“I love you,” I murmur. He opens his mouth to reply, but I lean forward, my eyes nearly crossing as I grind on his fake knot. It’s harder than a natural one, and large enough to allow me stimulation for my swollen clit. “Mmm. I like this. Fuck your knot into me and bite me, baby.”
“Silva…” Hmmm. I think I shocked Syrus. That’s fun. I don’t often get to do that.
“Please,” I beg. “I need it.”
“She does. I can feel it,” Izzy says sleepily, opening an eye. “Give her what she wants. Be nice, Syrus.”
“I’m always nice,” he complains, sitting up. “You seem clearheaded enough. Bite me back. I don’t do things by fucking halves, Spitfire.”
Holding me tightly, he moves so he can easily thrust and piston his hips to continue to give me what I need. I enjoy every movement and the delicious friction as he moves across my nerve endings, lighting them up.
“Sy,” I moan, looking for more as I kiss him.
The artificial knot is adjustable, and he can blow it up so that it’s larger. It’s kind of fun, because it means there’s a choice in how long we stay locked together. I did my research on the thing, but in the chaos of my heat, I forgot it existed.
Syrus pulls me down hard on the knot, and I can feel slick drenching it as I gasp. I can hear my pussy audibly pulling it in, and my walls clench excitedly around it.
“Bite, bite, Syrus,” I cry out.
His hands squeeze to the point of pain on my hips, and then he’s leaning me back slightly to suck on my breasts.
“You got it, baby,” he growls, his teeth sinking in the underside of my breast.
The oxygen in my lungs disappears as I silently scream, clenching hard around his cock. I’m not sure when the man had the multitasking skills, but the knot pushing inside of me begins to expand as I sob in need.
Izzy crawls over to me as my nerve endings thrum on the edge of pleasure and pain. I can feel the connection between Syrus and I slowly building between us, and I moan as his pleasure of my acceptance of him flows within him.
Honestly, it’s been more getting over my fear of being controlled than anything. Syrus doesn’t do that. He’ll discuss, cajole, and then hunt my ass down when I run.
“Such a pretty girl,” Izzy croons, kissing my shoulder before he moves behind me. “Ooh. Lookie here. An empty hole just for meeee.”
Kyren and Harlan watch on, chuckling as they watch a very loopy and chaotic omega slide his cock into my very needy and abused asshole.
We’ve had three days of fucking, and at some point the heat bubble will burst. Until then, let there be lots of cream pies deposited, well, everywhere.
Moaning, I get lost in the sensation as I kiss Izzy over my shoulder. My hair is a tangled mess that Kyren already promised to brush out for me later, and I’ve decided I need to check out of the world more often.
“Share,” Syrus grunts, his fingers sinking into my hair to steal me away from Izzy.
“Rude,” Izzy mutters, his teeth dragging across my skin.
“Izzy,” Harlan warns.
“I need to leave my mark,” he whines. “Baby, can I bite you?”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. Can I handle another? I have hickies all over my skin from him, but he’s been a good boy and hasn’t bit me again. “Yes.”
“Mmm. You owe me one too, Spitfire.”
“Kinky,” Kyren murmurs, making me huff out a laugh.
“Fuck, you squeeze down hard when you laugh,” Izzy groans. “Be a good girl and come for us,mi amor.”
Being called a “good girl” used to be something I hated. It was another way to be controlled. I don’t feel like this with the men in this pack. Dare I call them my pack?
Maybe just in my head for now.
“I need more,” I whine, giggling when he finds the newest clit stimulator that we’re working with. It sucks like a fucking dream.
