Page 51 of Knot The Nanny We Planned

"I'm here." His voice is muffled against her neck. "I'm not going anywhere. I've got you."

He's still knotted. The swelling will go down in twenty minutes, maybe thirty, and during that time, they're locked together. Bound. His cock will continue to pulse, releasing more cum, and her body will continue to clench, drawing it deeper.

But the night isn't over.

I look at Deklan. He's still at Willow's head, his hand in her hair, his dark eyes watching her face. His erection is visible, straining against his pants, a testament to the control he's maintained while watching JD claim her.

"Deklan," Willow says. Her voice is soft. Spent. But certain. "I want you too."

His jaw tightens. "Willow, you don't have to…"

"I know I don't have to. I want to." She reaches up and cups his face. "Please. I want all of you."

Something breaks in Deklan's expression. The last wall. The final defense. He exhales, a long, shuddering breath, and then he moves.

He strips. Efficiently, methodically, the Beta sheds his clothes with the same precision he brings to everything. And when he's bare, lean, sculpted, his cock hard and flushed and curved slightly upward, Willow makes a sound of appreciation that makes me grin.

"Deklan," she says. "You're beautiful."

"I'm really not," he says, but his voice cracks.

"You are." She reaches for him. "Come here."

He moves to her side, and JD shifts, carefully, mindful of the knot, and makes room. Deklan lies beside Willow, his body pressed against hers, and she turns her head and kisses him.

The kiss is deep. Slow. The kind of kiss that says, "I trust you, I choose you, and you matter." Deklan's hand slides down her body, over her breast, her ribs, her hip, and settles between her thighs. His fingers find her clit, swollen, oversensitive, and she gasps into his mouth.

"Too much?" he murmurs.

"No. More."

He strokes her. Gentle, precise circles, his fingertips slick with the evidence of JD's release and her own arousal. She writhes between them, JD still locked inside her, Deklan's fingers on her clit, and the pleasure builds again. Higher. Tighter.

I lean in and put my mouth on her breast again. My tongue traces her nipple, my teeth graze the sensitive skin, and she makes a sound that's half moan, half sob.

"Knox," she gasps. "I need, I want…"

"What do you want, little omega?" I murmur against her skin. "Tell me."

"You. I want you too. I want all of you. At once."

I look at JD. He's watching me, his black eyes dark and knowing. He nods. A fraction of an inch.

I strip. Fast. My cock springs free, hard, aching, the head slick with precum. I wrap my hand around the base and stroke once, twice, because if I don't, I'm going to come the second she touches me.

I move to her other side. She's surrounded now, JD inside her, knotted and locked. Deklan at her left, his fingers working her clit. Me at her right, my mouth on her breast, my hand joining Deklan's between her thighs.

I find her entrance, stretched around JD's knot, slick and swollen, and slide my finger alongside it. Not inside, not where JD is, but the sensitive tissue around her entrance. The perineum. The inner folds. She gasps and clenches, and JD groans because the movement tightens her around his knot.

"I want to fuck you," I say against her ear. "Not now, JD is knotted. But after. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to watch your face when I fill you."

"Yes," she whispers. "Yes, Knox. After. I want it all."

"I know what you want." I bite her earlobe. Gentle. "I want it too. I want to knot you. I want to feel you lock around me the way you're locked around JD. I want to come inside you so deep it doesn't ever leave."

She sobs. The sound is desperate, overwhelmed, and her body convulses, another orgasm, or a continuation of the last one, triggered by Deklan's fingers and JD's knot and my words and my mouth and the overwhelming sensation of being claimed by three men at once.

Deklan kisses her through it. Swallows her sounds. His fingers never stop. Steady, precise, the Beta bringing her pleasure with the same focus he brings to his spreadsheets.