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

Chapter 66

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sixty-six

The first thingI see when I open my eyes is the alpha who makes my belly flip.

He’s lying close but still far enough to necessitate peering through the murky pre-morning gray that’s filtering into my nest, somehow. The details are still hazy, just like the edges of my vision. But his face is set in sharp, clear lines, relief and desire bright in his dark eyes.

Pack alpha, my Omega supplies, sounding sleepy and sated for the first time in as long as I can remember. Bite. Claim. Mine.

I swear, she just about yawns on that last word, as if she can’t be bothered to keep her eyes open anymore. As far as she’s concerned, there’s no urgency. Nothing to worry about. These alphas are hers, and they’re going to bite her as soon as we let them.

The pack alpha does nothing to dispel her smug assumption. Instead, he crawls over and cups my face in his hands. That one simple touch is enough to pull a whine out of me.

The cramp that pangs through my core isn’t as wrenching as I expect, but it’s enough. My body clamps around the other alphas. They’re still inside me, and the motion rouses them both.

My bear alpha grunts into my hair, nestling closer, while my sweet alpha kisses my forehead, muttering. “Mm, pretty girl. Love you, too.”

I feel them both get thicker, straining to press deeper. The pack alpha smirks, running his eyes over our tangle. The expression looks so familiar; a name suddenly pings in my brain.

Smith.

Being able to think at all is a relief, but remembering all of them banishes any last bits of trepidation thrumming in my blood.

That’s Smith, and this is Damon, and the mountain of bulging, brooding muscle behind me is Cassian.

And they’re all mine.

Except, not really. Not yet. I’ve tried to bite them so many times over the last few days, but Smith has stopped each of us every time. His barks were soft and careful, but remembering them still floods my eyes with tears.

Why did he say no?

“Angel,” Smith whispers, bending over my head to give me an upside-down brush of his lips. “I’ve been waiting for you. We all have. Are you ready to be ours, now?”

The words swirl around my blurry brain before they sink in. My stomach trembles with nerves, but fresh slick douses Cassian and Damon, who both groan. Smith’s half-smile blossoms into a full grin. Even though my head feels fuzzy, I can’t resist grinning back.

Grumbling, the alphas rearrange all of us, handing me to Smith. He curls my body in his lap and lowers his forehead to mine. “How do you want us, omega? Separately?”

No.

I never want them to feel separated from each other again. They lived like that for way too long. My Omega and I agree—we know what we need to do.

It takes a moment to find words. When I do, my voice is a scratchy whisper. “All together.”

Smith’s smile glows with pride. “Perfect.” He brushes his lips over mine, murmuring low. “Kneel, omega.”

A burst of perfume fills the nest. All three alphas react—Cass growling, while Damon chokes. Smith smooths my hair back and kisses me softly. He pulls back and stares into my eyes, speaking to the others.

“I want her throat.”

Damon chuckles darkly. “Mine’s a surprise.”

Cassian’s chest rumbles. “Her shoulder.” Green eyes peer at me over his packmate’s shoulder while he lifts my arm by the wrist and skims his teeth over my palm. “Is that all right, baby?”

I whine again, trying to squirm closer to him. He smiles—and it’s so beautiful my lungs stutter. His big hand cups my head, petting down my hair.

Threading my fingers around his wrist to hold onto him, I reach my other hand out for Damon. He comes to me right away, helping position my thighs around Smith’s hips. “Ride our alpha, sweetness,” he rasps. “When you’re ready to come, we’ll all bite you.”

My inner muscles clench while a pulse of pain rocks me. When I whimper, Smith instantly lifts me up and slowly lowers me onto his cock.

I don’t know how they’re all so hard and ready for me, but this alpha is throbbing. His knot is already half-full, hot, and swollen where it touches my pussy lips. He groans at the feel of me, panting. “I’ve been inside you for days—how do you feel so fucking incredible every time?”

Urgency clamps me around his length when his head rubs into the place where I want his knot. I keen, bouncing on top of him. My thighs tremble, the muscles exhausted. But Cassian notices and slides his chest to my back, rubbing his dick over my ass while he holds my weight, banding his huge hands around my waist.

“Rems,” he whispers into my nape. “There’s no rush, butterfly. We’re all here. We’re all yours. Relax and enjoy your alpha’s big cock. Is his knot going to fill you all the way up?”

I cry out again, nodding frantically. He’s right—there’s no reason to rush, and I don’t want to, but the desperation sinking its claws into my stomach refuses to retreat. My hands scratch at Smith’s upper arms. Our pack leader leans away to let Damon lower his face between our bodies. He hums as he licks around the top of my clit.

“Alpha!” I scream, fisting his hair. “Ah!”

“Shhhh,” he purrs into the pulsing nub, rubbing his full lips over it. “Feel this, baby. Focus on how good it feels and let us take care of you.”

They do. Holding me up, filling me gently, lapping at my clit until I’m so full of burning bliss, I think I’ll slip back into my haze. Cassian cups his calloused palms over my breasts while Damon licks smooth, slick circles around the place where Smith pushes into me deeper and deeper.

No matter how hard I beg, they refuse to go faster, each one clearly relishing every second. They’re all working together. A team.

A real pack.

They’re ready.

The impulse comes straight from my Omega, along with a rush of slick that has Smith bottoming out, his knot popping into place. He hisses, and I whine as Damon sucks me into his mouth, lashing at the swollen bud with his tongue until I come all over Smith.

“Now!”

The word snaps out of me, and none of them make me wait. Smith lunges up, finding the perfect place on my bare throat and sinking his teeth right into it.

Smith.

The scalding spurt of his seed bathes my insides like a volcano as his essence blazes an unyielding path down my throat. Heat winds its way to a part of me I’ve never known. Some secret, sacred space in my very middle. Under my air, in front of everything else that makes me who I am.

He’s there. A coil of gold silk—or maybe just gold. Smooth and cool, but somehow heavy and solid, too.

The tether curls around my soul, waiting. I sob, wanting nothing more than to bite him back, and feel the inside of him the way he must be feeling me.

But a set of perfect white teeth flash at my thigh, sinking into the flesh just beside my mound.

Damon.

Like a crack of lightning, his energy zips into my blood and races right for my core. It’s bright and bouncy, with a secret bit of sweetness. The bolt hits my pounding heart harder than Smith’s cool, thick coil, but entwines with it seamlessly.

The cold metal tempers his heat. The charge of electricity livens the gold. Balanced. Brilliant. Bliss.

Another climax rocks through me, my slick pussy gushing over Smith’s knot while he releases another load, along with a serrated growl. Damon moans, his teeth still piercing me, coming all over my side and hip. Their scents swell to fill the nest, stronger than mine, blending into bittersweetness.

And it’s every good thing I can imagine, except for…

Cassian.

He nuzzles into my nape, purring against my back while he takes his time finding the right spot. In the end, it’s opposite Smith’s, right where my shoulder knits against the side of my neck. Right where he likes to lay his head and hide from the world.

His lips vibrate against my skin, whispering. “Always was,” he vows, “Always will be.”

My bear winds up biting the softest of all three. And unlike the heavy unspooling of Smith or Damon’s quick charge, Cassian’s soul comes slower. Like a misty rain, showering my heart in everything soothing. Protection, devotion, promises.

There’s power underneath. Rolling thunderclouds that could clap or roil. Strength and depth and a bit of mystery.

But mostly, love. So much, so soft. It blankets my heart, pitter-pattering over the others and sinking into us all.

It’s perfect, some delirious part of my mind murmurs. After precious metal is tempered by heat, it’s cooled in water. And it comes out indestructible.

Cass releases the soft part of my neck, moaning into my skin while he comes against my back. The warm lashes pump the scent of dark chocolate and hazelnut into the air, turning our nest into the most perfect place on earth.

My alphas move to arrange themselves in a triangle, each of them kneeling and facing each other. Smith hauls me up with him, snuggling me in his arms and licking at the claim he left on my throat. His knot pulses inside me, stretching to fill every last nook. I feel us lock together again and sob while I find the place I want to mark each of them—just above the heart.

It’s like plugging in a string of lights. One moment, the tether is loose, and the next, it pulls taut, connecting us as it sparkles to life.

And I can feel him.

His pride, his adoration. The solid, serious weight in his center. And underneath all of that, the fear that he won’t be able to hold us all up.

I funnel reassurance to him, opening every inner door to let him see inside. Showing him how cared-for and loved I’ve felt for the last few weeks. Telling him he’s the strongest, most competent alpha an omega’s ever had.

“Remi,” he murmurs quietly, clutching at me while he comes again, groaning. “God, I love you. Can you feel how much?”

It floods into me, a wash of warmth and gratitude. He’s so, so thankful. For me.

The feeling sends tears to my eyes. He kisses them away, nuzzling our faces together. “I’ve never been more grateful for a gift in all my life. Or more unworthy.”

It isn’t true. I press my lips into his skin, showing him just how worthy he is with flashes of memory. I feel his mouth curve against my cheek while he listens internally, the connection between us solidifying into an unbreakable strand.

My pack alpha’s knot releases. I hear a gasp. The scent of spiced autumn beats at me, like a pulse in the air. Smith feels my pang of guilt for getting distracted and laughs softly. “Is Damon next, angel?”

I nod a bit too fast, and he chuckles again. Before I can think about moving, I’m lifted off Smith and passed to Damon. He envelopes me immediately, impaling me on his rock-hard length while he pulls me into his purring chest.

“Need you,” he pants. “Please, baby. Please.”

My feeble little omega purr starts up, reacting to his distress. He makes a plaintive moaning sound, his cock twitching inside of me as my body vibrates around his length.

Cassian likes the noise too. He presses closer, breathing hard while he fists his knot and watches us with wild green eyes.

I bury my face against Damon’s smooth, hard pectorals, inhaling his rich autumn spice, holding it deep in my lungs while I open my mouth and pierce the place over his left nipple, giving him a claim to match Smith’s.

Damon chokes on a growl, his knot exploding to fill me so perfectly. His tether pulls tight and lights up, just like our pack alpha’s, only his strand flickers with joy instead of shining steadily.

I love the way he feels—so happy and sure. We’re his family, his everything. And not one speck of him dissents.

Holding him close, I pull up all of my favorite memories of him, lingering on how much happiness he’s brought to my life. How many times I’ve smiled watching him walk out of a room, thinking how lucky I was to get to be home with him. To build a home with him. To be a home for him.

I send him all of my appreciation for the days spent on the couch watching Bake Off and nights spent pleasuring me and expecting nothing in return. Shifting through my favorite moments brings me back to that day in the ice rink, his questions about us making a family together, and how excited I am to do that with him. To know him like no one else ever has.

By the time I’m finished, I feel his tears soaking into my hair. He swipes them away, grinning. Unashamed because he can feel all of the same emotions swirling through me.

Our damp lips brush and cling. “All in, pretty girl,” he whispers, smiling and teasing me with a subtle thrust of his hips. “All the way in.”

With one final kiss to my forehead, he hands me off to Cassian.

My bear is out of patience, it seems. Paying no mind to the creamy swirl of cum and slick dripping from me, he lodges himself deep inside, locking his knot into place right away.

I gasp, coming around him in a rush that stuns me. Damon and Smith both feel it through our bonds and grunt. More hot release splatters over my back and my ass while Cassian takes my mouth, ravaging me with a filthy, licking kiss.

“Fucking need you,” he groans, pained, while he bounces me on his knot, letting it tug at all the most sensitive places I have. “I’ve needed you for so long, Rems. I didn’t know what the fuck I was missing, but it was you.”

I let him scrape the words out and give him what he wants, clamping my teeth over his heart, smoothing the sting away with my tongue while his bond stretches and flips on. The glow is softer than the other two—but there’s a beautiful tinge to the weak light that reminds me of sunrise.

Smith is steady, and Damon is bright, but Cassian? Cassian is eternal.

To the bottom of his soul, all through his fathomless depths, he loves me. In a way no one else possibly ever could. In a way I never knew existed.

He’s devoted. Unshakable. Consumed with complete contentment just from this. From me.

Now it’s my turn to cry. As my eyes well, he holds me against his rumbling chest, dropping soft kisses to my brow. Do you feel how much I adore you? he says inside. Do you see how gray my world was before I found you again?

I do, and it almost destroys me. I hate that he ever suffered like that, so lost and lonely. Never knowing what he needed or how he felt. Buried in a fog of apathy that wouldn’t lift, no matter how hard he tried.

My fingers thread into his hair, sinking against his scalp. The pleasure of that simple touch echoes through him like a sonic boom. When my body clenches in reply, his answering bolt of bliss nearly sends me into another orgasm.

I feel his smile against my shoulder and the corresponding flicker of joy inside of him. Both have me grinning like a loon while I hug his neck. “I love you, Cassian.”

His contentment swells to fill his whole body. I’ll always love you, Rems.

A thought occurs to me. I lean back slightly and shoot him a look. Just because you can talk to me in here, now, doesn’t mean you get to stop talking altogether.

He flashes his rare grin, cocking an eyebrow. Wanna bet?

Damon and Smith surround us, both smiling, though our pack leader’s expression has a wry edge to it. “You know he hates talking to anyone who isn’t us. He’ll never have to speak again now that we’re bonded.”

Joy pings through all four of us. The bonds wrapped around my middle light up like a switchboard and I know they’re all using them to speak to each other without using words.

They’re connected, through me. They can all hear each other, show each other things.

I did it.

All three alphas hear my dazed, exhausted exultation. I’m instantly flooded with love, pride, possession, amusement, and soft concern. The lights inside me glow and pulse, but I can’t hear anything they say to each other. Some tired, distant part of my mind realizes they’re talking about me, not to me, and I smile sleepily.

Purrs rattle around me. My body feels weightless—like I’m floating on a cloud.

I land on Smith’s richly-scented skin, burying my face in his pecs. Cassian curls around my back, pressing his rumbles into my spine until it melts. Damon makes space for himself between my torso and Smith’s, hugging my hips and nuzzling his face into my belly.

“Sleep, angel,” Smith croons. “We’ll be in your dreams.”