She begs and demands and whines as my knot grinds against her.
Her legs are wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass.
I give in.
I cradle her head in my hands and force my knot in.
Her body trembles, hands clawing at my back, urging me on.
I want to knot her so she can never leave me.
One last hard thrust, and it’s in.
My mind goes white as my knot inflates, stretching her inner walls wider and wider until it’s too big to be pulled out, locking me inside her.
Hestia arches into me as she orgasms, and I’m right there with her, cock pulsing as I fill her with come.
I’ve never felt anything like it, and not just because this is the first time I’ve knotted someone. It’s because it’sher, my omega.
My mate.
Chapter 36
Orion
Iwatch over Hestia and Magnus while they sleep, waiting for when our omega needs me.
I’m thankful for the chance to admire her, long, pink hair spread across Magnus’s chest, plush lips slightly parted. Her hand is holding his biceps, making sure he stays close even when she’s unconscious.
Hestia is totally relaxed, sleeping deeply, a sign that we’re taking good care of her.
And it’s only the first night.
My cock drips at the thought that we still have days left to pleasure her.
I’ve stayed hard waiting for my next chance to serve her, mind quiet since my only objective is to obey my omega.
A brief thought bubbles up, that after this heat we won’t be able to touch her until she completes her training. But I easily pop it, a worry for another time.
I remain on my knees, waiting, until she stirs.
Hestia pouts and buries her face in Magnus’s chest. Hetenses as his knot deflates, but there’s no accompanying rush of fluid like there was with the others.
Magnus comes to and immediately looks for Hestia, rubbing her back and making sure she’s okay.
Her scent is turning spicier, like it did before when her heat spiked. She’ll need more knots soon.
Magnus sits up and carefully lifts her off his cock.
It’s not until he pulls out completely that their combined come releases and soaks Hestia’s thighs. She whimpers and clings to him, but he sets her down facing me.
Her eyes zero in on me, and she crawls over.
My breath catches as I watch her. She’s backlit by the fireplace, making her glow as if she’s ethereal, too perfect for this world.
Sheisperfect, a vision, with her fluffy hair a halo, dried saliva on her face, covered in come.
She straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck. I put my hands on her thighs to steady her, but otherwise wait for her direction.
