Page 37 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

Chapter Thirty-Six

Quinn

T he last week and a half has been a flurry of happiness and Boss Moves.

I’ve never been so grateful, so at peace.

Being with Violet, completing our pack, has inspired each of us to find a better work-life balance, and Vi was a central part of our success.

She helped Vaughn first because he was the most swamped.

She started working with him at the brewery, then she spread the word around town that Hops & Scotch was seeking help.

She and Vaughn were able to hire a bartender and a busser almost immediately, freeing up Vaughn to spend more time at home.

And ease a lot of the stress he’d been carrying around.

Then Ben worked his butt off to find another tattoo artist to join Lloyd’s and relieve the old man so he can retire in peace. Apparently, the new hire is young, really talented, and had just moved to town from San Francisco.

Then there’s me.

“We got another few applications!” Vi sings from the doorway of my office at the gym, holding up her phone with the screen facing me, though I can’t see what’s on it. “One of the applicants seems really qualified, but I’ll forward them all to you.”

I grin at her, wave her inside, where she closes the door behind her and comes to take her place on my lap. I press my lips to hers, grin never fading. “You’re amazing, sweetheart. Thank you for helping me.”

“Always,” she says against my lips.

We decided as a pack to take as many day shifts as possible, and Vi would keep a strict daytime writing schedule as well. We want to spend as much time together, all of us, in the evenings. Whether that’s out on the town or in the comfort of our home.

But I’ve realized recently that the apartment isn’t the best space for our pack. It’s nice and we like it there, but something is definitely missing.

I’ll be having a private conversation with Vaughn about my reservations before I bring it up to anyone else, since he owns the place.

“We can’t be late for dinner.” Vi regrettably rises from my knee and walks to the door.

“Shit, is it already time?”

She gives an affirmative hum. “We have about ten minutes to get out the door.”

“I’ll just save what I’m doing for tomorrow morning, and we can go now.”

Her smile is wide, joyful, and it mirrors the overwhelming sensation inside of me.

There’s nowhere I’d rather be than together with my pack.

Dinner was better than I expected.

Ben has become a mad culinary scientist, trying one new recipe a week, using us as test subjects for his creations.

I have to admit, the kid is getting good. But we all know that it’s all thanks to Vi. She not only inspired him, but he, like Vaughn and me, is compelled to impress her.

Once done, us Alphas gather in the living room while Vi runs to her room to shower and change.

I catch Vi’s scent return before I see her. It’s the same moment Ben sits up on the couch beside me, eyes wide. My head snaps to where he’s looking, and… fuck me.

Vi is standing off to the side of the room, naked, eyes fierce as she stares us all down.

“Fuck, Baby Girl,” Vaughn breathes from the armchair, his hand sliding down to grip his dick over his pants. “Tell us what you want.”

“Isn’t that your thing?” she asks, her sass strong.

Vaughn’s smile is benevolent. “You’ve earned this.”

Her smile is wicked, and the muscles in my pelvis clench when those emerald eyes land on me, then Ben, and back to Vaughn. “Strip for me, my Alphas.”

Well, I’ve never jumped up and torn my clothes off so fast, that’s for sure. And I don’t think either of them has, either. We all pitch our clothes out of the way, behind the couch, behind the chair, and stand there in the living room, waiting for further instructions from our Omega.

She bites her lower lip, gaze heavy-lidded. Her eyes trail down Ben’s body, a wide grin growing on her face. “I knew it,” she breathes.

I look over at him, at his dick, where Vi’s staring, and huff a laugh before I look back at her. “You’ve had sex with Ben how many times? You only noticed his piercing now?”

Her expression is lustful. “We have a tendency of fucking in the dark, and he likes keeping his cock inside me at all times.”

Well, shit.

“Come to me.” She beckons Ben who moves like a lithe cat toward her. When he reaches her, she drops to her knees, grabs his dick and sucks it into her mouth, loud.

While Ben’s groan is the loudest, all four of us moan with delight in unison at the move.

She pulls back, swirls her tongue over the head, flicks it across the piercing on the top of his dick behind the head, sucks him down again.

She looks at me and beckons me with her hand, her mouth otherwise occupied.

When I’m beside her, she takes her mouth from Ben’s dick and strokes him before grabbing my cock with her other hand and swallowing me nearly whole.

I hiss at the feel of her hot, wet mouth on my shaft, the suction so strong it’s unreal, the backs of her teeth lightly scraping my flesh.

My toes nearly curl just before she releases me, and gods above, spits on my cock before jerking it and taking Ben back into her mouth.

I groan like a madman, looking down at Vi squatting on the floor, legs spread, slick sliding down to the crack of her ass.

It isn’t flowing with the same volume as when she was in heat, but it’s more than enough for us, her wildflower scent billowing off her form, mixing and melding with our three scents in a beautiful symphony.

I look at Vaughn, wondering when he’s going to join us, but he’s seated on the armchair again, stroking his cock slowly, watching the scene unravel before him.

She releases Ben and rises on shaky legs. “Someone get one of the dining chairs,” she commands, and I rush over to grab one and bring it to her. Vi smiles at me. “Take a seat, Quinn.”

I do as she says, sitting on the front edge and leaning back, legs slightly spread, gripping my dick at the base as I stare at her, and she hums with approval.

Then she’s straddling me, lowering that tight, slick heat onto my cock, making us both moan, hers with a little whine at the end of it.

Her pussy swallows my dick with perfection, and I sigh as her hips begin to circle.

She turns to Ben and says on a moan, “Fuck my ass, Benson. Make me come.”

I can almost feel the excitement coursing through Ben’s body as he approaches, dick in hand, and bends his knees behind Vi.

I lean back on the chair as far as I can, pull her chest to mine and suck her lips into my mouth as the head of Ben’s dick touches the base of mine to scoop up some of her slick before sliding into her puckered hole with a hiss.

I’d never participated in double penetration in any form before Vi’s heat, and now the feel of Ben’s or Vaughn’s dicks rubbing against mine, either with Vi’s wall between us or not, doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Our Omega’s pleasure is all that matters, and she loves this.

She loves us.

Ben and I find a rhythm, fucking in opposite strokes, the chair back creaking each time I push into it. Vi’s sighs and moans are music to my soul, her breasts gliding against my chest, hard nipples scraping my flesh. She grips the back of the chair tight, groans, and looks at Vaughn in his chair.

Her voice is stronger than I expect when she calls, “Do you like this, Daddy? Do you like watching your Omega get fucked?”

He hums, his stroking still slow and languid on his hard dick. He’s not trying to come. “Yes, Baby Girl. You look so good when your Alphas fuck your tight holes. Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her hips moving faster against our thrusts now.

“Do you like teasing your Daddy?”

“Yes,” this time, she says it on a whine.

“Are you teasing your Daddy because you know what he’s going to do with you once they’re done?”

“Yes!” she cries out now, her pussy clenching my dick so hard as she comes that it throws me over the edge, and I shout a string of expletives as I spill my come into her pussy, just as Ben howls and does the same in her ass.

Our knots swell in tandem, locking us into our Omega together.

Nothing ever felt so good.

Our knots subside faster than when Violet was in heat, but there’s barely a moment to recover before Vaughn rises from his chair and approaches us, the expression on his face more stern than I’ve ever seen. But instinct tells me it’s an act.

Sort of.

This is what Violet wants. I can tell for sure when she looks up into his face from my lap, a jolt of excitement running through her body on a small gasp.

Ben pulls out of her first, backing up to give Vaughn space to help Violet off of my dick, his hands under her armpits as he lifts her like she weighs nothing.

And the flash of lust in her eyes tells me she’s loving this.

“Can you stand on your own, Baby Girl?” he asks, a modicum of softness in his tone.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, those teeth sinking into her lower lip again, eyes wide.

“Good.” All softness is gone when he grips her by the back of the head, fisting her hair, and spins her back to him in front of me. He kicks her feet apart shoulder’s width, bends his knees a bit and slams his cock into her pussy so hard, her feet leave the floor as she screams with bliss.

Her back is bowed, tits out, head back, and he’s fucking her like a machine.

I’m equal parts turned on and impressed by the display.

When he hooks one knee with his forearm, lifting her leg, he commands, “One of you suck her tits. The other her clit.”

Don’t have to tell me twice.

I’ve noticed that Ben always goes for her pussy, and I am dying for a taste.

First come, first serve, pun totally intended, I dive forward onto my knees before Vi, her pussy bouncing furiously with Vaughn’s brutal thrusts.

With my fingers, I spread her pussy lips, revealing the hard nub of her clit, before I stick my tongue out and let the tip glide over it, letting Vaughn’s rhythm dictate my lapping.

She squeals, and I flatten my tongue on her, taking that sweet, tangy juice into my mouth, alternating between licking and sucking.

Ben is there as I roll my eyes up to see him sucking on one nipple, kneading and pinching the other.

It doesn’t take long for Violet to come undone in all our grasp, screaming and bucking, riding my face and Vaughn’s dick, his knot swelling and stretching her pussy.

Something in me snaps at the sight, and I start coming again, gripping my cock after I’ve already begun shooting my load onto Vi’s calf and the floor with a groan.

This woman has sent me back over twenty years to adolescence, and I have to say, I’m not hating it.

After shared showers that took far longer than any shower should, we all got dressed and decided to head downstairs to Hops & Scotch for a nightcap. Each of us grinning ear-to-ear, we grab a table in the back corner and let Will take our orders.

I’m proud of Vaughn for letting go of his desire to micromanage everything in his business.

Each of us is served our beer on tap of choice, and engaging in lively conversation, when the door opens to the brewery, and a man I’ve never seen before enters. He looks like he’s been through the ringer, clothes and hair disheveled, his eyes dull and nearly lifeless.

My brows draw, concern welling in my chest as I watch him stumble in, although he doesn’t seem inebriated, more preoccupied, or absent-minded.

“You guys know him?” I whisper.

Ben shakes his head beside me when Vaughn and Vi turn to look behind them.

Then, Violet gasps.

“Steve?”