Page 45 of Knot Your Karma (Not Yours #1)
Their scents wrap around me until I’m basically drowning in pack pheromones, which would sound ridiculous if it didn’t feel like the most natural thing in the world, like my biology finally got the memo about what it was actually designed for.
My scent responds automatically, sweetening with omega arousal that makes all three inhale sharply.
“God, that scent,” Reed groans from his chair. “Omega arousal mixed with complete safety. You two are doing this brilliantly.”
They guide me to the bed, Reed coordinates them like he’s got a manual for optimal pack dynamics, which is both incredibly hot and slightly unfair because I wasn’t prepared for beta competence to be this attractive.
“Slower,” Reed instructs when Declan’s hands move too quickly. “She’s not going anywhere. Take time to appreciate what you’re touching.”
Their hands slow, each calloused fingertip finding nerves I didn’t know existed.
“There,” Reed’s satisfaction is evident when I arch into Adrian’s touch. “See how she responds when you build the anticipation? Our omega doesn’t need rushed claiming—she needs thorough appreciation.”
Reed apparently has a PhD in reading the room and coordinating pack dynamics, which—okay, I wasn’t expecting that level of strategic thinking from someone who looks like he should be selling artisanal coffee and giving TED talks about finding your inner harmony.
But watching him direct Declan and Adrian is like watching a conductor work with musicians who actually know their instruments.
Which is probably a terrible metaphor, but my brain is approximately seventy percent satisfied omega right now, so we’re working with limited resources here .
Under Reed’s quietly authoritative suggestions—and okay, there’s something deeply unfair about how hot diplomatic control is when it’s applied to making sure I get maximum pleasure—Declan and Adrian move with the kind of focused purpose that suggests they’ve been waiting for someone to give them a game plan.
Like they’re building something methodical and perfect, except instead of a house or a restoration project, they’re building my complete and utter destruction in the best possible way.
“Now show her what alpha mouths are for,” Reed’s voice roughens with arousal. “Show her what worship tastes like.”
When Declan settles between my thighs, blue eyes holding mine, I feel precious beyond measure.
“Look at me while he does this,” Reed’s instruction draws my attention, and when I turn toward his voice, his eyes turn dark. “Want to see your face when you understand how much we treasure you.”
Declan’s mouth finds my clit with skill, tongue tracing patterns that make me cry out and fist my hands in expensive sheets.
Reed keeps up this stream of encouragement that would probably sound ridiculous in any other context, but right now it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard and I’m definitely making sounds that would mortify me under normal circumstances.
“That’s it,” I can hear the arousal in Reed’s voice even as he keeps up this running commentary, and knowing that coordinating our pleasure is turning him on makes my toes curl. “Look how gorgeous she is when she lets go. See how her body responds when she feels completely safe?”
“Taste so sweet,” Declan growls against my slick-soaked folds. “Omega getting so wet for her pack.”
“Tell her,” Reed instructs. “Tell her what she tastes like, how it feels to have omega trust you with her pleasure.”
“Like vanilla and slick and complete trust,” Declan speaks between focused licks that make me see stars. “Like an omega who knows she’s treasured, who’s not afraid to want what she needs.”
When I try to muffle the sounds, Reed’s voice cuts through my embarrassment.
“Let us hear you,” beta authority makes my omega hindbrain perk up with attention. “Those sounds tell us we’re doing this right. Let us know we’re making you feel cherished.”
The combination of Declan’s focused attention and Reed’s coordinating voice while Adrian’s hands map my skin makes thinking impossible. When the first orgasm hits, I arch off the bed, scent spiking so sharp all three growl in response.
“Gorgeous,” Reed breathes, satisfaction rich in his voice. “Absolutely stunning. Now, Declan—show her what comes next.”
Declan’s fingers find my entrance, slick-slippery and hypersensitive. “Want to feel you come apart on my cock,” he says, but his eyes flick to Reed for confirmation. “Want to knot you properly, show you what celebrating feels like.”
“Yes,” Reed confirms, voice thick. “Show our omega what alpha claiming looks like when it’s built on worship instead of possession.”
The word knot makes something primal clench in my belly. “Yes,” I breathe, reaching for Declan with desperate hands. “Want your knot, want to be locked to you?—”
“Watch this part carefully,” Reed instructs Adrian, though his voice carries to all of us. “Watch how her body opens for alpha cock when she feels completely safe. This is what trust looks like.”
Declan positions himself over me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. “Going to claim you slow,” he promises, blue eyes locked on mine. “Make you feel every inch as I fill you up.”
“Look at this,” Reed murmurs as Declan pushes inside with deliberate control. “Look how she takes you, how her body welcomes you in. That’s omega biology working exactly as it should.”
I gasp at the sensation of being stretched, filled, claimed. Even aroused and slick, Declan is big enough to make me feel owned in the most fundamental way.
“Such a good fit,” Declan groans, sinking deeper until I can feel him everywhere. “Like you were made for alpha cock, made to take everything I give you.”
“Tell her what it feels like,” Reed’s instruction carries vicarious arousal. “Tell her what it’s like to be inside omega who chose you, who wants your knot.”
“Like coming home,” Declan breathes, his rhythm starting controlled but building to something more demanding. “Like finding the place I’m supposed to be, where I belong.”
Each thrust hits spots that make me see stars, and I can feel his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock. The sensation is overwhelming—not just physical, but emotional. Being claimed while Reed watches, directs, coordinates—it feels like pack at its most fundamental level.
“Feel that?” Declan’s voice roughens with claiming instinct. “Feel your alpha’s knot getting ready to lock inside you?”
“Yes,” I sob, because the pressure is building and I can feel every millimeter of his knot swelling. “Want it, want to be knotted?—”
“Tell her what you’re going to do,” Reed’s command carries something that makes this feel ceremonial. “Tell her what alpha knot means when it’s claiming instead of conquest.”
“Going to stretch you so good,” Declan’s promise comes as his rhythm becomes erratic, knot swelling fuller. “Keep you full of my cum, show you what it means to belong to pack.”
“Watch her face,” Reed instructs Adrian. “Watch what happens when our omega gets exactly what her biology craves from an alpha who worships her.”
When Declan’s knot swells fully, the sensation overwhelms everything else, which would be embarrassing to explain to anyone ever, but right now I don’t care because it feels like my body finally got the instruction manual it’s been missing for twenty-six years.
He comes with a possessive growl, pumping endless warmth inside me as his knot locks us together.
“Mine,” Declan breathes against my throat. “Pack omega, claimed and exactly where you belong.”
When his canines sink into my flesh it sets off a chain of orgasms that I swear causes me to black out for a minute.
“Look at that,” Reed’s voice carries wonder, and when I turn my head toward him, his eyes are dark with satisfaction. “Look how stunning you are when you’re knotted, when you understand exactly how treasured you are.”
The knotting lasts longer than I expected—twenty minutes of being locked together while Declan’s cum fills me and aftershocks ripple through my system. Reed talks us through it, his voice a constant reassurance about how right we look, how this is what pack claiming should feel like.
“This is omega satisfaction,” Reed explains to Adrian, though his voice carries to all of us. “See how relaxed she is? How her scent has settled into pure contentment? This is what happens when omega gets claimed by alpha who understands worship.”
When Declan’s knot finally deflates enough for him to slip out, I whimper at the loss—and at the rush of his cum sliding down my thighs.
“Don’t worry,” Reed’s voice carries beta certainty. “Adrian’s going to take care of you next. Going to show you what gentle claiming feels like.”
“My turn,” Adrian waits for Reed’s nod before moving. The deference to Reed’s coordination makes something warm settle in my chest—this is pack harmony in action.
“Different approach this time,” Reed settles more comfortably in his chair. “Declan showed her possession and protection. Adrian, you show her permanence and safety. Show her what it’s like to be claimed by an alpha who builds things to last.”
Adrian touches me like he’s memorizing every inch of my body, calloused fingers tracing patterns that make me arch into his touch.
Where Declan claimed me with fierce possession, Adrian builds my pleasure layer by layer—finding the spot on my inner thigh that makes me whimper, the place where my neck meets my shoulder that has me gasping his name.
He works me over with the same methodical precision he brings to restoration projects, except instead of fixing broken antiques, he’s taking me apart completely and I’m here for every devastating second of it.
“Steady,” Reed encourages when I tremble under Adrian’s thorough attention. “Let him build this properly. Let him show you what craftsmanship looks like when it’s applied to omega pleasure.”