Page 83 of Knot Their Princess

“No, no. Thanks anyway. Not a fan.” Although any doctor I remember seeing was one on Mama’s payroll, and the rest of the doctors of the world couldn’t possibly be as bad.

“Anything else?”

I peer at Cade from within Garen’s arms, trace the lines of his face down to his corded neck and swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. “I’m really horny.”

My men all still for a tick, then I’m scooped up into a bridal carry as I squeal, Garen leading the way down the hall to our new joint bedroom. It has a pack-sized bed in it, a couple of plush chairs, and not much else yet.

I’m placed gently on the bed, and then my Alphas just stand there, looking at me.

My brow rises. “What’s happening?”

“We’re waiting for your instructions.”

A thrill runs down my spine at Ilya’s words, and I bite my lower lip.

What is it that I want? This is my first opportunity to really fulfill my fantasies with my Alphas, to let go, give and receive pleasure the way I choose. I can feel inside my chest that they won’t say no to anything I ask. They’re all relinquishing control to me at once.

But there is one thing I want above anything else.

“I want us to mark one another. To officially mate and bond.”

There’s a ripple in the energy of the room.

“I think we’d all love that,” Cade replies, his voice low and almost a whisper.

I look at each of them to confirm, and receive affirmative nods, which I return in kind, but more to myself.

This act is so important, so intimate. I want to experience it with each of them alone, yet also all of us together. It’s confusing, and I don’t know if my desire is wrong.

“I want all of you to undress and come to me,” is what I settle on saying.

There’s no hesitation from any of them, just items of clothing being pulled off their bodies and unceremoniously thrown to the floor.

I’m hypnotized by their toned bodies in motion. Ilya, the bulkiest of the three, with his sparse dark body hair trailing from his chest to his cock. Cade, with his sun-kissed skin and defined, chiseled muscles popping and body fat so low you’d think he was ready for a fitness photo shoot. And Garen, with his lean Y-shaped frame like an Olympic swimmer, skin pale and smooth.

My mouth waters at the sight of them, pushing down their underwear in sync and letting their cocks free.

When they approach, I scramble to pull my clothes off and kneel on the bed by the edge, waving them closer, then dropping to my hands, face at cock level, slick dripping from my core down the insides of my thighs.

“I want you all to fuck my mouth.” There’s a whine in my tone. “Do it together. Let me feel all of you.”

My alphas groan as their hands fall to my hair, gripping it at the roots. Ilya in the center, Cade to my right, Garen the left. I lean in to pop Ilya into my mouth and suck him, hard, leaving saliva in my wake, then do the same to Cade and Garen, one at a time. It takes only a couple of minutes before they lineup just right for all three of their cockheads to settle at my lips, and I whine when I open my mouth as far as I can, only able to take the tips inside of me together.

Frustration builds inside my chest.

“Just lick us, Sin,” Cade hisses. “We appreciate your effort, but…”

“Your mouth is too small for all three of us at once. But not for two.” When he finishes speaking, Ilya steps back and disappears from view.

Cade and Garen gather closer, closing the gap between them and begin to push inside my welcoming mouth as one, drawing a groan and slick from my body. Their thick heads pop past my open lips, slide into my mouth, then pull out again, and my nerve endings go alight.

There’s movement on the mattress behind me, and Ilya is there at my ass, his hands massaging my cheeks and spreading them, his thumbs dipping into my weeping pussy and stretching my opening wide, making me gasp on the cocks in my mouth, my eyes rolling with pleasure.

“I’m going to take you first, little one, and then you will take your other mates.” He continues to probe my pussy, and I clench around him, moaning into Cade and Garen. “And after we’ve all tasted each others’ flesh, your Alphas are all going to take you as one.”

A new whine tears from my throat, louder and higher. It’s like Ilya can read my mind. Like he knows exactly what I wanted, and will give me anything I desire.

And maybe that’s all true. Maybe he knows exactly what thoughts float through my mind.