Page 6 of Knot My Bosses (Hiddenverse)

The small pinch of pain was worth it for whatever that sensation was.

I don’t have time to focus on it before Oz closes his teeth around my sensitive bud and bites.

I buck into his mouth, and he swirls his tongue around the assaulted flesh, at the same time, he sinks two fingers into me and curls them forward, adding a delicious pressure as he sucks my clit between his teeth again and bites me for the second time.

My legs tremble as he mixes pleasure and pain over and over again, like waves crashing relentlessly against the sand during a hurricane. When I tumble into an orgasm, I soak his face, and he releases a possessive growl that sinks into my belly.

One night will never be enough and we haven’t even had sex yet. I’m so screwed.

If I expect them to relent and let me ride the wave of climax to a peaceful end, I’m so very wrong.

Because Wade drops to his knees behind me.

The snick of a switchblade, followed by cool metal against my skin and the thong being cut off, is only a minor relief before Wade’s feathers are brushing against my ass cheek, the beak running up my crack.

Then he slips his fingers between my legs and sinks them into me, right next to Oz’s two digits.

It feels as if they are stretching me. Two, then three, followed by a fourth. Now, a fifth. They pump in and out in tandem, and all I can hear is the wet sounds of my pussy as it grips around them. I’m so full it’s almost uncomfortable, but I gave them my trust the second I walked into this room.

Oz slips his fingers out, drawing my slick over my clit as he redoubles his sucking and nibbling on the swollen bud.

And with his free hand, he ghosts it over my stomach, up until he finds the chain hanging between my breasts, and he tugs it taunt.

Once, twice, and three times. At my gasp, he sucks harder.

Wade has all four fingers fucking me, his thumb running over my backdoor as if he’s thinking of double penetrating me.

I don’t think I can breathe, let alone remember what air is.

“You’re so tight, Sugar, but I think you can take us.” Wade expands his fingers, spreading them out inside of me. So much pressure building, but feeling so good, I’m not sure what words are, so all I can do is cry out, my voice breaking with pleasure.

When he slips his fingers out of me, his teeth sink into my ass cheek, not hard enough for a claiming mark. Just the promise of one. Not that any of them will do that tonight. They don’t want an omega, so they wouldn’t tie themselves to me, even if it were temporary.

Oz moves my leg off of his shoulder as both he and Wade stop touching me as if they were communicating silently. My legs barely hold me steady, and I sway with the bar above my head. The absence of their touch feels like pain, and I whimper.

My oncoming orgasm recedes, ebbing away like a dying storm.

Ozwald finds his feet, giving the chain one last tug as he settles his mask back over his face.

His lips and chin glisten with my juices, and I watch him, waiting for his next move.

But he steps back, making room for Beckett.

He looks larger than life, the size of a real live bear, and not just pretending to be one.

He has tattoos all over the top half of his chest with intricate designs I want to run my tongue over.

I noticed them earlier, but in the light of the room, they are almost mesmerizing.

His jeans ride low on his hips, and there’s a clear outline of his cock beneath the material.

I don’t have to wait long before he flicks the button open and the zipper drops halfway on its own, revealing black boxer briefs.

He pushes the jeans down and then steps out of them, his feet bare.

Vaguely, I wonder when he removed his shoes, but honestly, I’ve been a little preoccupied.

His briefs leave nothing to the imagination, but I still suck in a breath when he shoves them down over his thick thigh muscles.

His cock juts proudly out, a small bit of precum on the tip, and the widest girth I’ve ever seen other than on a dildo.

His knot is just barely there, but I will assume at least triple the size when full.

My knees are jello as he steps into me. His length’s hot and hard against my stomach. “Are you ready, Sweetheart?”

I jerk my head forward in what I hope’s a nod of agreement, and he laughs. Tilting his head to the side, he wraps his fingers around my neck and uses his thumb to lift my chin.

“Words.”

My tongue darts over my lower lip as I suck it between my teeth.

My heart races inside my chest, and all I can fucking focus on is his cock pressed between us.

How deep is it going to go? It’s reaching my ribcage, bumping against the chain that connects the nipple clamps each time he breathes. I might die. But I’ll die happy.

“I’ve trained my whole life for this,” I quip.

The three of them laugh. I don’t have time to react to any of it because Beckett easily grips my thighs and lifts me up, bringing my legs around him. I sway from the bar, and he looks up at my bound hands.

“Oz, unlock her,” he says. Seconds later, my arms are released, and the sensation of blood flowing back into them is almost painful. He settles my still-bound wrists around his neck. “Better.”

I’m not sure if it’s a statement or a question, and I don’t have time to reply before two of them are working together and Beckett’s resting between my legs, much too long for his crown to be settled against me.

Wade’s feathers brush my ass again, and Beckett inhales, and I can only assume Wade sucked his tip into his mouth.

And I gush on his length, my slick flowing from me effortlessly.

When Beck pushes forward, his hot shaft spreads my folds, coating him in my arousal, and Wade’s nose bumps my ass, the mask tumbling to the floor with a noisy clatter, and it isn’t my imagination that he’s sucking his pack mate because he moans around him.

Then he’s spreading my ass cheeks and lifting me slightly to settle Beck’s tip against my opening.

Wade’s tongue runs over both of us as I spread around the crown.

Oz kisses my shoulder, gathering my attention as he circles the clamp with his finger.

My nipple aches, or so I thought it did, until he unclamps it, and pain shoots through me, overwhelming in intensity, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, adding to it at the same time Beckett thrusts into me, and Wade bites my ass cheek again.

And it’s all it takes to send me over the edge willingly.

I fall and fall and fall. Pain and pleasure are one and the same. Where one ends, the other starts. Again and again. Oz circles us, kissing my other shoulder softly, the touch deceptive because I know the second he circles the clamp, the intensity of the pain from before will return.

But he only tugs on the chain. My freed nipple throbs as if it’s still attached to the device, and he reaches between us and tweaks the sore peak. Earning another whimper from me.

I squeeze around Beckett with each pinch, and he growls, dragging me down on him over and over again. His knot swells, and I can feel it bumping my entrance each time, coating himself in my slick.

“Oz, get ready,” he says tightly. Seconds later, he is thrusting fully into me at the same time Ozwald releases my other nipple and tweaks the other.

I’m short-circuiting, my body completely confused as another orgasm takes me under.

The pain is enough to make me come. “Such a good girl, taking my knot. I knew you could do it, Sweetheart. That’s it, squeeze me tight.

Just like that. Oh fuck, exactly like that—” he grits out before I feel his hot seed exploding inside of me.