Page 12 of Knife Volume 2

He situated below her, told her, “You can come now. As often as you want.”

And then he put his mouth to her pussy and brought her over and over, dozens of screaming orgasms, tongue on and in her pussy, fingers on her clit.

When his cock was throbbing again, he rose over her and thrust into her pussy, pressing her legs wide over her head while her cunt fluttered and clenched around him, her cries raw and broken. Her orgasms were all strung together now, barely any time between, and he wanted it to go on forever.

When he finally came again more than a half-hour later, he buried himself deep and held there, pulsing inside her while her body kept spasming around him, and she was a shaking, sobbing, thoroughly wrecked mess beneath him.

He wasn’t in great shape either, but he managed to get her cleaned up before he pushed a large plug into her ass, wiped himself down, removed her blindfold, and then climbed into bed to hold her. She was already asleep, so he only pulled the sheet up over them and snuggled her into him, her ass spooned back into his now-soft cock, and he fell asleep while hearing the sounds of fucking happening in the rooms. Someone was using a belt. Someone else either a hand or paddle. Somewhere farther away, there were screams without impact noise, so that was probably a cane.

He smiled and let sleep take him.

Chapter 5

Tuesday was awakened by Knife’s cock sinking into her pussy from behind, her ass still plugged. Her mind wanted to protest, but her body was fully on board.

He didn’t take terribly long, and he reached around and fiddled with her clit to get her to orgasm before he came, thankfully.

“Fast shower,” he told her while he pulled the plug from her ass. “We do breakfast here this morning, and you’ll need to head up in the next ten minutes if you want to help, which I’m pretty sure you do.”

She made her way to the shower, put minimal makeup on, and pulled on fresh jeans and a clingy shirt. She put her hair in a ponytail and told him, “A little heads up about what’s happening would be nice.”

He blew out a breath. “Honestly, it works better if the ol’ladies are sympathetic to you. Like I’m the asshole not clueing you in, so they have to.”

She stared at him a few seconds, putting it all together.

“You pick up on more than most men.”

He shrugged. “Not all of them, but a lot, yeah. Brain doesn’t miss anything, but…” He tilted his head a little and grinned. “Probably better that most of my brothers are clueless about just how much the ol’ladies control.”

“Okay, thanks for letting me know your evil plan, at least.”

“I’ll have to walk you up, and then I’ll come back and shower. You’re too new yet to have clearance to walk around on your own back here. Just getting into the front room is kind of a big deal. So once you’re out there, you can’t come down here without a patched member walking you to and from my room.”

That gave her pause, but it made sense, and she decided not to argue about it when she knew other wolves could hear. She didn’t like the idea of not being able to get back to her things in the room, though.

Upstairs, she was hit by the smell of coffee, bacon, and of onions being sliced.

Tuesday stepped into the large kitchen area with a commercial griddle, oven, grill, refrigerator, and freezer. Angelica was turning bacon on the griddle, and Harmony was chopping onions.

“Hello,” Harmony said. “Do you have a specialty?”

“I can make biscuits from scratch.”

“Perfect,” Angelica said, and she motioned to a large workspace area. “All-purpose flour is in the canister. Butter and milk are in the fridge. What else do you need?”

“Flour sifter, grater, baking powder, sugar, salt, sheet pan. I can do it without a measuring cup, but I’d rather have one.”

Harmony told her where everything was, and minutes later, she was grating butter onto her pile of flour.

More women arrived, including someone who smelled of rabbit, and she’d never scented a rabbit shifter before. She immediately liked Gabby, who got to work making gravy with the bacon grease.

“Matty almost always helps with breakfast,” Daisy said. “I hope he isn’t in trouble.”

“He was in a mood last night, so he might be,” Angelica said. “How long did Micca, Will, and Davy stay?”

“Not much longer after you went down,” Gen answered.

Tuesday used a whiskey glass to cut the dough, and by the time the biscuits went into the oven, Gen was breaking eggs into a bowl, Daisy was washing dishes as they got used, and Lexi was using an antique glass juicer to get the juice from a large bag of oranges.