Knight Life In Vegas (Sin City Omegas #3)

Chapter 42

B eau was out like a light. Dylan was awake, but barely. Chico was pretty chipper after a few hours of rest, but I was flagging.

I had helped out during an omega heat before, but it was a whole different experience with a scent match. Charlotte was a goddess beneath me, each cry fueling the hormones that kept me awake and moving. I had flooded her cunt and knotted her more times than I could count on this little sleep, but I still craved her.

She looked up at me like I was a god. Driving her to ecstasy was as natural as breathing and I never wanted to stop. During the brief periods I had enough capacity to actually think, I tried to remind myself to savor every second. The odds of her continuing to have heats after this were low. Maybe it was just a fluke, her body responding to scent matches in proximity and making sure we all bonded while it was still a possibility.

While I could have lived the rest of my lifetime with her unbonded, I didn’t relish the thought. She was everywhere within me. Tendrils of Charlotte caressed my soul and curled around my heart. Maybe it was too early, and maybe she wasn’t anywhere near ready to say the words, but what I felt from her, and from the others for her, sure as hell felt a lot like love.

I only hoped she forgave me. I had bitten first, too overwhelmed when she had come on my knot to hold myself back. The second bite hadn’t been necessary. The moment her teeth had broken my skin I felt her burst to life in the bond. Pure instinct had driven me to bite again, like the primal parts of myself had been afraid the first wasn’t enough to make her mine.

I breathed deeply. Her lemon meringue scent was still syrup in the air, and the scents of all my pack wove through it like a tapestry.

She was ours.

Bonded and bred.

I stopped short at the thought. Wouldn’t that be something?

Rocking my hips had her squirming, exquisite omega whimpers tumbling from her lips. Somehow she always ended up under me and melting into her nest. Every so often one of the others would force me to roll over and bring her with me, but she was so content with my weight pressing her down in the softness of everything surrounding her.

“How are you so fucking perfect, querida?” I punctuated my words with a slow grind of my hips.

I hoped she would stay with us after this. She had taken such a big step to move in next door. How were we supposed to live separately with a new bond? Her apartment didn’t have room for seven people. Obviously her bed could fit the five of us since Beau had outfitted her with a proper nest, but the confines of the rest of the space weren’t as ideal.

I wouldn’t be able to stay away from her.

Thank god she was going to be working with us. Keeping her close was a necessity. I couldn’t be performing on horseback if I felt like shit because the bond demanded more. We always had a backup for when someone was sick or on vacation, but that was Chico. The show would have to be put on hold if all three of us needed to take time off. That wasn’t fair to all of the workers.

Charlotte wrapped all of her limbs around me and cut off my worries. She was impressively good at that.

“You’re doing so well,” I praised.

Omega bodies had to be a wonder of the world. Nature has somehow designed them to be able to take alpha cock for three days straight. I couldn’t quite fathom it, but I wasn’t going to question it either. Charlotte’s pussy welcomed me each time, no matter how hard she had been taken just before.

“Knot,” she demanded.

“You’re already on my knot, sweet one.”

It was a damn good thing the other omegas I had played with for their heats weren’t this voracious. I never would’ve survived.

“I’m coming, duchess.” Chico wedged himself next to us. “How do you think she would do if we doubled up while you’re knotted?”

“Won’t know until we try. Dylan and I fucked her two cocks to a pussy and she loved it.”

“Okay, duchess, you want more?”

“Yes,” she gasped out.

I rolled onto my side, exposing her to him.

“All right. Be the best girl for me. I’ll give you as much as you can take.”

His fingertips traced the seal of my knot in her cunt, making us both twitch. Charlotte’s breathing shallowed as he carefully worked against the seal until one finger was able to slip inside. Charlotte shattered and buried her face against my throat, teeth latching on and muffling her moans. One finger turned to two, Chico taking his time stretching our omega. Her little nails clawed at my skin, but she didn’t make a peep to tell him to stop, and gave no indication through the bond that it was too much.

All of us were ready and willing to give her everything she could ever need, and right now she needed to be overwhelmed.

The boost in pressure when he added a third finger had me emptying myself into her again. “Sweet fuck.”

Charlotte’s whine had pleasure shooting down my spine.

“Who’s the best omega in the fucking world?” Chico crooned.

Charlotte let out a whimper that sounded suspiciously like “me?”

“Of course it’s you,” he replied, voice husky.

I kept as still as I could when he tucked a fourth finger in, letting them flatten and curve according to the squeeze of her pussy around me. Every minuscule flex opened her a little bit more and her sounds pitched with each movement.

I was going to lose it all over again and slide back down the slope into a rut. I held on as tightly as I could, knowing if I let go I might hurt her.

“Almost there,” Chico assured her.

I felt the spacing of his fingers shift, and the pressure skyrocketed as he made room for his cock to join mine.

Charlotte and I both chanted curses, squirming as he adjusted her body to accommodate him. I moaned long and low when his cock fully breached her and he eased his fingers out, letting her pussy hold both of us.

“Mother of god,” I breathed out.

She bit down hard on me as Chico started a slow pace, his hand braced on her hip.

“Goddamn, you guys.” Dylan glanced over at us, rubbing his eyes. “You know if she can take another cock while knotted, that means she can take three normally.”

Charlotte’s omega demand lanced through me.

“I think she might like that idea,” I gasped out.

“Pull your knot out. I want to get in there.”

Chico chuckled. “How exactly are you going to get in here?”

“Creatively.”

“Do you want three cocks, querida?”

She nodded as best she could while still biting me.

“How am I supposed to get my knot out, though?”

Dylan shrugged. “Same way his cock got in?”

I held my breath as Chico reached down, gently and expertly manipulating Charlotte’s body while she squirmed and growled. Only pleasure came through the bond from her. Soon enough Chico was able to wedge his fingers in a way that let me slide out. That was probably for the best. With the way she clung to me, I wouldn’t have been getting free anytime soon.

Dylan draped himself over the three of us and I held the underside of Charlotte’s knee so he had somewhat clear access. He didn’t have the same finesse as Chico, but with two of us already buried in Charlotte, there were bits of space simply due to the shape of everything. He worked his fingers in one at a time, eyes closed, probably paying attention to the bond as much as we were. Charlotte was shaking between us, edging closer to feral with every passing moment. She took us all like a champ, though, the heat hormones letting her adapt, dulling her pain and increasing her pleasure from each touch.

“Beau,” she whispered against me, teeth detached for a brief moment. “I need.”

I reached behind me, smacking his thigh. “Wake up before I combust.”

His awareness flickered into the bond, lust roaring through him when he realized what was happening.

“She asked for you,” I told him.

“I can’t possibly join.”

Charlotte released her bite once more and let out a keen that shot through me. Dylan eased his cock in, all of us teetering on the edge.

She reached for Beau and he awkwardly climbed through the pillows to get to her head, the only part of her that was actually accessible to him. Her fingers curled around his cock the moment he got within reach and he cussed, dropping to his knees where Charlotte could wrap her lips around him.

She was a fucking marvel.

“Move on three?” Dylan asked.

“I fucking guess so,” I said unsteadily. “God, no one knot her. I’ll die on the spot.”

Dylan counted down and we all shifted. Charlotte cried out, muffled by Beau, a rush of slick bathing my skin. I spilled into her, unable to hold back. I was as lost to her now as when I had taken her to bed with Dylan the first time. But as much as I wanted her , I was humbled as hell by how much she wanted all of us . I didn’t give a shit if it was the heat prompting it. It felt like more.

She spiraled over the edge each time we all moved. Slick flowed like a fountain to help us along.

“Fuck,” Dylan breathed. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“You just got here.” My tongue got tangled on itself, lost between the surge of her pheromones and the bone-deep satisfaction that burned down the bond. “If anyone can’t hold on, it’s me.”

Beau cupped the back of Charlotte’s head, fucking her face at her insistence, the squeeze of her pussy setting off Chico and Dylan alongside me.

I couldn’t bear to move another inch. Every cell in my body was spent, and every drop drained from my cock. Charlotte had taken everything we could give her, and once Beau had spilled down her throat, I felt her conscious mind click off in the bond. She melted between us and one by one we withdrew until only she and I were still attached. My knot sure as hell hadn’t gone down yet, and she had taken us all so well that I took a chance, flexing my hips and drawing her closer, my knot slipping back into her body before her pussy recovered itself.

My vision wavered, darkness descending at the edges.

Had I savored her enough? Had I given her enough that she would want to stay? The questions settled on the tip of my tongue, but I drifted away, lungs full of sweet lemon.

Whatever tomorrow brought, she was mine right now.

Our omega.

Our Charlotte.

I needed her to stay.