Page 45 of Knot Without My Permission
Marie
Ihave to be dreaming.Lore whispers in his voice, smells like himself, and as he pushes his cock into my asshole, feels like polished, warm steel.
“I’m real, I swear it,” he rasps, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Feel me, and let me make you feel good. This heat shouldn’t feel scary, Princess. Let us cherish and adore you.”
“I swear, I’m going to kick your ass,” Ransom grumbles, sitting up to give attention to my taunt nipple.
All they’ve done is do their best to make me happy. Each hour of my heat has gotten worse and worse, my every cell screaming that something isn’t right. I wanted my alphas to be enough, I didn’t want to chase a dead man, and yet here he is.
“You have some explaining to do,” Wilder murmurs.
His face is a mixture of awe and hatred. I can relate to that. I watched Lore’s casket get put into the ground, and dealt with his brother’s pain as he taunted me.
“Would it be better if I kicked the bucket?” Lore asks seriously.
Pain makes me twist as the thought of him being gone makes me gag.
“No, no, Princess. I’m not going anywhere. Take a deep breath for me. I’ll tell you all about what happened after your heat, okay? You deserve a heat without pain or grief. Your alphas are right here,” he reassures me.
He doesn’t make a quip about how I’m collecting alphas, he merely thrusts deeper inside of me until Ransom groans as Lore fucks me up and down his cock.
His thrusts are powerful and his hands capable as he splays his hand over my stomach while the fingers of his other hand rub my clit. It feels as if he’s everywhere, and I mewl as I ride my alphas.
“Ransom’s cock is distending your belly. Is he filling you like a good boy?” Lore asks.
“I’m not your omega,” Ransom growls. “Pretty words don’t mean much to me.”
“Good, because I can be ugly too,” Lore grumbles.
Pushing my chest down until I’m laying over Ransom’s body, Lore begins to fuck me until all I can do is hold on tightly. Their hands bruise my skin and their lips and teeth leave marks without causing a bond. All I can do is feel, until I’m screaming out my orgasm as Ransom knots me.
“That’s my Princess,” Lore whispers. “Let me clean off my cock and I’ll join Ransom in knotting your pretty, pink pussy. I have a feeling you might need to be filled with cum until you’re overflowing with it.”
As Lore pulls out and moves away, Wilder replaces him as he kisses my lips. The guys have been cleaning themselves with wet wipes in between changing positions, very aware of hygiene.
It makes me feel cared for, even when I wish they’d just keep fucking me. The nurse part of my brain has left the building.
“How does it feel, knowing you’ll be our very own cream pie, baby? So full of cum until we breed you with our babies,” Lore says.
My body breaks out in goosebumps, because fuck if I don’t want that. It doesn’t make sense, our lives are crazy, but my cunt still clamps down around Ransom’s cock as if to pull more cum straight from the source.
“Take a breath, Little Omega,” Wilder murmurs. “That’s it. We all just got really big news, but your body has a job to do. Finish your heat, and then I’ll hold the bastard down so you can beat him with a baseball bat.”
“Can I tase him too?” I moan. I doubt Lore has been sitting around with his thumb up his ass. There has to be a reason it took a little over two weeks for him to make himself known.
I just don’t know why yet.
“Anything you want,” he promises.
“Up,” Lore grunts, slapping Wilder’s ass to get him to move.
“You’re not Prez anymore,” he reminds me.
“No turf wars until our omega is happily fucked,” Storm grunts.
“I second that,” Ransom says.
“Fuck off,” Lore grunts. “I don’t know you well enough to involve you in pack issues.”
