Page 60 of Knot Now Knot Ever

“I’ll know,” Fawn piped up.

Cool hands gripped my face and felt like heaven on my skin. “That feels nice.”

“Lyra, open your eyes,” Pascal urged, and I did as he asked, meeting his amber gaze.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiled. “I need you to answer two questions for me, okay?”

“Okay, my sweet pickle king,” I said, grinning at my choice of nickname.

“Do you understand you’re in heat?” Pascal pressed.

Ah, that would explain this drunk euphoric feeling and why my pussy is throbbing so badly.

“Yes, I’m in heat,” I agreed.

“That’s true,” Fawn said from somewhere behind me.

I tried to find him, knowing he would happily give my pussy what it was craving, but Pascal’s hold on my face prevented it. A whine slipped out as I struggled to free myself and find an Alpha who would fucking knot me.

“I’m so sorry, beautiful, but you have to hang on for a little longer,” Pascal pleaded. “Last question… are you ready?”

With a frustrated grunt, I nodded.

“Are you okay with Tanner, Zachary, and me helping you through this heat, or do you want us to leave? Either choice is fine with us. I’m not willing to let you come out the other side of this furious with us because you weren’t ready to be intimate,” Pascal reasoned, but he’d lost me along the way, and I wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Fawn says keep it simple, yes or no,” Zachary interjected.

“This is like asking a drunk for consent,” Pascal muttered, then pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you want your whole pack to help you through this heat?”

“Yes,” I answered, practically begging for them to stop asking me questions and fill me with a cock. “Please fuck me, Pascal. I need to feel your knot as you fill me with your cum.”

“Who could deny such a request from their precious Omega?” Pascal questioned, but I felt he was saying it more to himself than anyone. My suspicion was further confirmed when his lips slammed against mine.

How I managed to get my clothes off and pull Lyra free from Eli’s arms, I couldn’t tell you, but none of that mattered. All I could think about was the feel of Lyra’s soft body beneath mine as I laid her down on the bed. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I hoisted her up and shuffled further onto the bed so there was no risk of either of us sliding off in the middle of things. This moment was far too important for me, and I wouldn’t risk anything going wrong.

Before Lyra, I’d only been intimate with three other people, but they’d all been prostitutes. My fathers believed all Alphas should be taught how to properly fuck a woman the moment their designation was revealed. They were under the impression it would turn us into real men, but I found the practice to be vulgar as well as degrading to both the woman and myself. Seeing my reluctance with the first woman, they forced me to do it again, and when that still didn’t change my mind, they assumed I was gay. The last prostitute they forced on me was a man, confident this was what I needed to be fixed.

What my fathers refused to understand was the fact I didn’t like sex, or at least that’s what I’d always believed. Growing up, I didn’t have crushes on movie stars or any other kind of celebrity, nor did I go to the mall with my classmates and rate others on their attractiveness level. Only once in college did I experience what people talked about when they said all they could think about was getting that person in bed. He’d been my roommate my freshman year, a sweet, kind Beta who managed to put up with all my eccentricities.

The feelings had grown over time, and when I was finally ready to tell him how I felt, he announced he was moving in with his Alpha girlfriend. It had crushed me. I thought for sure he felt the same way I did, and who knows, maybe he did, but I couldn’t risk him turning me down. We stayed friends all through college. However, after we graduated, he bonded with his Alpha, and they found their Omega, leaving no time for an old college buddy.

When I think back to how cold and rigid that experience made me, I feel sad for my past self. My life didn’t have to be so empty. If I’d gone to the Scent Matchers sooner, maybe I’d have met the guys faster. While Tanner and I argue over most things when it comes to cleaning or organizing in our home, I don’t fear him rejecting me and forcing me to move out. We are like true brothers—there might be fights, but there is also a foundation of respect and love. Without Zachary, Tanner, and Fawn in my life, I’d never get to experience the feeling of true acceptance. Our family had always been unique, even before finding out about Eli and then Lyra.

Ah, Lyra, my heartbreakingly beautiful Omega, who’d turned my world upside down with one look. She hadn’t even walked into the sitting room yet, and I noticed her talking to the secretary. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to explain it, but the second her eyes met mine, I knew I’d been waiting for her all my life. For the first time in my thirty-six years of having a penis, I’d gotten a raging boner just from her scent. Then panic set in as I realized how shitty my people skills were since I hadn’t felt it was a productive use of my time. The only people I ever needed to be around were my pack, and they accepted me at face value. The problem was, my beautiful Lyra deserved the best of everything I could give her, including myself.

“Lyra.” I rasped, breaking the kiss I’d been thoroughly lost in. “I need to warn you I’m not particularly skilled in the art of lovemaking.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Lyra said, brushing off my concern as she kissed along my jaw. “You’re my Alpha, and I’m your Omega. We are born to love each other.”

Stunned by her rather confident admission, which was wildly different from what she’d told us before, I reared back to see her face more clearly. “Is that really you saying that, or is your heat telling me what I want to hear so I fuck you?”

“It’s both,” Lyra admitted, gently grasping my glasses off my face. “I absolutely want you to fuck me, and I’d be happy to tell you whatever you want to hear to make that happen. One major perk is when I’m in heat, there is no room for my fears to hold me back. For three to five days, I get to live life free of fear but horny as hell… an odd trade-off if you ask me.”

Logically, that made sense to me, but my personal fears struggled with believing she wouldn’t regret this when her heat was over. My worries came to a screeching halt as Lyra’s hand wrapped around my cock and teased the tip of it against her pussy.

“This would be me trying to manipulate you into fucking me, just so you’re aware of the differences,” Lyra shared with a coy smile on her lips. “Is it working?”

“Beautiful, the last thing I expected was to see you turn into such a vixen, but yes, it’s absolutely working,” I confessed, scooping her up as I changed our position and put her on top. “Since you’re so eager to ride my cock, then why don’t you teach me what you like, my little vixen.”