Page 117 of Knot Without My Permission
“Don’t be a brat,” he says, moving back to give me a spot to lay in. “Your ass will give me a nice, warm place to stick my cock.”
“Why can you get your dick wet if I can’t,” I grumble, getting comfortable.
Lore pinches my ass, making me yowl, before yanking my boxers off and kicking them away.
“He used me to warm his cock yesterday,” Ransom grumbles. “I swear, he’s the needy one.”
“It’s cute,” Marie says, her fingers now playing in Storm’s hair. “He needs equal opportunity holes, and you all have worked me out. I’ll happily share.”
Ransom buries his nose into her throat, sighing as he breathes her in.
“I still need a bite on my knot,” he murmurs.
“Every time we get close, we’re interrupted,” she giggles.
The last time she was sucking Ransom off was a few days ago, Cian swung by to talk to us. It was a mess. Ransom almostknotted her mouth, Lore had to hide, and Marie had to run upstairs with her flaming red face.
It’s never boring here, that’s for damn sure.
“Fucking Cian,” Ransom grunts, making us all laugh. “Ugh, okay, it’s kind of funny.”
My breath hitches as Lore rubs his crown through my buttcheeks, his boxers also discarded without anyone noticing. A blanket is covering our bodies, semi camouflaging his activities.
No one gives a shit if he pushes his thick cock into my ass either.
My eyes slit closed as his hand squeezes my hip, insisting that my hole stretch for him without any lubricant. Breathing through my nose, I struggle to stay silent as he presses his chest against my back, using his weight to gain entrance.
“Are you seriously not using any lube?” Ransom groans. “Please don’t give my dick phantom chafing.”
Oops. I forgot that Ransom has an inside track to Lore. Marie’s lips just twitch slightly, showing that she’s enjoying the show either way.
“Wilder enjoys pain,” Storm murmurs. “Don’t you, brat?”
“That’s…the pot calling the kettle…fuck me,” I groan, losing my train of thought.
“I am,” Lore says, his tongue dragging up my throat. “I think it’s time we bond, don’t you? I keep waiting for a good time, but I’m learning it doesn’t exist.”
Marie glances at him as he says that, and I see a spark of recognition in her sea green eyes. I wonder what she’s thinking about, but Lore commands the rest of my attention as he forces me to take his cock down to the root. His knot teases my hole, and I whimper, wondering if he’s really going to fuck me with it.
Ransom mutters under his breath, twisting in bed to pull out a secret drawer full of toys and lubricants.
“What nest is complete without a sex drawer?” Marie asks, rolling her eyes in amusement.
“Certainly not yours,” Storm says. “Wilder, you haven’t taken a knot in months. It’s not going to work without a little help.”
“I guess I have to start knot training my brats,” Lore murmurs. “Not Marie, though. She’s perfect.”
Our omega preens, making me grin. He’s not wrong. She is fucking perfect.
Ransom drops the small lubricant bottle into Lore’s outstretched palm, and I hiss as he leans back, pulling his cock partially out of me with him.
“Lore,” I groan.
“Patience, baby,” he murmurs. “Be a good boy for me, and I’ll fill you so fucking good.”
My eyes roll back as I whimper, and Marie moans, perfuming.
“Lore, you know you’re ruining my panties, right?”
