"Knot!" she hisses, like a feral kitten. She's so adorable.
"Baby, if you're a good girl for us, I'll knot you."
Her eyes widen, ping ponging between the two of us. She nods her agreement, the promise of a knot satisfying her. Silas enters her from behind, fucking her until his knot slides into her. I lather her with body wash, cleaning every inch of her gorgeous body, then rewarding her by dropping to my knees and teasing her clit with my tongue until she comes. I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You're such a fucking brat."
"Knot," she sighs happily.
When Silas's knot finally deflates, I wrap her up in a big fluffy towel and carry her back downstairs. We try to get her to eat the sandwich Mason made, but she's having none of it. Spanking doesn't help either; all she wants is our knots.
"If I fuck you and Mason sucks on your little clit, will you eat?" She tilts her head, thinking about my offer and nods. She's already sitting on my lap, so all I have to do is lift her a little to slide right in. When she's knot deep, I stop moving and wrap my arms around her, trapping her.
"Move," she growls, but I shake my head.
"Two bites of the sandwich and I'll start moving, omega."
With a pissed off expression, she takes two small bites from the sandwich Silas holds out for her, and I start slowly thrusting up into her. Mason drops down, spreading her legs wide, and starts teasing her little nub. When she's close to an orgasm, we both stop what we're doing, and she starts cursing.
"Finish half of the sandwich, and we'll keep going," I growl in her ear. She glares at me, but listens like the good girl I know she can be, and we keep pleasing our omega. We start and stop, getting her to eat the entire thing and some fruit before finally giving her what she wants. I fuck her hard and rough until my knot slides inside her tight pussy and she's screaming my name. Her head falls back against my shoulder, completely drained.
"Life's gonna be wild with her," Silas says, chuckling. He's looking down at our omega with so much love in his eyes.
I was barely living life before we ran into Vanessa in Stonybrook. War had hardened me; my injuries had scarred more than just my skin. She saw past my scowl, and as soon as her arms wrapped around me,I was healed. With Vanessa in my life and my brothers by my side, I was ready for what life had to offer.
I smile down at my girl. "Bring it on."
She smiles back up at me. "Knots."
Chapter Seventeen
Vanessa
"Nessie, what's wrong?"
Of course, even over the phone, my mom could tell something was bothering me. "I went into heat, Mom."
"Oh, baby! Did those boys help you through it? Was it good? Did they bite you? If they hurt you, I'll send your fathers after them."
I couldn't help giggling. I loved my dads, but the image of them coming after Mason, Silas and Zayne was almost comedic. "No need to send the cavalry yet, Mom. I'm just so confused." I sit down in my little writing nook, staring out the window. "They helped me through it, and I can't remember much, but what I do remember is amazing. They didn't bite me yet. I guess they wanted to wait to get my permission or something." I don't tell her how disappointed I was when I woke up without claiming marks.
"There is plenty of time for that, Nessie. Are you on birth control? Please tell me you're not."
"Mom…"
"I need grandbabies, Vanessa! I'm not getting any younger."
"Mom! They weren't here when I woke up," I whisper, fighting back tears.
Mom stays quiet for too long. Just as I'm about to say something, she says, "What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck holding back tears. "I woke up alone a couple of hours ago in my room. I thought they might be downstairs, but the house is empty.They even took apart the little nest I built in the lounge. I found some of the things in the trash outside. No note. Nothing. They're just… gone."
"They left you alone right after your heat? Destroyed your nest? I'm going to kill them for being so dumb." Mom was fuming, her anger on my behalf making me feel better. A little bit, at least. "Have you tried calling them?"
"No," I admit, fidgeting with my shirt. Mason's shirt. His smoky campfire scent clings to it. "I'm too scared to call, Mom. They could have called me. Or left a message! But there's nothing from them. What if I call and they ignore me? Or worse… they tell me they want nothing to do with me."
"Call them, Nessie. Your brain is coming up with the worst possible scenarios right now. Call them and call me back after."
She hangs up before I can say anything else. Sighing, I dial Zayne's number, and it goes straight to voicemail. I never got around to asking Mason and Silas for their numbers, so I was shit out of luck.
