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“Mine,” he snarls, and then he fucking bites me. Like actually bites me. I’m not talking a little love nip, like I thought he’d give me, a hickey to remember him by tomorrow. No, he sinks his teeth into the curve of my neck hard enough to break the skin, to make me bleed.
Another orgasm slams into me, hard and fast, even as panic claws at my chest. Both things make it fucking hard to breathe, and black spots dot my vision. And then, fuck… oh fuck, then I feel him—them—in my chest. A bond forms and grows between us, one I had no intention of actually forming.
No. No. No. No. No.
“Omega?” I hear the alpha say, softly, quietly. Unsure. Mouth still pressed against my neck. “What’s wrong?”
I’m shaking my head, still not able to breathe.
The beta pops up in front of me, eyes wide with worry, as he cups my face. “You’re okay, heartbreaker, breathe. You need to breathe for us.”
The alpha wraps a thick arm around my waist and pulls me back against his chest, shifting us until I’m cradled on his lap, his cock still buried in me, because he can’t pull out, because his knot is still swollen and very much stretching out my beta pussy. And it doesn’t hurt.
Why doesn’t it hurt?
“This isn’t possible,” I wheeze, still not getting enough air.
“Breathe, omega,” the alpha commands, and suddenly my lungs expand, taking in the first full breath since he bit me. Alpha bark.
I’ve never had one used on me before. Can’t say I enjoy the experience.
The beta smiles at me, tucking a strand of my disheveled hair behind my ear. “Better?”
“I’d prefer to not be controlled by someone else,” I say faintly, even though in this case, he probably kept me from passing out.
The alpha chuckles and drops his head to lap at the bite on my neck. A bolt of pure desire fueled pleasure shoots to my clit and I swear I come again, hips bucking as best as they can while locked onto his knot. He groans into my hair, cock jerking inside me as I clamp down and make him come again.
“Fuck, vixen,” he murmurs. “You feel so fucking good, squeezing my knot like that.”
He feels amazing too, which hasn’t been the experience of other beta’s I’ve talked to that have taken an alpha’s knot. They mostly say it stings and aches, but it’s worth it for the pleasure it brings their lovers.
I’ve never once heard of a beta that can come while sitting on a knot.
I bite my lip to keep the words inside, and the beta in front of me smirks, before running a hand down the center of my chest, flicking a nipple as he goes.
“So, uh,” I say, sounding needy all over again. Which is ridiculous because I’ve just come more than I ever have in one night and I’m currently knotted and apparently have a mate bond now. I have bigger fucking things to worry about than another orgasm. I force myself to focus on the important shit. “How long does this usually last?”
The beta arches his brows at me. “The knot?”
I scowl at him. “Yes, the knot.”
I feel the alpha grin against my skin before his tongue trails over the fresh bite mark again. “Am I your first knot, omega?”
I twist until I can scowl up at him, too. “Yes, you're my first fucking knot. And stop calling me that. The moment has passed.”
He tilts his head, like he’s confused, but there’s an air of alpha pride around him. “So fucking thankful to be my omega’s first knot,” he grins, bending to nuzzle against my cheek. “If I wasn’t, I’d be tempted to find any other alpha that knotted you and obliterate them.”
That panic is clawing at me again. “I told you to stop calling me that.” I push on his chest, needing like hell to put some space between us, but I’m still stuck on his lap, pinned like a butterfly on his cock. “This is the fucking worst,” I groan.
The beta laughs. “I don’t think any omega has ever had this reaction to being knotted by Luca before.”
I ignore the shot of jealousy I feel at the alpha—Luca—knotting anyone else but me, and glare. “Well, maybe I’m not enjoying it because I’m a fucking beta.”
They both go still for one beat, then two, before they speak at once.
“You’re not enjoying this?” asks the alpha, sounding offended.
“You are definitely not a beta, heartbreaker,” the other man says, bending a little to meet my eyes. Eyes that are suddenly burning with the need to cry. “Sweetheart,” the beta says. “There’s no way you’re a beta. You smell like an omega. You take a knot like an omega.”
