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“Why don’t you ever make me present for you?”
He gave me a wide, very turned-on smile. “I forgot about presenting. How did I…?” He winked at me. “You want to now?”
“I want you to knot me,” I said with a groan.
“Right, obviously,” he said. He undid his jeans but didn’t take them all the way off. He knelt on the floor in front of me, tugged my butt forward on the couch, and knotted me.
I cried out.
He put his mouth on mine and swallowed my noise.
The sensation of his cock inside me—no warmup, just joined and knotted in there—was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. But this was heat, and I hadn’t ever been knotted in heat.
I held onto him for dear life, and he fucked me steadily and thoroughly, his voice breathing reverent terms of endearment into my eyebrow. He called me sweetling and omega and he said my name, and he called me his pretty, pretty girl and he told me I felt like some kind of perfection around his knot and we kissed and kissed and kissed.
I came, but it was one of those orgasms that’s just a tease. It didn’t do anything to satisfy me at all, just made me hungry for more orgasms.
I began to sense the well of want inside me, what this heat would be, and I began to sense that I really had no control over myself at all.
I fought to keep my wits about me, to keep some thread of some kind of sense of myself before I was taken over by want and need and desire. I fought and fought…
And then I scented Sinclair in the doorway.
Sinclair was still wearing a shirt, but he wasn’t wearing anything on the bottom of his body and his very hard knotted up cock peered out under his shirt. He leaned into the door jamb, rubbing his thumb over his lower lip, watching me and Devlin.
I locked eyes with him.
He gave me a little half-smile. “Morning, omega.”
Devlin groaned and turned to look over his shoulder. His scent changed as he took in Sinclair’s cock.
Sinclair’s scent changed a little too. He reached down and rubbed himself, squeezing his own knot. “She smells like a breakfast buffet with a dessert bar and a whole fountain of expensive champagne.” His voice was gritty.
“She’s in heat,” said Devlin to Sinclair in a wondering voice. “Her pussy is wet as all fuck.”
“Heat,” rasped Sinclair wonderingly. He came over to the couch and knelt down on the floor next to Devlin. He kissed the other alpha roughly.
Devlin’s eyes rolled back in his head and his scent went high and sweet and different—a scent I’d never scented from him before. He offered Sinclair the back of his neck and Sinclair sank his teeth into it, and I realized that Maguire had been right, that Devlin had submitted to Sinclair.
A thrill of fear went through me, but I was so far gone to my heat at this point that the fear felt mostly exciting. I wanted to be afraid. I arched my back, rutting against the knot inside my pussy, sighing.
Sinclair tugged up my shirt to expose my breasts. He began rolling one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “They’re going to wake up, aren’t they?”
Devlin rolled his head over and gazed up at Sinclair. “Rohan and Maguire?”
Sinclair ran his other forefinger down Devlin’s nose, still toying with my nipple. “It’s a process, right, baby? You and me with her first. We started this, you and me. It’s been you and me since the beginning. So, us first, and then we bring them in.”
“Maybe… the omega wants all of us,” said Devlin.
Sinclair turned to me, raising his eyebrows, teasing my nipple this way and that. “The omega wants what I want, don’t you?”
I gasped.
“The omega likes me because we’re the same, me and her, aren’t we, sparrow?”
“The same,” I echoed.
“We want things that are dangerous and too much for us, things that push and stretch us, that might hurt us,” he said. “We want those things, that glittering excitement of danger, and we can’t say no to it. Right, omega?”
