Knot Her Shot (MVP: Most Valuable Pack Book 2)

Chapter 58

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fifty-eight

“Now?!”

Oh my God. I am so not prepared for this! I haven’t even asked Meg all of the questions I have. I haven’t done a refresher on the procedure or looked up the benefits of doing it during my heat versus?—

“Not now.”

It’s Cassian.

When we all whip around to look at him, we find him staring his stepbrother down. “She isn’t ready,” he adds, completely correct. The smallest half-smile pulls at his mouth. “But maybe we should practice.”

Smith slides his gaze to me, running it over my face. “Hmm. Good point. We haven’t even given her a preview.”

The predatory intent slithering through his dark gaze makes me perfume. “Sorry,” I whisper to D, shifting in his lap. “Guys, Damon is?—”

“—in heaven,” he groans, scraping his teeth over my bare shoulder. “Pretty girl, you know you never have to do anything you don’t want to. But, right now, I can’t imagine anything that would feel better than being inside you.”

He hides his face against my neck, whispering his last confession, “I want to knot you.”

I don’t think the others know that he hasn’t, yet. It’s a special thing we’ve kept just between us, after he explained that he wanted the first time to be perfect. That fact that he wants to do this now, with the guys in on it, after telling us all these hard, vulnerable things, means the world to me.

Damon carries me over to the kitchen island and sets me on a barstool, while Smith and Cassian begin clearing the table, working in unison. I watch them move at a breakneck pace, stifling a laugh.

It’s amazing how quickly three men can clean an entire kitchen when they’re properly motivated.

Cassian comes for me first, flopping a soggy dishrag over the edge of the farm-style sink and barreling right over. He tosses me over his shoulder, secures an arm around the backs of my thighs, and motions for the others to follow him.

“Did you see her smirking at us while we cleaned up?” he grunts to Smith, jostling me lightly. “Brat.”

Their pack alpha is alarmingly even. “Hmm. Brats get punished.”

Damon snorts, throwing his own attitude into the mix. “Since when?”

From my place over Cass’s shoulder, I barely catch Smith reaching for the hockey gear the guys left by the front door when they came home. He bends at the waist, snatching up one of Damon’s sticks.

Oh. Dear. Lord.

I already know he likes putting me over his knee until he has me screaming, “Yes, Sir.” When I raise my head to catch his eye, I hope my apprehension isn’t too obvious. “Are you going to spank me with that?”

He smooths his palm over my cheek. “Never, petal. That would hurt you. What I have in mind will still be a challenge, though. For you—and the other brat.”

He does hit Damon, though, landing a hard swat to the shoulder. D chuckles, raising his brow at me. “Hear that, sweetness? They want to challenge us. Guess it’s their funeral.”

Cassian grumbles, “I bet I can last longer than you.”

Damon tilts his head. “No chance.”

“What do I get when I win?” my bear wonders.

“When I win,” Damon returns. “You’re going to buy every pizza I order for all eternity.”

I cast Smith an eye roll. “They like to compete about these things.”

He raises a brow, the arch look unbearably handsome. “How gallant.”

Damon’s crooked grin turns my fluttering insides to jelly. He slaps his alpha’s shoulder. “That’s what we have you for, Big Hoss. Keep us all in line.”

Oh, Smith definitely likes that idea. And judging by the gleam in Damon’s ice-blue eyes? I’d say he’s well aware of the effect of his words.

Can’t he see how smart he is? He has all of us figured out so completely, I’m not sure anyone really grasps how well he knows us. That alone takes a special kind of intelligence that most people simply do not possess.

At the top of the stairs, Smith points to the left. Cassian hauls me in that direction, busting into the alpha’s bedroom and stomping over to the low armchair I found Smith lounging in that one memorable night.

For a moment, I’m confused about why we’re in here. Smith clips over to his dresser and opens the top drawer, selecting two pairs of my stolen panties from among his accessories.

Two?

And why would I need more underwear in this situation?

When he tosses Damon’s stick onto the bed and drops the lacy scraps on top of it, I finally understand.

They’re about to tie me to the hockey stick.

With my own panties.

“Let me.”

Smith’s idea may be savage, but his voice is soft. Cassian sets me on my feet and steps back, letting his brother slide his hands along my hips, feeling the silky fabric of my dress.

“That day,” he rumbles, bending to brush his lips along my ear. “At Forever Matched? I thought you looked like a present.” He skims his fingers along the ribbons at my shoulders, the rich scent of coffee becoming bolder and smoother. “All pretty and pink, tied up with bows.”

Slick begins to slip out of me as he unravels both straps. The top portion of the dress, along with its built-in bra, falls. When my tiny breasts bounce into view, Damon groans low.

Cassian appears at my back, his hands dropping to fist the blush fabric roughly. “I wanted to rip this damn thing off,” he mutters, sharply tugging it over my hips. “Strip you bare. Get rid of all the frills. Until you were just wearing my fingerprints. My scent. Mine.”

Damon crowds into my side, grinning while he reaches between me and Smith to thumb my lower lip. “It was this smile for me. The second I saw it, I was all in, baby.”

I tilt my head toward him, meeting his mouth with own. He growls, immediately weaving his long, strong fingers into my hair, twisting our tongues together. Smith starts shucking his clothes, giving both of his packmates orders as he goes.

“Cass, take Damon’s sweats off.”

“D, slide off the rest of her dress. Now.”

No one argues with him or the surge of lustful dominance roiling in the room. For a second, the sensation, combined with how thick his scent is in this room, throws me back to the memory of him in rut. My nipples stiffen while a whine builds in my chest.

When Smith steps into my front, he’s naked, his solid length smearing pre-cum over my belly. “Perfect, petal,” he purrs, cupping my breasts. “Look how fucking pretty you are.”

Damon finally breaks our kiss, panting while he steps out of the sweats Cassian left around his ankles. “So pretty,” he rasps, bending to suck a love-bite into the thin skin under my ear. “Smith, whatever you want to do to us, you better do it fast. I need to be inside our omega.”

Cassian nuzzles the other side of my neck, scent-marking me before leaving a matching hickey of his own. “I want her ass,” he grunts to the others. Then, to me, “You gonna relax and let me fill you up, butterfly? Is that okay?”

I feel around for his hand, guiding it between my thighs. When he feels how soaked I am, he growls louder. “Fuck, that’s my girl.”

“Sit down, Cass,” Smith commands. “Angel, Cass and his cock will be your seat. Damon, bring me your stick.”

Instinctually, we all want to obey. Even grumbly Cassian, who mutters to himself while he sprawls on the wide chair. He slouches back, propping his elbows on the arms and tilting his hips forward. His thick length bobs, smacking against the tight lace of his abs as he spreads his stacked quads and lifts his brow at me, teasing.

“See something you like, Rems?”

By now, I know poking him is exactly how to get what I want. I toss my hair back and smile wider. “Nothing I haven’t seen befor—eep!”

Cassian rips me right off my feet, flipping me around and planting me right on top of his abs. I grip his powerful forearms, pink fingernails curling into the solid strength holding me upright while I spread my thighs over his hips for balance.

Like this, his cock is right in front of me, lined up perfectly with my clit. I start to rub myself over him, but Damon returns with his hockey stick, and Smith stops me.

“No,” he murmurs, smooth and dark. “It’s my turn, not his. So be my good girl and let my brother work his way into your ass while I taste this pussy.”

For once, Cassian doesn’t complain. He stretches back into his propped-up position, watching with heated green eyes as I lift myself onto my knees and scoot down his lap. Smith goes to his knees between Cassian’s, reaching up to spread my slick over my backside.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he roughs out, working his fingers into my ass. “So sweet. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about bringing you in here? Letting you fuck my face the way I did to you that night?”

He sounds wild, but the passion in his dark eyes feels tender. This is him, making amends, again. My hands fall to his head, twining in his thick, light hair.

“Smith, it’s okay.”

“It’s never okay,” he says into my lower stomach. “Never okay to scare you, angel. I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing for ever doing that.”

The way he stares at the apex of my thighs is almost… reverent. He slips the two fingers deeper into my backside and then bends forward, dropping a light kiss right over my clit.

“Fuck, yes,” Damon hisses, coming to stand at the side of the chair with his stick in one hand my panties and his cock in the other. He strokes the silk along his length and lets his head fall back, groaning.

I whimper and squirm, lodging Smith’s fingers deeper inside me. Feeling me clench over his knuckles has my alpha moaning, pressing soft kisses and quick nips over my spread pussy lips. When he adds his tongue to the mix, I cry out, grinding down onto his face, trying to chase the slick sensation teasing the edges of my clit.

Under normal circumstances, he might try to edge me longer. He loves controlling my pleasure, drawing it out. Showing me how much my body can take before it collapses. This time, though, he makes a low sound of encouragement, letting me use him the way he once used me.

When I find the perfect angle, everything inside of me pulls tighter. My eyes fly open, running over the sight of Smith, kneeling between my legs. Then Damon, kneading his knot. Pleasure erupts like a volcano of molten gold, shooting hot, shining bliss through my body.

Smith twists his hand and adds a third finger to my ass. My pussy gushes, soaking his chin and his wrist. He snarls, and I sway, dizzy from the rush of coming so hard. Damon releases himself to catch me, keeping me upright while he and Smith leverage me over Cassian’s cock.

I feel it pulsing between my legs, thick veins throbbing up his shaft. When the flared head grazes my puckered opening, I whimper and he purrs, the sound soothing. My core muscles unclench, relaxing as he tilts his hips to slide the first few inches in.

We both moan. I don’t know how I feel to him, but he’s scorching hot. And the gentle pulse of his arousal makes my pussy even wetter.

“Butterfly,” he husks, nipping at my ear. “More. Please.”

Smith stands, taking Damon’s stick and the panties. He nods toward me, dark eyes wild. “Get in her pussy, or I will.”

Damon doesn’t hesitate. He stretches over my body, pressing his palms into the chair’s arms, caging me between their chests while he lines himself up. Cassian grunts, sliding in deeper as my body instinctually shifts to accommodate both his angle and the one Damon needs.

“More,” he grits out again, moaning while he gets his wish and pushes deeper. “Ah, God.”

For a second, as they both shove all the way in and release a serrated series of groans, I forget all about Smith and his plans for that stick. It isn’t until I’m pinned between Cass and Damon, skewered on both of their cocks and feeling so full I swear I’ll tear in two… that I feel that cool, metal stick touch the back of my ankle.

Oh my—is he going to?—

I can’t think for long. Damon’s hips snap forward at the same second Cassian’s drop down. I whine, throwing my arms around Damon’s neck to keep me balanced. By the time I get a hold on their rhythm, Smith has both of my ankles secured.

He lifts the stick, sliding the panties tying me onto it wider and wider. Until the spread of my legs presses the stick into Damon’s back. My knees automatically bend toward my sides, forcing D to sink deeper. But when he tries to pull back, he can’t.

Smith’s voice cuts between us, wicked and dark. “I told you, brats get punished. Now, Damon is going to have to get off by feeling Cass pound into your tight little ass, petal. He’ll feel your pussy milking his cock, but there won’t be a damn thing he can do about it.”

He’s right. Every time Damon tries to thrust, the stick digs into the small of his back and my feet slip further apart, which just brings him in tighter.

“Fuck,” he moans, dropping his forehead to my hair. “Remi, sweetness. You feel so good and I. Can’t. Move.”

It doesn’t matter, though, because Cassian is strong enough to do the heavy lifting for all three of us. His abs cinch as he holds himself up, reaching down to grip my hips and bounce me on their cocks, pounding both of them into me.

Damon and I both moan, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. He snarls when I scratch him, clamping his teeth over my shoulder. “Dirty, sweet girl. Mark me up,” he hisses. “Can’t fucking wait to have your bite on me.”

Cassian likes that idea, too. A deep rumble echoes in his broad chest, his cock vibrating inside of me like a tuning fork. When my inner muscles clamp from the sensation, both alphas grunt. A warm palm lands on my head, petting my hair back. When I look at Smith, I find him gazing down at me, fisting his straining cock. When I whine, his lips ghost up, and he steps forward. “Open, omega.”

Panting to obey, I show him my tongue. He gently grips my hair, positioning me so he can slide into my mouth, his hips wedged between Damon’s shoulders and Cassian’s chest.

The bitter richness of his pre-cum is deliriously delicious. My brain goes fuzzy and numb while I suck his throbbing length, whimpering for more of his taste.

“Good fucking girl,” he growls, his harsh, urgent tone so at odds with the sweet way his hands cup my head. “God, I love you so much. We all do.”

“So. Goddamn. Much,” Cassian grinds out, thrusting harder and faster.

Damon nods, his damp cheek grazing mine while Smith leaves another burst of his pre-cum on my tongue. He lifts one of his hands off my head and roughly grips Damon’s hair instead. My blue-eyed alpha groans, leaning into the pain.

“Rub your knot against her clit,” Smith tells him. “She’ll pull you in when she’s ready for it. Which will probably be in about ten seconds, when I fill this pretty mouth.”

My answering whine is sharp. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder while Damon follows Smith’s orders and grinds his hot, throbbing knot into the aching nub just inches from his cock. I scream, the sound muffled around Smith.

His head falls back. He drops Damon’s hair and starts gripping his own knot instead, listening to me moan around his length as he cups his balls and strokes the swollen pulse at the base of his shaft.

Cassian’s thrusts get sloppier with every drive, until I feel him erupt in hot washes. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.”

Tingles race up my back. Damon shouts as my body reacts to Cassian’s climax and clenches deep, tugging D’s knot right where I want it most.

“Holy shit. Remi. Jesus. Yes.”

His knot inflates, filling me and massaging every inner muscle to perfection. My nerves stretch and sing, sparkling with pleasure that snaps the tension balled in my core. I moan around Smith’s cock, and he pulls back, spurting all over my tongue, letting me taste him exactly the way I need to.

When I swallow, he sweetly wipes the tears from my face and makes sure every drop of his rich flavor makes it into my mouth.

“Good girl, taking all your alphas’ cum. You did so well,” he soothes, making quick work of our hockey-stick spreader bar. It drops to the carpet, and Damon groans, flexing his back and hips as much as he can with our bodies locked together.

It takes some crafty maneuvering from all three of them, but I wind up straddling Damon’s lap, propped against Smith’s headboard, with all of my alphas touching me. D works his fingers through my hair, while Smith smooths his palm over my back. Cassian has my hand pressed into his face, where he turns to nuzzle it every few minutes.

All three of their purrs meld into the best sound I’ve ever heard. It leaves me blissful and boneless.

Some time later, I bolt upright. The guys instantly snap to as I scramble off Damon’s rapidly deflating knot and run for the doors.

“Sorry! I left a pie in the oven!”