Page 118 of Knot Without My Permission
“Yes, Princess,” he says.
“Just checking,” she says, making my asshole clench around Lore as I release a bark of laughter.
“Fuck,” Lore groans.
“Oops,” I whisper.
“Mmhmm. Just as much of a brat as ever. I’m knotting and biting you.”
“That’s not a punishment. Gimme.”
Lore squirts some lube over his knot and any part of his shaft that’s not currently inside of me. My eyesight shorts out as the friction almost evaporates in comparison to not being lubricated as he thrusts his hips forward.
“You asked for it,” Lore growls, biting down on my neck as he pushes his knot into my ass.
“Jesus wept,” I gasp.
“Jesus can’t help you,” Storm grins, well acquainted with Lore’s bullshit as he tosses off the blanket to fist my cock. “Take that fat knot like a good boy.”
“Damn,” Ransom whispers. “Sugar, I have to say I love how our pack does naps.”
“It’s never boring, that’s for sure,” Marie says.
Lore lifts his head and I shudder, taking his arm as he lifts it to my mouth. “Tag, you’re it, Wilder.”
Without hesitation, I sink my teeth into his arm. I’ve wanted to bond with Lore for a long fucking time. He’s always kept his distance due to how much is on his shoulders. Now that I’m acting president, I see a lot of the shit he has to deal with.
I’ve always been in awe of him, but it’s okay for Lore to be human too.
Our bond snaps into place, and my body feels overloaded with his emotions. They’re so loud, I’d swear they have their own voice. Storm’s warm mouth surrounds my cock as he sucks on it before swallowing me down. It only takes a bob or two of his head before I’m coming, and the heady vibration of his chuckling helps bring me back to myself.
Fuck, it’s hard to drift when there’s so much happening.
“There you are,” Lore growls, his hand gripping my throat to kiss me.
I can hear Marie moaning, and her cunt makes sucking noises as Ransom fingers her. We’re all kind of wired from the energy in the air, and she whimpers as she finds her release from Ransom finding the exact rhythm she needs.
“Maybe now we can all nap,” Lore murmurs, releasing my throat to pull the string to close the drapes around the bed.
“Daddy is telling us to sleep,” Storm mumbles, licking his lips as he returns to use Marie as his pillow.
“Hmm,” she says. I can tell she’s already falling asleep from the way she says that, which means the orgasm was a good one.
Lore keeps the blanket draped over us to tangle in our legs as my eyes grow heavy. He leaves the door wide open to the bond, and his love for our pack lulls me to sleep.
*****
“What’s your vision of a perfect day?” I ask Marie.
We’re laying in the hammock I set up in the backyard with Storm. We presented our present as a pack to Marie, and she couldn’t stop smiling. I suppose that the group sex that happened to christen the bed swing soon after showed exactly how much she loved it, and now we’re enjoying the night air with the help of the heaters around us.
“Today,” she admits happily. “I love just being your omega. You all make me feel wanted and adored, and I’ve never had that before. More than that, I’m an equal in your lives.”
Lore is somewhere in the backyard. He has to be for Marie to be so calm, which means he can probably hear this conversation too. My gut is proved right when I feel his presence through the bond, a deep happiness because we never thought we’d get here with her.
Day by day, it’s happened because we’ve insisted on being together with her. Even when we’re on each other’s nerves.
“Anything less won’t work,” I say. “You’re willing to push back for what’s right, and if you can’t tell us, one of us will notice and fix it. Storm is still mad at himself for alpha barking you.”
