Page 44 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

Ben

Six Months Later

Marital bliss is second to none, I’ll tell you. But finally moving into our forever home after extensive renovations? That’s a pretty close runner-up.

We set up all the big furniture first. The living room’s centerpiece is an arc-shaped couch, one long, curved, plush piece of furniture that we can all sit on, or even lie on together. In all different positions.

It was just what Violet wanted.

The bedrooms upstairs are each fitted with specially ordered extra large beds, something we also have Violet’s big brain to thank for. She knew of a place in Los Angeles where professional athletes would get their furniture from, and we had the items delivered to us.

But in the fifth bedroom upstairs, the one hidden away in the back is an even larger mattress.

Only the best for our Omega’s nest.

And that’s where I find Violet decorating and fluffing pillows with a frenzy. I watch her shapely ass as she bends to reach for something, my hands itching to touch her.

We installed triple-panel sliding curtains around the bed that can be opened and closed all the way. All the lights are on dimmers, and the one window at the back wall has blackout curtains on it.

“You’re doing a great job in here, baby,” I say softly so as not to startle her.

She turns with a wide grin, places her hands on her hips. “I am so ready for my next heat.”

A growl draws from my chest, and I’m on her in an instant. “I can’t wait.” I capture her soft lips as she moans, her hands sliding up to my hair and gripping it tight.

When she leans back, her tone is bummed. “I really have to finish up in here and then get Remy into his new spot downstairs.”

I smile down at her. “Can I help?”

Her head shakes vehemently. “I’ve got it.” She contemplates, biting her lower lip and peers back up at me. Her hand slides down the front of my jeans, and I let out a puff of air, then hiss. “As soon as I’m done, though, this,” she squeezes my stiffening cock, “is all mine.”

“It’s always yours, baby,” I groan. “All of me. Always and forever.”

Warmth fills her gaze, her hand smoothing over my pants again. “And I’m yours,” she says. “Let Quinn and Vaughn know, if you would.”

And with a wink, I’m dismissed.

Back in the living room, I find Quinn at the built-in entertainment center, placing physical movie copies into it in his usual organized fashion, while Vaughn rearranges pots and pans in the kitchen. “When Violet is done putting her things away, she’s ready to christen the house.”

That gets both their attention, Quinn dropping a stack of Blu-rays, Vaughn almost tripping over his own feet on his way to the next box.

“Fuck,” Quinn sighs, but not out of frustration.

I laugh. “What can I do to help down here?”

“Did you already finish with your room?” Vaughn asks, carrying some mixing bowls to a cabinet.

“I got all the important stuff put away.” I move into the kitchen to help Vaughn, who seemed to need the most help.

While workers were in here, helping make our dream home a reality, a lot went on in our lives.

Golden Fitness underwent some renovations of its own, the gym now more warm and inviting with the help of Violet’s knack for design.

“It’s not a total sausage fest anymore!” he’d exclaimed a week after re-opening.

Lloyd had completely retired from all his duties, aside from being an officiant.

I was now running Lloyd’s Tattoos with open approval on any changes I felt it needed, including hiring two more part-time artists so we always had coverage.

Violet had helped Steve and Sam move into Crescent Lake. I hadn’t expected the city guys to want to relocate, but like Violet, they fell in love with our town.

And Violet’s love of Crescent Lake had been expressed in the form of monetary donations.

She accepted Lilly’s return of her rent funds, then went right behind her back to pay for the repairs in full. She then donated the rest of the money to the local parks and recreation chapter and sent some of her rental income from the penthouse to the Crescent Lake holiday committee.

Her generosity had earned her an immaculate reputation.

I was only comfortable with what she’d done because I knew the people here would never let anyone take advantage of Violet.

We protect our own.

Vaughn had been overseeing the renovations of his new restaurant, stressing over the closure of Hops & Scotch during its transition to Wildflower Brewing Co. & Restaurant.

We’d all made it through together, Quinn and I handling most of the work oversight here at the house, and Violet helping Vaughn however she could.

We make a great team.

I don’t know how much time passes between unpacking the kitchen and living room, then moving on to the single guest room on the ground floor beside Violet’s office, and then the new laundry room to mount a few hanging rods, but that’s where Violet’s scent greets us from the doorway.

Along with a buzzing sound.

Violet

I don’t know what possessed me to do this, but holy shit, the looks in my Alphas’ eyes are hot as fuck. Wild and nearly unhinged.

While I was unpacking everything in my new, fabulous nest, I found my box of sex toys, and the lust was immediate.

None of them could ever match my men, that’s the truth. But to elicit a reaction from them? Tease and tantalize my Alphas until they can’t control themselves?

That’s exactly what I wanted. What they want.

The three of them are in the laundry room, and I stand in the doorway, naked, running the vibrating inflatable dildo over my clit, making my pussy clench with each stroke, my slick dribbling down my thighs.

I’m not in heat, but that never matters with my Alphas. They drive me crazy as much as I do them.

And we love every minute of it.

“Benson,” I breathe his full name, locking eyes with him as the toy slips between my pussy lips, drags across my clit.

His pupils are blown out already, a low and steady growl emanating from his chest.

Then, I do something new.

I turn my back to them, spread my feet apart, bend over, and slide the toy into my pussy, excruciatingly slow.

There are hisses and growls and purrs, but most of all, their scents rise to meet and mingle with mine.

Ben rushes me, scoops me into his arms, and growls, “Room or nest?”

“Nest,” I sigh, the toy slipping from my pussy before he jogs with me up the stairs.

Vaughn and Quinn follow closely, Quinn shutting the door behind him to keep our place just for us, even if we’re alone.

Ben grabs the toy and shuts it off before tossing it, then me, onto the bed.

I’d arranged the pillows just right and stuffed some of my Alphas’ shirts and underthings beneath them all, ensuring everything in the nest smelled of us.

They call it “Violet’s nest,” but it’s all of ours.

We are one.

“We knot together,” Vaughn says, tone low and smooth, commanding. The sound of it makes my pussy quiver.

My men are all undressing, rushed, their cocks ready and pointed at me like divining rods.

I roll over onto my stomach, poke my ass out, elicit a groan from Ben before the bed dips behind me with his weight.

His hands grasp my knees, pulling them apart, spreading me open before his chest flattens me to the bed.

He kisses my back before thrusting into my pussy with one hard stroke, filling me to the brim, making me cry and writhe beneath him, his flesh stroking me in all the right places, that barbell behind the head of his dick rubbing my inner walls

He thrusts like that a few more times before lifting off my body, positioning my hips on his now-bent thighs so my legs straddle them.

Then, the buzzing starts again.

When he pushes the toy into my pussy alongside his cock, I mewl like an animal, trying desperately to spread my legs wider to no avail.

Ben slides the toy out when his cock is deep inside, then switches, and I’m panting, the pleasure building in my lower body until I’m nearly paralyzed, trying to hang on.

That’s when he pulls the toy all the way out and shoves it deep into my ass, making me scream with pleasure. It’s slippery from my slick, and he hits that button to make the artificial knot inflate, drawing strangled cries from my pleasure-addled body as the edges of my vision blur.

Then, he fucks me with the knot.

And I lose all control.

I scream for him to fuck me, harder, faster, now! And he follows my every command until I’m crying out his name, shaking and twitching, slick gushing out of me.

When he leaves my body and the bed, toy still vibrating in my ass, I’m vaguely aware of the fact he hasn’t come yet.

But then Quinn is there, sliding onto his back beside me on the mattress, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me onto him where he impales me on his cock.

We groan in unison. One of his hands grips my breast, pinches my nipple, while the other slides around to my ass and pushes the toy deeper inside my back hole, holding it there.

My back bows, my tits rising higher, and gods help me, he uses the toy to make me bounce on his dick, our skin slapping each time my body falls, that hard dick diving deeper and deeper inside me as I twitch, whine, moan, and eventually come all over him with a scream, my slick spilling everywhere in the most obscene way.

I haven’t even caught my breath yet when he slides me off his body, back onto my belly on the mattress, and is gone.

He, too, didn’t come. This time, I’m more aware of the fact, even though my brain is turning to mush.

But then, it’s Vaughn’s turn.

I feel him standing behind me, watching. I don’t have the strength to turn, but I imagine him stroking his cock, and it makes more slick pour from my core as I whine, that knotted toy still vibrating in my ass.

“Daddy,” I plead, but I don’t know what I’m asking for.

But he knows.

Daddy always knows what I need.

He grabs my hips, roughly slides me to the edge of the bed, pulls the toy from my ass, and slams his cock in its place. I scream into the mattress, the pleasure too much, too much for my body, my mind.

But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t relent.

He’s brutal in his fucking, fast, hard, so deep I cry soundlessly from the pleasure as his cock rubs down against my spot from inside my ass until I’m coming, then coming again when he keeps thrusting through my orgasm.

My feet slip on the puddle of slick below, and in the back of my mind, I’m surprised I’ve produced so much, but I just can’t care.

When my twitching subsides, Vaughn rubs a hand down my back, around my front, and lifts me up, still impaled on his cock. “Good girl,” he whispers, crooning, soothing, as his purr kicks in, and he’s lying on his back with me on his chest, cock in my ass.

I’m a puddle without strength, lying there as he spreads me open obscenely wide.

Then Quinn and Ben are between my legs, stroking their cocks, and despite my utter exhaustion, my inability to move, I whine and moan, finding just enough strength to angle my waiting, gushing pussy at them, my clit tingling with anticipation.

And they oblige my desire, slowly sliding their cocks into my core, side by side. I cry out, back bowing against Vaughn beneath me.

Then, the three of them begin to fuck my holes in long, excruciatingly slow strokes.

Vaughn slides almost all the way out of my ass, holding my body weight in his hands by my spread cheeks, then slides slowly back in.

Ben and Quinn alternate pulling all the way out until I see the heads of their dicks outside my body, then sliding back in at a glacier’s pace.

The looks of sheer concentration on their faces let me know this is difficult for them, too, and I can’t tell if they're teasing me or trying to give me a break from their earlier brutality.

But I don’t need a break.

My slick keeps spilling, my whines grow in time with their purrs, and I finally cry, “Please!”

There’s a torturous moment when everything stops, but then, blissfully, the three of them begin to fuck me faster, harder, my body bumping and bouncing with their thrusts as their bodies begin to glisten with sweat in the low light.

When the pleasure becomes overwhelming, I bear down on all of them with something akin to a growl of my own and let out a cry of bliss, just as all three of them roar, shooting their come deep inside my body.

When their knots inflate, expanding both my holes, my pussy and ass filled beyond belief, I sigh in contentment. My body sags against Vaughn’s as he lowers me to rest back on his chest.

There is nothing more satisfying, more pleasurable, than being together with your pack, bonded and mated.

Dare I say, "Knottily" Ever After.

The End