Page 81 of Love Me Knot, Part One (Knotty Omegas #1)

DAPHNE

That night, the pack house door opens, and I’m swept into an embrace that warms my belly as much as Nate’s purr. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

He kisses me again and again until I have to pull away to yawn.

After the busy day, I don’t have much energy, but I know Pack Morgan won’t mind.

They’ve already seen me overextended, exhausted and ready to sleep for a year.

A busy omega may not be the sex-fiend some packs expect, but these alphas haven’t made me feel bad for it.

In fact, I think they like snuggling in the nest or watching movies on the couch almost as much as they enjoy fucking me.

With careful hands, Nate sets me down, kneeling to take off my shoes before massaging my sore feet and legs. “Want a nap before dinner? I’ll be the big spoon.”

“Quit hogging her.” Dez jogs down the stairs, crossing the room for his own kiss. “Hey, little muse.”

“Hey, Dez.” I search behind him, looking for Connor and catch my other alphas exchanging a look. “What?”

“Nothing. Connor just may be a few minutes late.”

I breathe through the instinctive despondency, reminding myself that he’s working hard. He’ll try his best to be here because pack time is important, and I am too. What a drastic change from being unsurprised my alphas forgot about me for the millionth time, huh?

Hauling Dez close so we’re all pressed together, I lean into their strong bodies. The exhaustion is unreal. “Since we have time, maybe I will have a little nap. Couch?”

“Of course.” He strips off my jacket, hanging it before carrying me to the living room. They have one of those sectionals with the extra ottomans that turn it into one giant square and we pile into the center, snuggling up with happy sighs.

Dez’s voice is low and soft, rumbling my cheek where it leans against his chest. “How did it go today, little muse?”

“So good. A model got sick, so I ended up taking her place. Hence the photos.”

Nate cuddles into my back, body curved around mine so we’re touching absolutely everywhere. “You looked amazing.”

Humming my agreement, I wriggle farther into their hold. “Modeling is way harder than I thought, but the photos are worth it.”

Dez kisses my forehead. “Can we see them, or do we have to wait?”

“You can get a sneak peek.” I grin tiredly. “Call it pack privilege.”

I don’t have to look at him to know he’s beaming at me. “Like the sound of that.”

“Me too. Show us.” Nate nearly crawls over my body when I pull out my phone. The first photo is me surrounded by all the models, everyone laughing and smiling. “Look at you, kitten. You’re beautiful.”

“Radiant,” Dez agrees. When River showed me it at the hotel, I nearly lost it. I can’t wait to hang it in the store.

Flipping through a few more shots that Lacey took, I’m even not paying much attention until Dez stops me.

“Go back,” he rasps, heartbeat picking up beneath my cheek. Swiping left, I hold the phone up so he can see it better.

My mouth’s open slightly, trying to catch water dripping from above and failing. Rivulets cascade over my chest and between my breasts, soaking the fabric. Back arched and legs slightly open, it’s the sexiest picture we took by far.

“Holy fuck,” Nate groans, cock hardening against my ass in record time.

“This is breathtaking.” Dez zooms in on my face, my breasts, my thighs. The longer they look, the more their scents rise. Hot, sticky nights and warm, sunny days blend together, their arousal coating my skin until I’m wet and squirming.

When I can’t take it anymore, I throw a leg over Dez’s thigh and groan at the pressure against my clit.

“You like us looking at you, little muse?” he asks, staring down at where I’m nearly dry humping him.

“I’d like it better if you touched me.”

The alphas share a glance and roll me until I’m lying on top of his chest. It’s a little awkward, very turtle on its back, but I forget all about that when Nate slips between my legs, stroking himself through his joggers. “What’re you wearing under those clothes, kitten?”

“Take them off and find out,” I taunt.

Dez laughs, hot breath dancing over my skin. His hand slides under my shirt, pulling the fabric until it’s bunched below my neck. The floral bra looks obscene with his big hand covering one cup, kneading and caressing until I can’t breathe. “Is this the only part you wore home?”

“No.”

Nate hums, sliding down the couch until he plants his face between my thighs. My legs spread as wide as they can with a skirt trapping them together, but my alpha doesn’t mind. He just shoves his head under it and breathes over the confined skin. “Like this lace, baby. Can I take it off?”

“Please.”

I expect him to use his hands, but Nate carefully grabs the edge with his teeth and pulls. When I jerk, Dez holds me in place, continuing to tease me. At one point, they work together to lift me up enough to finish stripping, then set me down and get right back to it.

Nate may be the least experienced of us, but he’s had the most time with my body and he knows exactly what to do to get me off.

He plays with my pussy, sucks my clit, slides his fingers inside me without ever looking to see how I react.

He earns my orgasm, stealing it with slow, careful movements until I’m bucking against him and calling his name. Then he does it again.

The whole time, Dez whispers praise in my ear.

You’re so perfect for us.

Gorgeous, sexy, incredible omega.

We’ve been waiting all day to have you like this. Are you gonna give us what we want?

My slick is everywhere when they flip me over again, sliding me onto Dez’s cock with ease. It feels so good to ride him that I nearly snap when he stops me. “No!”

Dez smacks my ass. “Wait for your alphas.”

“Yeah, Daphne. Don’t you want us to fuck you together like we did during your heat?” Nate’s thick cock presses against my pussy, where Dez is already filling me so good and my head bobs all on its own.

Yep. Yes. That sounds amazing.

“Knots?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Nate laughs. “Pretty sure this is enough stretch for now. Maybe later.”

There’s no time for pouting when Dez pulls all the way out so Nate can gather my slick and rub it everywhere. On himself, on me, around my entrance before he and Dez slip their tips inside me at the same time.

They go slowly, letting my body accommodate to both cocks as they work themselves inside inch by brutal inch. By the time they’re halfway through, I’m shaking so hard I can barely hold myself up.

“Doing great, little muse.” Dez grunts when my body squeezes against him. “We’re almost there.”

When they finally seat themselves as far in as they can, the stretch is unreal.

We’ve been working on this every night, with one of them adding fingers while the other thrusts, but this is so much more than I expected.

No pain but unbelievable, indescribable pressure.

Nate and Dez hold me, full and aching and so fucking ready to break.

For one long moment, we’re as connected as three people can be.

Then we’re moving, writhing together as they take turns thrusting inside me, keeping me on edge one second and throwing me over the cliff the next.

The first orgasm makes me sag onto Dez’s chest, enjoying the contrast of his soft kisses and the way he uses his legs to fuck me from below.

“You’re doing amazing,” Nate pants, hands so tight around my hips, I know I’ll have bruises. I want him to squeeze harder, to give me more of those little signs of affection. Proof that I’m theirs lingering for days.

The thought of biting them flashes through me, so fucking tempting I almost give in. Dez’s skin is warm under my cheek, so close that it would take nothing to steal him for myself. Just a little scar and these big alphas would be mine forever.

“No biting,” Dez says, fisting my hair when I dig my teeth into him a little too hard. “Not until you ask for it.”

We’re not there yet, I tell myself. There’s no way to undo it once it’s done and my poor little omega heart would shatter into a million pieces if they regretted our bond. But with their cocks inside me and their scents filling my brain, I don’t want to wait.

Even when I swear not to bite, Dez keeps his hand in my hair.

He and Nate redouble their efforts to turn me to mush with whispered praises and the sweetest promises.

Reminders of my heat and every vow they wrote across my body and in the fabric of the sheets still hiding in their garage.

Teeth on skin, echoes of potential marks that set my body on edge.

Orgasm after orgasm, I work them just as hard, determined to take them with me. Dez pants, brow furrowed as he tries to keep the pace. “Fuck, I’m going to come if you keep squeezing me like that.”

Nate leans over my back, speaking against my neck. “She wants us to knot her, don’t you, baby? Want your alphas filling you. Breeding you. Tying you to us for life. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I cry, desperate for it. For the image I’ve dreamed of, tucked away in my heart where no one can take it from me.

“Our omega wants her alphas to fill her up until she can’t breathe without dripping cum down her thighs.”

“Jesus, Nate.”

He ignores Dez, completely focusing on setting me on fire. “Should we get a plug for your greedy pussy, kitten? Maybe we can make one ourselves, force you to walk around with our knots inside you all day long. Keep that cum trapped until you’re carrying our babies.”

Oh, fuck. My body convulses, hands searching for my alphas, for something to hold on to as he force feeds me my fantasy. A pack of alphas desperate to keep me, to breed me, to love me.

Dez groans, hand tightening in my hair as he comes. He pulls out, settling back into the couch with a wary look. “You okay, little muse?”

We don’t do breeding talk when we fuck, so I’m sure he’s worried Nate’s going to run me out of town. If only he knew. “I’m so good.”