I need him.

"Yes. God, yes. Fuck me."

He pushes in slow. So slow I feel every inch of him stretching me open. He's not as thick as Dorian but longer, and when he bottoms out he's pressing against my cervix in a way that makes me gasp.

"That's it." His forehead drops to mine, hips flush against me, buried to the hilt. "Taking me so well. Feel how deep I am? Gonna fill you up right here." He grinds against me, cock pressing insistently against that deepest part. "Pump you full of my come until it's dripping out of you."

"Please—" I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, trying to pull him impossibly deeper. "Move, Oak, please—"

He starts to thrust. Long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me. His pace is measured at first, controlled—letting me feel the full length of him on every outstroke before pushing back in until his balls press against my ass.

"So fucking tight," he groans. "Even after taking Dorian's knot, this cunt is still gripping me like it never wants to let go."

"Don't want to let go." I'm gasping with every thrust, the pleasure building again already. "Want you to stay inside me forever. Want your knot."

His control slips. His hips snap harder, faster, fucking into me with an urgency that makes the nest shake beneath us. His hand slides between our sweat-slicked bodies, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles.

"Come for me again," he demands, voice rough. "Come on my cock. Let me feel this perfect pussy squeeze me while I knot you."

The dual stimulation is too much. I break with a scream, my inner walls clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses so strong my vision whites out at the edges.

His knot starts to swell immediately. I feel it growing at the base of his cock, catching on my entrance with every thrust, stretching me wider and wider.

"Gonna knot you," he warns, voice strained. "Gonna lock inside this tight little cunt and fill you with my come. You want that? Want my knot?"

"Yes—" I'm still coming, still clenching. "Give it to me, please, need it—"

He buries himself deep and lets it happen. The knot swells past the point of no return, stretching me impossibly wide, and then pops inside with a wet sound that makes us both groan.The pressure is intense—different from Dorian's knot, hitting different spots, but just as overwhelming.

"Oh fuck." He's shaking above me, hips jerking as he starts to come. "Fuck, you're milking me. Taking everything. Such a good omega, squeezing every drop out of me."

I can feel him pulsing inside me. Feel the hot rush of come flooding my already full cunt. There's nowhere for it to go—the knot seals everything in—so I just get fuller and fuller until my lower belly aches with it.

"So much," I whimper. "You're filling me so much."

"Taking it all though." He presses a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. "My perfect girl. Taking everything I give you."

We stay locked together, both panting, his knot throbbing inside me. Dorian watches from beside us, lazily stroking his already-hard cock. Corvus is on my other side, dark eyes cataloguing every detail.

"How long?" I ask, still floating in the aftermath.

"Twenty minutes, maybe." Oakley shifts slightly and we both groan as the knot tugs. "Less if you keep clenching like that."

I can't help it. Every time he moves, my body responds, squeezing around him, milking more come from his cock. It's biology—omega bodies are designed to drain every last drop from an Alpha's knot.

"Feels so good," I murmur. "Being this full. This stretched."

"Wait until Corvus gets his turn," Dorian says, still stroking himself. "Then you'll really be full."

The promise makes heat spike through me again.