Page 51 of Knot As It Seems

Well, to be fair, she could be flourishing because of the three dicks currently penetrating her, but who’s actually tracking that?

“I swear to the gods if you don’t finish the job in the next ten seconds, Monet, I’m going to explode and it will be completely your fault,” Moon bites out.

“You ready to take all of me, Omega? You still want my knot?”

She nods emphatically around a mouthful of Jos, eyes locked on me as I slam home in one, final thrust. Moon’s dick feels like rebar against mine, and it’s such an odd sensation to be rubbing up together like this, but it kind of feels incredible. He grabs my hand from where it’s holding onto Fable’s thigh, fingers lacing with mine as I basically fuck both of them.

I wonder if he ever thinks about the early days of us forming a pack, when we were fresh and young and unafraid to experiment. When we knew being pack meant enjoying each other’s bodies when the need rose, way before any women came in and tried to carve pieces of us out?

I lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, then Fable’s, getting lost in the slip of all of us together. It takes a lot of effort, at first, to make any sort of rhythm, but it’s not long before she’s stretched enough to take us both incredibly well.

That’s when I hit my stride, balls slapping into Moon’s knot as I slam into her root to tip, testing the limits of the bed they’ve got bolted to the floor and wall. My knotis incessant, wanting into the tight hold of Fable, and it honestly feels like it will be impossible to do that with Moon inside of her. One look from my darling omega though, telling me I better fucking not remove him or hold back, and she’s screaming as I’m slowly, almost painfully, wedging my knot into her.

Now I’m the one sweating, one at risk for exploding. Or more aptly,imploding.

With Moon’s fingers in mine I get my knot fully inside, locking us into place. Moon detonates, the hot pulse of him coating me as it fills our girl, making my dick react similarly. I can’t hold back, can’t stop my hips from stuttering into her, even though each tug of her body is so good it’s painful.

We’re testing her body’s elasticity, but Fable looks more relaxed than she has in weeks, an enormous smile on her face as she just sits there and takes it. Before I collapse, I get the guys to help us turn so we’re all on our sides, Fable passed out before Moon’s even able to get his bicep under her head.

So we lie there like that, the sound of the rest of my pack jacking off, the sterile walls of our room and a thin hospital blanket draped over us, the deepest pleasure I’ve ever felt connecting me to Moon, and our omega, and by proxy the rest of my pack.

Moon starts licking at her infected bond marks, trying to clean them, and it’s clear they’re already starting to heal. She’s allowing herself to accept them, allowing herself, even if its subconsciously, to latch onto the alphas that finally showed up for her, that are going to spend the rest of our lives making up for what she’s been through.

I vaguely hear someone checking in with the nurses and arranging for discharge papers so we can get Fable home, a few of them heading out immediately so they can get her nest set up.

No one mentions the tears in my eyes at the thoughtfulness they take upon themselves, because ‘pack’ means something now. We’re not just trying to make it work with an omega we didn’t know about, we’re actively building a life together, from this point forward. No one is holding anything back or acting like they’re too important to completely humble themselves for the scrap of a woman swallowing two alpha dicks without blinking, because she’s the center of our lives now and it feels really damn good.

Twenty-Three

I catch sight of myself in the mirror; tattooed face, semi-shaved head, torso covered in script, piercings all over…then look over to a nest I never thought I’d be carefully arranging. Even assuming my omega will be okay with me and Anderson doing this for her is a big display of trust, because it’s very possible she’ll walk in and scream at us that we ruined it and want us nowhere near it.

Just the thought of her huddled on that hospital bed the way she was when we got there though, the way she looked so small and lost, and I know we made the right call in wanting to get this set up for her. I’m sure she’ll want to re-arrange some things, but at least now when they get her here, she won’t have to unpack anything or start from nothing. She’ll be able to sink under the blankets and turn out the harsh, big light of the room and just tune the world out.

Anderson returns from his house hunt with an arm full of used t-shirts, making sure to scatter them equally so everyone’s scents are evenly distributed through the nest.I lay in the nest bare-chested so I can roll around in it as well, then Anderson joins me, neither one of us talking about how awkward it is to be doing this with no one else here.

When my corner smells like soft, fresh laundry air dried by the sea, and I can smell Anderson’s cedar heavy lavender from across the nest, we wordlessly carry out all the packaging from Fable’s new things and dispose of it, hurrying around to bring drinks and snacks up to the nest before she gets here.

I’m loading the last few water bottles in when I hear the telltale sound of doors closing, and Anderson and I freeze and stare at each other, then race to the front door. We end up getting stuck in the front door, but I make myself step back and give it to him. Going to trust that our omega will see to all of us as she’s ready.

Fable looks good as she’s walking up the drive, refusing to be carried by the looks of it, offering soft smiles to Moon as she walks with her arm through his. He’s different. The trauma of watching her get taken and understanding how wrong in his assessment he was reset something in his brain, and all his cocky demeanor is gone, replaced by the absolute devotion that Fable’s been needing.

Anderson is like a dog, bouncing on the balls of his feet and running ahead a few feet, turning around, running back to check on her and then repeating, and I can’t leave my post in the door because my pack is functioning so well and I can’t stop watching it happen.

I’ve never seen them like this. Everyone is involved in a conversation and speaking in contented tones, everyone completely in tune with our mate. They’re all checkingon her every few steps, orienting themselves around her as they walk up the steps, silently coordinating to carry her things and get her inside, and when I shut the door behind us all, I breathe out a deep, long overdue breath. We’re going to make it.

“What are you still doing down here? They said you did most of the work in the nest. Are you…going to show me it?”

I hadn’t even noticed how long I’d still been standing here with everyone else upstairs; but one look from my omega and I’m picking her up, wrapping my arms round her hips and burying my face into her neck. “I’m so glad you’re okay. When Moon messaged us, I…Fable, I’ve never been so scared in my life. We’re going to make this right.”

She presses a kiss to her mating bite and wraps her legs around my hips, giving herself over to me fully as I carry us upstairs. “It was scary. I was furious for the first few hours, thinking that you guys somehow knew about the arrangement with that pack, that you wanted me gone. I’m sorry I shredded up the bond, I was reacting more than I was thinking. I couldn’t process anything beyond feeling safe again.”

I shake my head, holding her fast to me. “Please, I don’t want any apologies from you about the route you took to protect yourself. There’s nothing you could possibly do to make us mad at you. If you doubted us, then we weren’t doing a good enough job of being your alphas. We thought we were, thought the courting we were doing was good enough, but it wasn’t. You just need us, don’t you? I get that now. You needed more time with us, more connection.”

“You guys do seem different, more intense,” she says quietly, laying her head on my shoulder. “You don’t think I need to make Moon grovel more, do you?”

“I think that if your heart says he’s yours and you know that he was fuck-ing torn up after what happened, and you believe his reactions are genuine and he’s ready to do right by you, then you get to make whatever call you want to.”

“I’ve just had enough of fighting things. It makes me sick to think Winslow was going to give me to that other pack, and I can’t stop imagining what that would have been like. I would have been trapped forever probably, because I’m sure it was only a matter of time before they gained access to my house. Yet another future where none of you would have ever known I existed. Kind of makes it hard to hold a grudge. I just want to feel like a normal vampire and not waste any more time focused on why things aren’t going to work out for me.”