Page 113 of Knot So Damaged


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I groan, turning my head to watch Vic shed his clothes and step into the nest. His body ripples as he bends down, collecting my lips in his, allowing Cal to trail down my torso. His touch sends goosebumps over my flesh. I writhe between the twin Alphas, my need escalating the more they tease and manipulate my pleasure.

I squeal against Vic's lips pulling back from him to look down at Cal who ripped my clothes from my body.

“So fucking perfect,” Cal murmers, bending back down. He dips his tongue out, ever so slowly licking his way up the inside of my thigh and to my core. I groan, my body moving on its own accord as I beg for more.

“Please, Cal, please.”

He moves quicker than I can blink. Flipping me over so I am my hands and knees, I arch my back, moaning as he gives into my begging.He licks his way directly up my slit, groaning into me before going back for more.

His tongue penetrates me, the noises coming from him heightening my pleasure.

Vic comes to kneel before me, his hand trailing over my cheek. I lean into his touch, soaking up the feel of him as I give in to the first orgasm that tears through me.

“Good Omega,” Vic growls, lifting my chin. He presents his cock to me, the length swollen and red, desperate for my touch.

I give into him, sucking him into my mouth at the same time Cal slams himself inside of me.

WIth each trust of Cal’s hips, I relax my throat, taking in as much of my Alpha as I can handle. Spit drips down my chin as I choke and moan on his length. It’s messy but so fucking good.

Vic’s hand combs through my hair before he grips the strands. I moan around his length, the sound spurring him on to begin fucking my mouth.

I give myself over to my two Alphas. My body becomes theres to do with as they wish as ecstasy courses through my veins.

Another orgasm peaks and I come with a shout. I feel Cal follow quickly behind me. His knot breaches my entrance before swelling to completion. Reaching an arm around my stomach, Cal lifts me up right. I lean back on his hard chest as I fight to catch my breath.

Vic closes in on my front, completely sandwiching me in between them both.

“Ours,” the Alphas growl at the same time. Another orgasm rips through me as both Cal and Vic bite down on opposite sides of my neck, claiming me as theirs.

My entire world goes black the moment my orgasm subsides but I don’t care.

After years of abuse, my body and soul damaged to the precipice of being beyond repair, I finally feel whole.

Epilogue

Five years later

My fingers trail over the wet petals of my favorite foxglove plant.

A month after my kidnapping, I became lost in the what comes next portion of my life. I had never been given the opportunity to wonder what comes next. My life had been a consistent state of fight or flight.

Being with my pack provides me with a stability where I could explore my options. I knew that one way or another, I wanted to be an asset to the family business. I had mulled over the idea of nursing but quickly decided against that when my stomach rolled over the sight of blood. Kennedy is much stronger than me in that department.

While I am a half decent shot with a gun, weapons weren’t necessarily my calling. It did take me down the track of a different style of weapon: poison.

I began to do research on the different varieties of plants, quickly falling in love with the research and soon thereafter, the plants themselves.

When I first took the idea to Vic, I was nervous that he would just laugh at me. That he would think my idea was childish or naive but when it came to presenting my idea of using a much more subtle style of fighting, he was eager to hear me out.

A few days later, he led me outside and to a greenhouse he had set up for me to begin growing my own poisonous sanctuary.

It became my savior as I processed my pain and my new reality.

Makari struggled a little bit more than I did in finding his place in the family. It took him a long time to accept that he needed therapy for what he went through.

It was hard watching him having to relieve his trauma. It hurt even more watching his anger take hold.

After four years of hard work, he finally is in a place where he isn’t overcome by the memories of his childhood.