Page 41 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

I’m so wet that it’s easier for him to push into me, but I’m so much more sensitive. I thrust back, rocking my hips in tiny movements, milking his knot, squeezing around it.

Feeling like the most powerful person in the world as the alpha that is mine falls apart simply by being with me.

Even if I’m broken.

I don’t feel broken right now, though. I feel whole and perfect.

I open my eyes and find Pix staring up at me. I duck my head down and kiss him. He tastes of heat and molten jam. I can’t stop kissing him, it’s only when I reach down between us and grab his cock that he pulls back, looking between us to where my hand is stroking his length.

“Oh, god,” he pants. “Just like that. My pretty omega.”

My whole self melts when he claims me as his.

Rose snarls and knots him. I feel the way his whole body responds, the way he arches up, the cum that gushes out of his cock, coating him and me. I moan and continue stroking, using the liquid as lube.

King pulls me upright and grabs my breasts, squeezing them and teasing my oversensitive nipples.

“Rolly is dying to say hello to you,” King whispers in my ear.

I gasp when he flexes his cock inside me.

“But first, you’re going to eat, drink, and sleep.”

I shake my head, absolutely refusing to do that.

“No, this is a marathon, not a sprint. Food, liquid, cuddles.”

I snarl, but he reaches down, slipping his fingers between my legs and circling my clit with his fingers.

My body responds instantly, too overstimulated by his knot still. I arch, growling as I come again, my whole body tightening until I’m suddenly released.

I collapse forwards, but he catches me and lifts me up, carrying me away. He lays us down, and I blink open tired eyes, finding Rolly there with a bottle. His alpha bark has me eating and drinking, and then I’m under a blanket, wrapped in alphas, falling into an exhausted sleep.

The last thing I think is to wonder when it got dark.

Flashes of the heat become tangled and messed up in my mind. We can’t stop it. It’s like we’ve got no control over who is fronting. Mid-knotting, someone else will slip in.

Kestrel, Raptor, and I circle so rapidly, the alphas can’t even tell.

I open my eyes to Rolly’s cock buried deep in my throat and only the look of devoted awe stops me from panicking. He comes hard, and I swallow everything, my lips pressed against the engorged knot. He fucks me after that. It’s just like Rolly, hard, fast, full of teasing remarks and sass that has it being a whole heap of fun.

“You take my cock so well, Omega,” he purrs, stroking my cheek. He pulls back and wipes my lips before hauling me up and onto his lap. I’m impaled on his hard cock all the way down to his knot.

I scream, arching my back.

He doesn’t let go, he pulls me down, giving me more, taking more. Thrusting, rolling his hips, he doesn’t blink, those eyes, blue like sapphire's, stare into my soul, demanding everything, and I give him everything.

“I don’t know where I prefer you more. We’ve got so many positions to explore,” he murmurs into my elbow, dragging his teeth over the spot. For a second, he pauses, and I can almost see the thought. He’s going to bond me, but he turns away, nipping my nipple, leaving dark bruises over my chest.

Marking me.

“Beautiful omega,” he purrs. “So lovely. You feel so good.”

He keeps me on his knot until I’m sobbing, making me come again and again, refusing to release me until I collapse.

And then he pulls out, so gently, and cleans me while I lay bonelessly, watching him with not even the strength to lift my head. Rolly cleans my whole body.

“You are perfect, Merle. Absolutely perfect. Don’t worry, we’re going to make sure you are looked after. Everything you need.”