Knot Without You: An Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 40

Chapter

Forty

Her heat is here.

And I was under prepared for how fast and hard I’d get dragged under the lure of her now that her scent is laden with her heat.

I barely open my eyes, and I can’t think straight, everything screaming ‘knot’, ‘fuck’, ‘fill with seed’ and fucking ‘bite’. The others aren’t moving yet but I’ve got my cock in a vice, my fist squeezing myself to the point of pain to stop from leaping over the rest of them and fucking her.

I grab the pillow Mav used before which makes my predicament that much worse because her scent is now layered by his. I can even taste where he screamed into the pillow.

Mav has always been my anchor, and I grab on to the thought now, trying to calm the chaotic need by inhaling his scent until I start to see spots in my eyes then exhaling slowly until they shoot over my vision. I get everything under control until a warm pair of lips devour my cock.

Her tongue flickers over my slit, like she’s desperate for a drink, and fuck I wrap my hands around her face, and I rock my hips. Opening my eyes, it’s not a dream, Tristan’s black eyes are heat hazed and she’s lying over the top of my brother and Mav to reach me.

And I was wrong, everyone is awake, watching her go to town on my dick.

King climbs to his knees, his own cock looking as hard as mine and he just lifts her hips and drives straight inside her pussy slamming her forward. And I hold her down, her face pressed to my knot as I roll my hips because Tristan is a goddess at sucking cock.

“You like sucking his cock, killer?”

She nods her head, closing her eyes.

“I’ll always give you whatever the fuck you want, Tris, but I swear to fucking God you better stop sucking him right this fucking second. I ain’t going to share you with them.”

Her throat won’t let go and she hollows her cheeks, hoovering my cock down. His slap on her ass has her eyes rolling back in her head as she moans. And just like that I gush down her throat. My hips pitch higher up as my cock spasms, my come flooding her. Only when I’ve finished and she’s licked me clean does she let go of the stranglehold she has.

“That works for me. I promise I won’t do it again.” She winks at me before she adjusts her position, shuffling back a little. He slams into her body; her head hangs down and the groans and grunts of satisfaction has my cock getting hard again.

“You go to them full of my come. You come back to me clean. They lick you; they wash you; I don’t fucking care. Yeah?”

He’s talking to all of us, and she’s still blitzed but coherent enough to agree because she nods her head before she pitches forward and takes Mav’s cock exactly the same way she took me.

King growls in warning and slaps her ass before locking his hands around her hips and pounding into her. “Let me fucking remind you who your Alpha is.”

There’s an audible pop, and I’m not sure if it’s her lips popping open or his knot slamming inside but Tristan curls in on herself, the muscles in her arms and upper back contracting as a wave of her arousal and release renders her completely still.

Maverick rolls out from under her. Tyson moves out of the way too, neither of them risking the threats King is making with his eyes. She can’t see it, the look of warning, but she can smell how close he is to rut and there’s no wariness to her, if anything, her scent blossoms even more. And the way she moves is hypnotic. It’s like watching the best fucking porn in the world, her body swings, and sways with each violent thrust from King while her face twists in pleasure. The encouraging noises she makes only confirms how much she’s enjoying him owning her.

I watch bemused, her lips pursed, and she starts panting, her eyes drag up off the floor and she shows me how close she is to coming as she rides his knot in her pleasure high.

King’s so fucking fast when he moves, he has a fist full of her hair and wrenches her head back. “That’s my fucking claim you’re wearing, now milk my knot and show them how much come my slit takes.”

Banding one hand around her waist he pulls her up so she’s flush with him, her pussy is stretched and crammed full of his knot. The sight of him railing her, his seed spilling out of the lock of their body is almost too much. I pinch the end of my cock.

Maverick scoots closer, he’s as wound up as I am. Maybe her heat is contagious, or maybe the thought of us being locked in here, safe far from Rex and his prying eyes or it might be the realisation that this is exactly why we’re here, to stop fucking around and start fucking planning to live.

“Tristan,” I call her name and even before I’ve finished her eyes are on mine. And fucking scent-matching magic already has her knowing where I’m going. “We’re gonna have to share, Mav. That good with you?”

King answers instead. “God, killer, your cunt likes that idea, huh?”

“Take your hair down for me, Steel,” she demands, and it’s an easy ask. Her breathing hitches as I brush my fingers through it.

“Like this?” I ask unnecessarily.

“Yeah, she likes that. But she likes my knot more,” King purrs.

Her eyes roll backwards when he drops his mouth to the bloody scar of his bite and it looks like he’s going to slice through her neck, the two of them go off together, in perfect synchronicity.

Maverick shuffles into the way, but I knew he was moving. I’ve always felt him inside me since the day we first met.

“You want to include me in that discussion?” he grouses, but the smile on his face lets me know there’s no need to talk about our not so platonic relationship.

I tap his heart with my fingers, a gentle reminder he’s always been inside my heart, before I cup his throat with one hand and wrap my hand around his hip to lose the distance between our bodies. Our chests crash before I slam my mouth to his.

Maverick’s not a simp so much that he’ll go soft for me, but I like him hard and full of fight. He runs his hands up the back of my hair, grabbing a handful before breaking our kiss.

“Tell your brother first,” he growls against my lips.

“What?”

“That you fucking love me.” He bites my lip hard enough to get my back up.

“I like fucking you. That count?”

He laughs before sucking my bottom lip in his mouth, his tongue licking the blood off. “Yeah, that works for me.”

And in this space, it feels right that Mav and I come out. Like I said to her, I have no idea where we’re going to end up, but I’ll take what’s on offer for a couple of days at least.

Pushing away from his lips, I sit my ass down on her nest of blankets opening my legs wide for Maverick to sit in between them. And then I jack Maverick off slowly, torturing him as we watch King fuck her from one orgasm to the next.

Every time I think Mav’s gonna come, I stop moving my hand, earning a flurry of expletives from his angry lips. I go to lift him out of the way when King pulls out of Tristan but I get frozen to the spot by King’s Alpha bark demanding I not move as he spreads her out over her nest, her head down our way before he crawls up her body and blows on her face, and she laughs.

He leans down to kiss the laugh off her lips before dipping down and whispering something in her ear. Whatever it is it makes her bubble-gum sweetness deepen before he stands up and walks out of her nest.

Confusing much? A second ago he was marking his territory and now he’s walked off apparently without a care in the world. I wouldn’t be able to let her out of my sight.

And that thought pulls me to a stop. Mav twists around to see what the issue is.

“You good?”

I grunt an answer and my need to explain is lost under Tristan crawling into the space between Mav’s legs. She’s twisted around, calling Tyson to her, and as she hooks her arms around his neck, she falls against Mav and me.

“What do you want?” Tyson asks. Always the fucking sensible one.

Her pupils are dilated, and her cheeks are a rosy pink and shiny with sweat. But she’s still of clear mind when she looks at each of us, “You. This. Both of them.”

“We are not a package deal,” Maverick growls, as his hands snap around her body so he can hold her still to kiss her. To make a point that he’s his own person, but it’s unnecessary.

Tyson pulls up and opens her legs nice and wide. The scent of her pussy wafts through her nest like one of those scented candles chicks dig so much.

“What are we agreeing to?” Tyson muses. His finger trails over her body, and she stops kissing Maverick and focuses on what Tyson’s doing. “What if I want to fuck your tits?”

She nods her head and pushes against Maverick, making him sandwich between me and her.

Tyson’s fingers tug hard on one of her nipples, her breathing hitches as she sits up higher, dragging her feet up to open her legs even wider. It’s an obvious invitation, and one my brother takes a while to move on. He’s watching her face intently, waiting to see how heat affected she is. Happy she’s still able to give consent, he moves his questioning again by plunging two fingers into her pussy. The noise she makes and her cunt makes will be in my head for decades.

“What if we want to claim this pussy as a pack? All of us at once, is that what you want?”

Tristan’s mouth falls open and her hips push back against his teasing fingers until she finds her voice, “Not fair. Steel doesn’t know if he wants that. We can definitely try though.”

Tyson leans down and sucks on her clit, his eyes up and watching her face. Not that he needs to, her body is writhing in pleasure. He keeps sucking on her clit and finger fucking her, even when King walks back in and climbs in the nest, coming to sit on the wall closest to us with a bottle of water in his hand.

I must startle or jump or some shit because he lasers his Alpha focus on me. “You didn’t think I’d leave you with her, did you?” He chuckles before taking a drink of water and leaning over to her, completely ignoring the fact my brother is eating her pussy out. King locks his mouth to hers, water dribbles down her chest.

I have to shuffle, and I ease my aching cock between Mav’s ass crack. It’s a tight squeeze but fucking hell, I need the press of pain. I’m so fucking close to going feral.

Maverick groans, and my hips move to match the roll of hers as I slide my cock further under his ass. The encouraging noises Tyson makes and the frantic rise of her chest and the way her tongue invades King’s lets everyone know how much fun she’s having.

Tyson sits up, and the flow of our bodies comes to a stop. Well, Mav and I do; King keeps making out with her until she’s back to breathing normal. Then he slumps back against the mound of pillows to watch.

“Don’t let me stop you.” He laughs.

Ty barely acknowledges King. It wasn’t even him that he was focusing on, it was Tristan. He was watching her cues, leading her up to a promise before reminding her who’s driving us at the moment.

My brother has always had that self-assurance too. It’s not cocky, it just is, which makes it all the more dangerous since he’s never known it any other way. Right now, it’s not about power or holding back on her, it’s wholly and solely on setting up our boundaries.

He flicks his finger and then for extra lube dips it back into her slick before he fingers her ass. “What about if I put my cock in here?”

“Knot it too,” she agrees. “Come on, Tyson. I agree to everything, anything but don’t push Steel, that’s not fair at all.” She rides his hand before grabbing Maverick’s hand for him to play with her clit, which lasts for a second before he dips two fingers inside her pussy.

And I’ve always liked the noises Maverick makes when he sucks dick or takes it. His voice drops octaves and vibrates as it rumbles out, and right now he’s making the same noises he makes with me. It’s hard not to get jealous but before I can argue he’s reaching back for my mouth.

“What about Maverick?” Tyson barks, probably sensing words about to lose all meaning.

“What about you Ty? What do you want?”

He chuckles before he starts moving. He leans into her with his presence and physically, practically pushing her down. Mav and I fall down too. And then without waiting, he holds his cock in his hand before driving inside her slicked up cunt. “I’m returning your bite.”

I can feel the power of Tyson’s thrusts reverberating through her nest, and I see the way Tristan chases that little bit more, her hips rising to meet him each and every time. One of his arms falls next to my head, the other cups under her head to hold her up so he can take her with him.

But he pulls away from her mouth after a few desperate sucks of her tongue before there’s a glaze to his eyes that matches the thickening of her scent.

“So, fucking good, aren’t you? Tell me I can knot you?” he groans, urging her on. His eyes drop down to where their bodies are connected. And I can feel how fucking messy she is, as her slick wets me under Mav.

Tristan doesn’t use her words to talk. She reaches her arms up for him, he hauls her off us by scooping under her thighs, spinning the both of them and laying her softly against another part of her nest.

The slap of their body, the mumbling intimacy they both share along with the endless pleasure that fills her nest eats at me. Frustrated and impatient, I flip Mav over and take my mood out on his cock.