Page 38 of Knot the Stray

Nolan shifts closer, rising on his knees right in front of my face. I lean forward, wrapping my lips around his hot length to take him back into my mouth. I swirl my tongue under the ridge, returning to a demanding suction.

Edward and Jake establish a deep, steady pace. They work in perfect, seamless tandem. When Edward thrusts up from the bottom, Jake drives deep from behind. The thick knots stay outside my body. The round tissue bumps against my openings on every stroke, stretching my tight entrances a fraction wider. The dual friction builds a tight, deep coil of need low in my gut. Skin slaps against skin in the quiet fort.

"Fuck." Edward grips my waist, grinding his hips up to bottom out against my cervix. "You wrap around me perfectly."

Jake snaps his hips forward. "You look gorgeous, Jess."

Nolan slides his hands into my hair, holding my head steady as he fucks my mouth.

The sensory overload hits a peak. A climax builds in my core, rushing toward me with the force of a hurricane. The fairy lights blur around the fort.

I release Nolan with a gasp, tossing my head back. "I'm close. I'm going to come."

"Let go, sweetheart." Jake brushes his jaw against my ear. "Come for us."

Jake presses his open mouth against the nape of my neck. Edward sits up, leaning in to hover his mouth over the left side of my neck. Nolan moves in from the right, opening his mouth over the opposite pulse point.

Their teeth sink into my neck.

The pressure shatters my control. My orgasm rips through my nervous system, a breathtaking, full-body explosion. My walls contract around Edward and Jake's shafts in intense, tight spasms. Both men drive their hips forward with a powerful thrust, pushing the swollen bulbs deep inside my tight openings. The thick knots lock into place.

My whole body floods with warmth as a pleasure unlike anything I ever experienced washes over me. A perfect euphoria takes over. My fingers grip Edward's shoulders as they all groan, coming inside of me and on my breasts.

Edward shifts his weight, guiding us down. We roll onto our sides against the air mattress, creating a warm tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing. Jake stays locked in my ass. Edward stays locked in my pussy. Nolan shifts closer, reaching a long arm across Jake to rest his warm hand on my hip.

The euphoria lulls my brain into a warm haze. I drift into a state of absolute peace. As my eyes flutter shut under the fairy lights, the bonding marks on my neck and nape radiate a steady warmth, marking me as a permanent member in this pack.

Epilogue

Jessie

Two years bring a ridiculous amount of change to a town.

I stand behind the front desk of the Willowside Veterinary Clinic. The old wallpaper is gone. Fresh white paint and modern lights brighten the waiting room. The space buzzes with chaotic energy.

Three ranchers sit on the benches, trading jokes while their cattle dogs nap on the tile floor. A mother corrals a frantic toddler and a nervous beagle near the entrance. The clinic survives and thrives. Willowside's reputation as a safe haven triggered a population boom over the past twenty-four months. New families flood into the county, bringing their pets with them.

Maya handles a ringing phone with ease. She types rapid notes into the computer, balances a clipboard on her wrist, and smiles at a client walking through the front door. Behind me, the swinging doors to the treatment area push open. Marcus and Becca carry a sleeping cat toward the kennels. My techs operate as a tight unit.

I cross my arms over my chest, observing the well-oiled machine. Two years ago, I ran this place alone, terrified of the ticking clock on my contract.

The urge to run no longer exists. I own this clinic now. I planted my roots in this soil, and they hold firm. I wear my Omega status with pride. My vanilla and sugar scent drifts down the hall. I take up space, I give the orders, and the town respects my authority.

"Dr. Jessie." Maya covers the receiver of the phone with her palm. "Mr. Henderson wants to bring his pregnant mare in on Tuesday. Should I book him with you or Dr. Miller?"

"Put him on my schedule." I give a firm nod. "The mare has a stubborn streak. I want to check her vitals myself."

Maya taps the keys, locking the appointment in.

I push off the counter and head through the swinging doors into the back treatment area. Surgical lights shine off the metal tables. The recent renovations doubled our capacity for emergencies. Because the workload skyrocketed, I hired a second veterinarian six months ago to keep the business afloat.

I walk down the short hallway and step into Exam Room Three.

Dr. Chloe Miller, the granddaughter of Mr. Miller, stands in front of the glowing light board, her arms crossed over her green scrubs. Chloe stares at an x-ray on the screen. She possesses a brilliant mind and a sharp wit, but complicated surgeries still test her nerves. A sedated farm dog snores on the exam table behind her.

"Talk to me, Chloe." I walk up to the board, tracing a finger near the dog's ribcage on the film. "What are we looking at?"

Chloe points to a solid shape lodged deep in the dog's stomach cavity. "Buster ate a spark plug from the tractor shed. The object sits too close to the intestinal wall. We need to cut him open, but the angle makes me nervous."