Page 78 of Packing for Vacation

“Sex can be romantic,” I say. “And maybe the sex would be in the room with us if you two would stop arguing and start touching me instead.”

That changes the mood, and for the next hour there’s less talking and much more romantic fucking.

“I love you,” Matiu whispers at one point while I’m stretched on top of him, his dick inside me and his lips against my ear. “So fucking much.”

My breath hitches, the head of Scott’s cock pressing in slowly beside Matiu’s, stretching my pussy even more. “I love you too,” I say, my voice high and reedy, as Scott slides home. “And I love you, Scott.”

Scott’s answer is to tilt my chin in his direction and give me a searing kiss, growling into my mouth. “I love you so fucking much, you beautiful, glorious woman. Just look at you. So fucking perfect.”

“Perfect enough to take two knots at once?” I suggest. We’ve done plenty, but never that before.

“Fuck,” Matiu grunts. “You think you can, babe?”

“I… think… so,” I reply, my speech impeded by Scott’s hard thrusts. “Just thinking about it… makes me… ah⁠—”

“Fuck, that’s right,” Scott growls, both men fucking me through the waves of pleasure that hit me out of nowhere. I feel so full, but my omega craves more.

“Where do you want that second knot?”

I smile, my lips pressed to Matiu’s neck, at Scott’s question. “Go on, stick it in my ass.”

He laughs and kisses down my spine, his cock sliding free, slick dripping everywhere. “It’s lubed up enough, that’s for sure.” With slicked-up fingers he switches his focus to my back entrance. He pushes a second finger inside, and then a third.

“You’re made to fit us,” Matiu whispers in my ear, a sweet affirmation for all the deliciously filthy fucking, while he grinds his knot against my clit. I whimper at the overwhelming sensations, my cunt fluttering around Matiu’s cock in another weak orgasm.

Scott works me with his fingers until I’m begging for more then repositions his slick-wet cock at my back entrance, teasing me there with the head for a moment before pushing in slowly. I’m so fucking full that all it takes is a few deep thrusts from Matiu, his knot hitting my clit in just the right way for me to shake apart around them again. The air is filled with alpha growls and breathless curses spoken like prayers. They kiss me in turn, again and again, fingers gently around my throat without any true pressure, a tongue deep in my mouth, exactly the kind of possessiveness I love.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan loudly when Scott pinches my nipple hard, having grabbed a fistful of my breast. “Fuck me!”

“You need more?” Another thrust in my cunt followed by one in my ass, hands gripping my hips hard.

“You need our knots?”

I nod, unable to form words, lost to the sensation of being fucked so thoroughly.

“You need our cum?”

I let out my own growl, my nails digging into their flesh. “Knot me,” I demand. “Knot me now.”

“You can take both, can’t you babe? Both our fucking knots.”

Another nod.

“Of course she can, she’s good like that.”

Matiu knots me first with a final thrust, his lips against my forehead. Scott follows a moment later, the pressure and fullness so great that I come immediately and loudly.

I’ve never been so full in my life.

“That’s it babe.”

“You did so good, sweet.”

I’m lightheaded in the best way, my ears ringing I close my eyes, collapsed and sandwiched between them, basking in their affirmations and the knowledge that I’m tied to both of my alphas, my omega exactly where she wants to be.

It may be the middle of summer, but it’s still a little chilly at this time of night. Matiu, Scott, and I all huddle under a blanket we stole from the hotel room, the pebble beach beneath us once again. We’ve been out here for an hour, sipping hot chocolates and waiting for the New Year. There’s only a few minutes to go now.

“When I decided to come to Aotearoa,” I whisper, “I told myself that I’d celebrate the New Year in a different country, it wouldn’t matter that I’d be alone, it’d be enough of an adventure. But look at me now.”