The whine has barely left my lips when Cato drags my face to his cock.
I open my mouth, but he rubs my cheek against his knot and up the shaft, smearing precum on me. Only his eyes are visible as he watches me, the rest of his expression obscured by the muzzle.
I try to get my mouth on him, but he turns my head to rub the other cheek on his cock. I love that he’s covering me in his scent like this, but there’s a more effective way to do that.
Cato growls when I grab his shaft, and Charm and Henri take my wrists, trapping them against my sides.
I still get what I want though, because Cato finally feeds me his cock. His size strains my mouth, and he only gives me a second to catch my breath before pushing deeper. I suck hard to get as much of the rich hot chocolate flavor as I can before he’s in my throat.
My eyes water as Cato fucks my face, saliva dripping down my chin. His movements are rough, but he’s careful not to actually hurt me, holding me like he’s desperate for me.
Cato squeezes my throat, feeling his cock move in it, as his knot brushes my lips. I don’t know if that part will fit, but I’m eager to try.
His attention is so consuming, I’d almost forgotten about his packmates. I’m reminded when Henri pushes his cock in my ass.
He very slowly works deeper. It feels like there isn’t enough room for him with Charm in my pussy.
I wanted their knots, but now I’m not sure I can take them. After seeing Cato’s knot up close—surely otheralphas can’t be this big. They’reallso much bigger than I thought. Just their cocks are straining my body.
And I’ve never been with this many alphas at the same time.
With each thrust, I think Henri must be all the way in, but somehow on the next thrust he gives me more.
My eyes cross as Henri and Cato find a rhythm together, and it’s harder to care about what will happen if they try to knot me. My body strains for release, but I can’t quite reach it. I’m not sure if it’s too much stimulation or not enough.
Cato pulls out until only his head is in my mouth and holds it there. I whine when he doesn’t move.
“Take a deep breath,” Henri says.
I’ve been breathing just fine between thrusts, so I roll my eyes at him.
Henri stops moving and squeezes the back of my neck until I do what he says.
As soon as my lungs are full, Cato surges forward, all the way in until his knot hits my lips. And he keeps pushing, forcing my jaw wider around his knot.
Now I know why I was supposed to take a deep breath. I’m choking on his knot and can’t breathe around it.
The worry returns. As much as I want this, I’ve never had a knot in my mouth. I’m not sure I can take it.
The texture of his knot is so different, the skin is made up of small ridges rather than being smooth like the shaft. I explore it with my tongue, getting used to the idea of him knotting my mouth.
But as Cato pushes again, I panic. All those ridges are so it can inflate, extra skin that will stretch out. He’s already straining my jaw, it seems impossible for his knot to get even bigger after it’s in.
I look up at Cato, eyes pleading for reassurance.
Chapter 32
Hestia
Cato pauses and rubs my cheek, waiting for me to adjust. Henri stops too, sensing my hesitation.
I try not to picture how three giant alphas are supposed to fit inside one small omega, but avoiding thinking about it only makes me focus on it more.
Maybe I’m defective. I’ve never heard other omegas say they’re scared of knotting.
I sense that telltale tingle and scrunch my nose to stop it, but my hiccup catches on Cato’s cock.
He growls and carefully pulls out.
