Chapter 30
K nots were amazing.
I loved them.
I wanted them all the time.
Everywhere, anywhere, whenever.
There was no pain, just mind-blowing pleasure.
Clearly, I had been missing out.
Not anymore. I was going to enjoy myself throughout this heat, grab the metaphorical bull by the horns, and revel in multiple orgasms.
The notion that these guys could hurt me felt utterly bonkers. Maybe I should have been more realistic, especially given my past, but everything about them, from their caring looks to their delicious scents, screamed safety to me.
Wiggling my hips, I sat up, looking down at Carter. “How long does it take to go down?” I asked, glancing at where we were joined. Asher was running his fingers lightly over my nipples and kissing my neck.
I never wanted them to let me go. Momentarily, the cramps were gone, but they would be back. They would keep happening until the heat was over and I had been knotted repeatedly. While I knew cramps were part of heats, no one had warned me just how badly they hurt.
“My knot?” Carter asked, his eyebrows raised. I nodded. “A few minutes, if we’re lucky, but judging by the way your pussy is gripping me, it may take a little longer.”
“I’m happy to wait.” I sighed, leaning back into Asher’s arms, enjoying the way Carter’s eyes raked over my naked body.
It took a while for his knot to deflate, but the entire time I was on top of him, my body was in a state of utter relaxation, no cramps, no unease. I would have happily stayed there for days.
My body had other ideas, though. Within moments of his knot slipping free, a deep, bone-rattling hunger hit me.
It wasn’t food I was hungry for.
Carter slid out from under me, giving me a quick, dizzying kiss before leaving me, Asher, and Dylan on the bed. Asher was on his knees, Dylan leaning against the headboard.
“My turn to play with you,” I said, turning to Asher, pulling at his waistband.
“Well, I’m not going to deny you,” he said, letting me paw at him until his cock sprang free.
He looked similar to Carter, only a touch longer. Feeling bolder now I had been knotted, I reached out and firmly grasped him. His reaction was much the same as Carter’s, closing his eyes and sighing in pleasure.
I wanted to try more, though. I wanted to do what Dylan had done to me in the kitchen. Would Asher taste like his scent? There was only one way to find out.
Both on our knees, I leaned forward, so I was face-to-face with his rather impressive cock.
“Juniper?” Asher asked, his voice somewhat strained.
“I’m just a little curious.” I smirked at him before sticking my tongue out and lapping at the head of his cock.
Salty sweet musk burst across my tastebuds. Far nicer than anything I had expected. It was like salted caramel or cookies that had flaky sea salt topping them.
Yum.
I was a very treat-deprived omega, and I was ready to feast.
“Show me what to do,” I said, running my lips along his length, kissing, teasing.
Asher’s hand wove into my hair.” Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded. “Then, open your mouth, darling,”
I did as I was told, and Asher fed me every inch of his cock almost painfully slowly. He tasted amazing, and I wanted more.
Despite his slow pace, in next to no time, my nose was buried in his public hair, and my throat was full of cock. I swallowed around him, only to be rewarded by his low curse of pleasure.
His hand tightened in my hair, and he started guiding me up and down his length, controlling the movement and showing me what to do.
“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” he moaned. “Suck it. Harder.”
I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks, watching the way his eyes darkened as I did so.
I was having far too much fun, but I was also empty and needy. On all fours in front of Asher meant that Dylan was probably getting one hell of a show.
Whining at how empty I felt and dripping slick onto the sheets, I didn’t stop.
I wanted a knot, but I wanted to keep my mouth on Asher. The bed moved under me, but I was too lost in what I was doing.
Hands on my hips steadied me, and Dyans’s low voice growled behind me. “Do you want to be knotted while you play with Asher, trouble?” he asked.
I nodded and hummed the best I could with a mouth full of cock.
Dylan didn’t say anything else; he simply used his hands to adjust my position, the head of his cock pressing against my folds.
Thanks to my mouth being stuffed, I couldn’t complain that he was taking his sweet time. Every second that went by and I was still painfully empty was agonizing.
A low whine escaped my chest, and that seemed to do the trick. Dylan eased forward, too slow for my liking, but I wasn’t going to halt my actions just to complain at him. He was thicker than his pack mates, the stretch of my walls making me almost delirious with bliss. I didn’t know if it was the position, his cock, or both, but I fully intended to find out through copious experiments.
“Fucking perfect, such a good omega, taking my cock so well,” Dylan praised me, making my entire body tingle.
I liked praise.
I liked it a lot.
I whined as he stretched me impossibly full.
My pussy contracted around him, and his knot started to swell, teasing my entrance. With every thrust, it bumped up against me, a silent promise of what was to come.
“You’re dripping all over my cock like a good little omega. Does sucking Asher’s dick turn you on?” Dylan asked, and I whined in response.
It did. It very much did.
I was close. Despite having come recently, my muscles tensed with the promise of what was to come.
Dylan could tell. He knew exactly what to do; reaching around, he started rubbing my clit in a quick circular motion that made my legs tremble.
A low chuckle escaped his chest as he tormented me, bringing my body so close to the edge that I could have sworn my heart was going to give out.
“Keep your attention on me,” Asher commanded, the hand buried in my hair tugging slightly.
I swallowed around him, looking up at him through my lashes as I doubled my efforts. It was so hard to focus while Dylan’s cock was destroying me, but clearly, I was doing something right because a low, ragged moan escaped Asher as his cock pulsated in my mouth.
“I’m going to come, Juniper, where do you want it?” Asher asked.
I wanted to taste him.
So, when he tried to tug my head back, to make me answer, I doubled down, sucking deeper, harder.
Asher quickly got the message, a string of expletives escaping his mouth as he threw his head back for a moment before looking to Dylan.
“Make her come with my cock in her mouth,” he instructed.
My pussy wept at that idea.
Yes, please.
Dylan didn’t say anything, but he sped up, each thrust making his balls slap against my pussy. The slight pain only spurred me on, sending me higher and higher.
The hand in my hair tightened as Asher’s cock started to throb, his release imminent.
There was so much happening, my entire body was overstimulated, so when my orgasm hit me, I was convinced I had died. I came apart, screaming around Asher’s cock as the first delicious spurts of cum decorated my mouth.
I didn’t waste a drop.