“I’m not going anywhere.”
I thrust with my knot to drive my point home, and Laurel’s mouth parted, the sweetest moan falling from his lips. Closing his eyes, he smiled, looking completely blissed out. So I kept at it, thrusting slowly with my knot, and Laurel’s beautiful, sated smile felt almost like forgiveness.
Monty kissed Laurel’s forehead, then gave me a peck.
“I think I need help,” he said, looking sheepish. His expression was tight as if he were in pain.
I knelt up, bringing Laurel with me. He was light as a feather. He moaned and shivered as I repositioned us. I sat against the headboard with him in my lap, my knot safe inside his warmth.
Monty rose to his knees, and then I saw it.
His dick was so swollen it must have hurt. His knot was fully formed—the large bulge at the base of his cock was almost the size of a grown man’s fist, the veins ready to burst. His foreskin was drawn back, the exposed cockhead nearly purple. Thick cum oozed from his slit like pearls on a string.
“Oh God, Monty…”
He grimaced. His thighs were quivering.
I knew what I had to do. Holding Laurel cradled to my chest, I sank to my side.
“Come here. Dick in my face.”
Monty scrambled over, his hands shaking. As soon as I mouthed his cockhead, he roared, and the headboard rattled. Monty’s shudders got worse at first, but then he groaned in what sounded like relieved pleasure.
“Oh yeah. Fuuuck.”
Laurel joined me. Craning his neck, he mouthed Monty’s knot and sucked on it, while I took Monty’s cock as deep as I could.
Holding on to the headboard with one hand, Monty rocked his hips, sliding his dick between our faces and open mouths.
“This is insane.”
His cum tasted different. But of course, Laurel was in heat, and we were in a rut. Our pheromones were going crazy.
Monty came the second time, swearing like I’d never heard him swear before. Then he shuffled down the bed and gripped my hand. He led it to his knot and squeezed my fingers.
“Hold it tight, please.”
I felt it throb, so I tightened my grip, and Monty sighed from deep within. He hugged us both in his immense embrace, kissed the top of Laurel’s head, and pressed his forehead to my temple.
“That’s better,” he murmured.
My mind reeling, body buzzing, I breathed through the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through us.
I’d knotted Laurel. Laurel! He lay between us, covered in sweat and heat cum, his flesh cradling my swollen cock, and Monty’s knot was in my hand.
Never in a million years would it have occurred to me that something like this could happen.
Yet here we were.
My teddy bear and I, with our omega between us.
This was way too good to be true.
22
LAUREL
Cocoa, faint traces of smoke from the fireplace, fine whiskey, chili, and pine wood.
