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“I think I’m going to come,” I mutter weakly, letting myself fall back against the table.
“Come if you need to, little one. Aston will bear it along with his ass reaming, which he definitely needs.”
Aston plants his hand on the table beside me just as Lor flexes his hips, and I swear it feels like he is rutting me at the same time.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
The table begins to bang, and the plates stacked on it rattle about under the force of Lor’s thrusts. They rock Aston’s cock into me more deeply, his knot swelling and making all the little nerves inside me quiver. I was close to coming again before Lor entered the room. Now I’m lit from the inside out, and my pussy falls into those sweet climactic waves.
Aston grunts and grits his teeth. Lor pistons into him, staring into my eyes the whole time he fucks Aston. It is the most beautiful, savage sight I have ever seen. Lor holds back with me, but with Aston he is free because he knows Aston can take it. As Lor’s hips slam against Aston a final time, he holds still at the moment of release.
“Come!”
I don’t know if Lor speaks to Aston, me, or us both, but we are slaves to his command.
I come again, even harder.
Deep inside, Aston floods me with his cum, pulsing and growling as he takes his own release. He collapses over me, supporting his body on his arms as he nuzzles at my neck.
In the aftermath, Aston lifts his head from where it is buried in the crook of my shoulder and neck and bestows me a lazy smirk, it turns to a shudder, and his cock flexes inside me.
“Are you well, little one?” Lor asks.
I peek at him over Aston’s shoulder and nod. “I love being knotted,” I blurt. “I swear it is the best feeling in the world. The hard table, not so much.”
Aston chuckles and gathers me into his arms. “Gods, I needed that.”
“We all did,” Lor says dryly.
I can admit to feeling a little smug and happy as I wonder when we can do that again.
“The lass is plotting,” Aston says, eying me with a raised brow. “I don’t think my ass can take it again any time soon.”
“No matter,” Lor says. “We know what to do with naughty omegas who plot against their mates.”
“What?” I ask, a little breathless and a lot interested.
“They are bound,” Lor says, grinning now. “Bound for our pleasure.”
Epilogue
Freya
“Yippee!”
The jubilant cry is from my young daughter, Rosa, and her excitement signifies the estate of Penley coming into view.
“Grandma!” A second cry signifies my mother waving from the front porch.
After the events surrounding my first snatching, my second capture, and my final liberation, my mother found city life was no longer congenial. The king, recognizing his culpability for his part in those events, and even though he lost an omega bargaining chip, paid my mother her dues. The dues he should have paid her when my father was first lost.
She sold the townhouse and returned to Penley, taking comfort from being in the place my father loved and that it meant living closer to me. The estate that belonged to my father’s parents and their parents before them is once more in our family. So she began with loving dedication and funds courtesy of a guilty king to begin the long process of cultivating vines for wine.
The vines form neat rows in the fields around the homestead, budding new growth with the onset of spring.
“Grandma!” Rosa calls again, wriggling impatiently for Aston to set her down.
“Lass, at least let me bring the horse to a stop,” he grumbles good-naturedly.
