Page 24 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

“This is how it’s supposed to be,” he whispers.

“An Alpha worshiping his Omega’s body. His Omega responding.

Wanting. Accepting. I love that you’re so wet for me.

That your slick is pooling like this—” he cuts his own words off with a guttural groan.

“Never apologize for wanting me as bad as I want you.”

Then his hand is between my legs, rubbing my aching clit over my shorts. I cry out, spread my legs wider, wanting more. Wanting to come. Wanting him inside me. His cock. His knot.

When he slides my shorts to the side and slips his fingers inside me, the sound I make is animalistic, and matches the growling moan that comes from Quinn.

His purring intensifies so much, I feel it throughout my whole body now, the tremors increasing the pleasure of his curling fingers inside of me.

The second those fingertips hit that magic spot inside of me, the place only toys have ever touched, his thumb presses down on my clit and I scream, vision going black around the edges, then white, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure radiate from my core down my extremities.

“You come so well, sweetheart.” He’s as breathless as I am. “Look at you, squeezing so tight around my fingers, fuck.”

I let out another small cry when he starts to slide out of me, my whine beginning to build again, this time in complaint.

Quinn chuckles as he slides off my body, but it’s brief. His whole demeanor changes, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stares down at me. “Take off your clothes, Vi. I’m not done with you.”

I shiver involuntarily, breath and pulse quickening, and yank my clothes off as fast as possible in the most un-sexy way, hair flying around my head and into my face, then throw my shorts and top to the floor.

When I lean back again, he’s still staring at me, unmoving.

Then, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and yanks them down to his ankles.

When he rises again, his cock juts out toward me, curving upward, looking painfully strained.

My mouth waters and I scramble to my knees and reach for him.

“No.”

His command stops me short. I turn my eyes up at him, ready to protest.

“Not tonight, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Tonight is about you.” He gets closer, runs his hand over my head to smooth my hair. “Look at how quick and easy you came for me.”

My cheeks flame with embarrassment. It was definitely fast…

“You needed to come, sweetheart. You needed one of your Alphas to bring you pleasure.”

One of—?

“Now, turn around and get on all fours.”

I start, breath catching, then do as instructed, spinning on my knees, slow, then lowering myself onto my hands.

He lets out a long breath then runs a hand over my ass.

My slick slides down my thighs freely without any shorts to ebb the flow, and he reaches down to gather some of that slick on his fingers, sliding the wetness along my skin, over my clit with a flick, then circles my entrance painfully slow, before sliding his finger to my ass, rubbing around my back hole.

The moan that rips from my body draws the strength from my arms, and I collapse, ass up, face down into the mattress.

“You like that, Omega?” His voice is more a demand than a question, and I groan in response. “Yeah, you like your Alpha playing with that tight asshole, don’t you?” The tip of his finger breaches me, and I cry out, body bucking into his invasion.

“That’s right, sweetheart. You love this. You’re going to love it when I take your ass for the first time, aren’t you?”

Yes! I want to cry, but words have completely escaped me.

“You’ll love it even more with one cock in your ass, one in that tight pussy, and another right down your throat.”

I gush again, both elated and mortified.

Quinn’s body, his words, are driving me to a level of insanity I’ve never known.

He sighs and removes his finger, drawing a visceral whine from my chest, my ass moving of its own accord, seeking him out.

“Hold still,” his voice is nearly a barked command, and I obey, powerless not to.

Those big hands grip my ass cheeks and pull them apart, opening my pussy to the cool air, making me hiss. Without a word, the head of his cock notches at my entrance and slides inside of me. But just the head, in and out, in and out.

I growl in frustration and push into him, receiving a slap on my ass and his total retreat in return. “ Don’t move, Omega.” The warning is an actual bark this time, and I whine in disappointment and acquiescence at once.

But when I’m still, I’m rewarded with his cock again, the thick head sliding in then out, again and again for what feels like an agonizing eternity, drawing more slick from my trembling body, until he pushes my body forward, both hands on my ass, and uses his knees to spread my legs even further apart.

He slams balls-deep inside my quaking pussy, and I scream with pleasure, head to the side, voice unmuffled.

The pounding continues, faster and harder, his balls slapping my clit in the most delicious way imaginable, making me tilt my pelvis so his dick hits that magic spot inside of me while his flesh slaps my clit again and again.

My whine builds, and I might be snarling, I can’t even tell anymore.

With Quinn’s cock deep inside my pussy, he moves his hands to the outside of my thighs and uses his incredible strength to lift me just off the mattress enough to slam my legs together. I cry out as he growls with pleasure, his cock feeling even bigger now that he’s made the fit so tight.

He hisses when he slides out, and his reaction sets my body ablaze. When he slams back into me with the most obscene groan, my whine matches his noises, and his purr intensifies so much it nearly vibrates my eardrums. But it’s soothing, comforting, even as he fucks me fast and hard.

Quinn feels like my safe place. My home.

My Alpha.

“I need to see those tits,” he moans, pulls out of me and grabs me around the waist in a flurry.

Before my lust-hazed brain registers what’s happening, Quinn is on his back and I’m facing him, straddling his stomach, my slick coating his abs.

Those warm hands, vibrating with his deep purr, cup my breasts, thumbs and forefingers pinching my nipples with a sigh from us both.

“Much better,” he says. “Now, bounce that tight pussy on my cock.”

His commands are a rush, more so now that I’m on top, something I’ve never had the pleasure to experience.

I rise up on my knees, lifting my ass as much as I can, and reach back to grip his cock with one hand, guiding the head to my entrance.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he breathes. “That’s it…”

I slide down onto him in one fell swoop, letting gravity drive him home with a cry, the fullness overwhelming my senses. “ Yessss,” I hiss.

“That’s good, Vi. Very good,” he croons. “Now. Bounce on that dick.”

And I do, rising and falling, faster and faster, driving his cock ever deeper inside of my body with each fall.

I have no idea how loud we are, my whining and his purrs and growls, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall, the groan of the mattress and bed frame.

I don’t care, as I chase my pleasure, bouncing again and again.

Quinn’s hands move from my breasts to my hips, his eyes trained on my bouncing globes of flesh, his tongue coming out to lick his lips.

When one thumb slides to my clit and circles it, I’m gone, the scream erupting from deep in my chest like the most filthy porn I’ve ever seen, and I love it.

Every spasm of my pussy around his cock, every gush of slick that spills out of me.

And then I’m on my back, and Quinn is thrusting into my pussy like a wild animal, his eyes crazed.

Fucking and purring, fucking and growling, driving his cock impossibly deep inside my body again and again, and my pleasure never stops. It’s never-ending. It’s too much.

Too. Much.

As he roars, I scream like a banshee, another orgasm wracking my already quivering body, the sheer power of my orgasm making my soul leave my body.

Then it happens. The thing I’ve wanted since puberty and never had.

Quinn’s cock swells inside of me, locking us in place with a sated sigh.

I’ve been knotted. For the first time in my thirty-four years.

Not by the Alpha I thought I’d be spending my life with, but by Quinn. The gorgeous fitness instructor, business owner, flirty, fun man who I’m living with.

Tears stream down my face, pooling by my ears as I lay on my back, and I inhale a ragged breath, taking with it his strong ocean breeze scent.

Quinn looks at me, worry flooding his face. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

My smile is watery as I nod. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’m perfect. Thank you for this.”

He gives me that gorgeous smile, eyes crinkling. “You are perfect, sweetheart.” His head dips to the crook of my neck, and he sighs against my skin. “One day, I’ll mark you. You’ll be ours.”

“Ours?” I say it aloud this time, in the afterglow.

“Oh, yes,” his tone is absolutely sure. “You belong to us. All three of us. Even if you don’t know it yet.”

His words should shock me, should make me question everything.

But they don’t.

Instead, there is a serenity that envelops me, my mind finds peace, my soul is eased.

I belong with them all.

Quinn.

Vaughn.

Ben.

I think part of me knew, or was trying to tell me. And I was running from the truth, even though the thought of being with them always felt right on some level.

Now, all I want is to embrace it. Embrace them .