Page 15 of Knot My Fault
“Do it,” he says, breathless. “I want to feel it.”
Bishop’s hand tightens on my neck. “Easy, babe. Let him decide how much he can take.”
Jude keeps moving, working himself down onto my swelling knot with short, determined rolls of his hips. Every time he sinks down it catches, stretching him wider, and every time he makes a low, desperate sound that goes straight through me. Slick slips between us, making each thrust easier, coating my thighs andmy balls. I can feel him trembling around me, his body fighting to take my knot even as he keeps pushing for more.
When it finally pops inside, locking us together, Jude makes a broken, overwhelmed sound and goes still. His hands fist against my chest, his thighs shaking on either side of my hips. I can feel every pulse of my knot inside him, the way it swells and locks, the way it presses against every sensitive spot inside him.
“Oh my god,” Jude breathes. His voice is shaking. “It’s—fuck, it’s so much—”
I can’t speak. The feeling of being locked inside him, of my knot finally getting what it’s been reaching for, is almost too much. My hips twitch upward without my permission and Jude gasps, his whole body clenching around me.
Bishop’s voice cuts through the haze. “Breathe, Hollis. You’re okay. He’s got you.”
Jude’s hand finds mine where it’s gripping the sheet. He laces our fingers together and squeezes hard, grounding both of us before leaning down to take Bishop’s cock into his mouth again. Then he starts to move again with small, shallow rolls of his hips that tug at the knot and send sparks up my spine. Every movement makes my knot press deeper inside him, and every time it does, he makes a soft, wrecked sound around Bishop’s cock.
He doesn’t last long after that.
Jude comes with a muffled cry around Bishop’s cock, his whole body going tight as he spills across my stomach in hot pulses. The feeling of him clenching and fluttering around my knot drags me over the edge with him. I come hard, locked deep inside him, the knot pulsing as I fill him. My vision whites out at the edges and all I can do is hold on, the low, constant vibration of my purr rolling through all three of us.
Jude stays on top of me even after he stops shaking, breathing hard, his forehead pressed to my chest. He’s covered in ourscent, Bishop’s release glazed across his lips, my Beta’s hand gently stroking through his hair. My knot is still swollen inside him, keeping us locked together, and every small shift of his body sends aftershocks through both of us.
For a long moment, none of us move.
Jude’s breathing slowly evens out against my skin. When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are glassy and his mouth is red and wet. He looks between Bishop and me like he’s not quite sure what just happened, but he doesn’t look like he regrets it.
Bishop leans down and kisses the corner of his mouth. “You okay?” he asks quietly.
Jude nods. His voice is hoarse when he answers. “Yeah. Just… full.”
I make a low sound at that, half laugh, half groan, and Jude’s mouth twitches. He shifts his hips experimentally and both of us hiss at the tug of the knot still locking us together.
“Stay still,” I manage. “It’ll go down in a minute.”
Jude settles back down against my chest without argument, like the idea of staying right where he is doesn’t bother him at all. It’s not long enough when he shifts forward, my knot slipping free from him, a rush of cum and slick pooling against my skin.
His fingers uncurl from my chest, and the warmth of him disappears as he pushes himself upright. He doesn’t look at either of us while he finds his hoodie and drags it close, shoulders tightening with every inch of space he puts between his body and mine.
I sit up on instinct, already reaching for the Omega, but Bishop’s hand presses flat to my stomach.
“Don’t chase him,” Bishop says softly. “Let him decide whether he stays.”
The words hit exactly where they need to. I stop, hand curling into the sheet instead, while Jude swings his legs over the edge of the bed and sits with his back to us. His walls are rebuildingthe distance in real time, and I hate how practiced he looks doing it.
“Jude,” I say.
His shoulders twitch, but he doesn’t turn.
Bishop shifts beside me, slowly moving to sit beside Jude. “Hey, talk to me, sweetheart.” I brace myself for the pet name, not having heard Bishop call anyone that other than me. “Jude? Did we go too fast?”
Jude twists around, frowning. “Isn’t that... we did what we said... we had sex. Isn’t that it?”
I hate that. I crawl forward, Bishop sending me a warning glance that I ignore. My fingers gently curl around the back of Jude’s neck, the Omega all but melting into my touch. I don’t know much about Omegas but I know that after being knotted, they crave the warmth that comes later. Biologically, anyway.
A small moan slips from him as I tug him toward me, growling at Bishop when he tries to stop me. “No, I’m going to hold Jude. I’m going to do it. I’ve been waiting all night.” My growl turns into a purr as I wrap my arms around Jude, his gaze moving up to mine.
“What are you doing?”
“I like cuddling. A lot. Bishop can tell you and I’ve wanted to do it all night so I’m doing it.” I take a breath and then keep going. “I really liked knotting you too. Bishop is the one that fucks me. I don’t... that’s... I like it that way but you...” I lean in a little. “I want to do it again.”
