Page 26 of Knot Only For One Night

Reed shakes his head, his hands gripping my thighs as he pulls me to the edge of the bed. “Sounds too much like ‘more.’” The fabric scrunching underneath me makes a whip of excitement run through me.

My eyes watch them both, bouncing between them. They are so casual. So … normal. Almost like a... a Pack.

No, Esper, oh my god, no. That’s the heat talking.

“Guys, please!” I try to quietly shout. “It hurts.”

This whips them from their conversation. Reed leans over me, kissing my bare stomach. Just below my belly button. I grip the sheets under me. My ass nearly hangs off the bed as Neven runs his hands over my chest and shoulders. Leaning down to pepper kisses over me as this conversation goes on too long.

“Maroon,” Neven suggests, this time his hands trickling lower and lower down my stomach. Though it feels good, anticipation is rising. It’s not enough. The cramps from before are returning with a vengeance, and I shift in Reed's hands. Unstable to be still.

“That’s different enough,” Reed confirms and I could cry at the end of this very needed, and responsible, conversation.

“Okay, maroon, good, got it,” I say, jerking my hips, trying to find any sort of friction as my core cries at the lack of something. Anything. “Please.”

“What an eager little virgin,” Reed chuckles.

I can’t get possibly more red, more embarrassed at my need to get off.

“Someone kiss me please,” I say, surprised at myself for demanding what I wanted. Maybe this isn’t so bad.

“Whatever the good omega wants,” Neven says, leaning down to capture my lips again. My hands move from gripping the sheets, needing to touch him again. I cup his face as his tongue caresses mine.

Reed isn’t waiting either. His breath makes my skin tingle as he grips my shorts.

“Esper, give me verbal confirmation,” he huffs. I break from Neven’s kiss to see him. He leans, not having to move much since my bed is so damn high. His eyes are dark, hungry as he stares, and my omega purrs as the intense feeling of being desired courses through my body.

“Yes,” I say, though I’m not even sure what I’m saying yes to first. Reed slides his shirt off and slides it under my hips.

“So I can smell it later too.” He winks and I blush, looking away as what he said registers in my brain.

“What if we did this instead,” Neven says and lifts me and himself up so we’re both kneeling. His front presses against my back as Reed adjusts so he’s right under me, and Neven holds me up as I don’t fall off the bed.

Oh my God.

What in the hell did I sign up for? And why is my slick drenching my thighs at the thought of being so close to falling?

“Trust me?” Neven whispers against my neck and I nod. Trusting him more than I’ve trusted any other person, despite how little I actually know about him.

“Reed, grab the desk chair,” Neven demands, which makes Reed glare but he does it. Unbuckling his jeans but not pulling them down. The sight is erotic and almost has me gushing. He straddles my desk chair, which puts him at the perfect height to…

Eat me.

“Oh darlin’, you don’t even know how excited I am to get a taste of you,” he mutters, kissing up my inner thigh, making me moan.

Swallowing my nerves, I try to relax, fully resting back against Neven’s torso that holds me up. He’s removed his shirt at some point, I’m not sure when, but feeling his skin against mine is divine as he pulls my shirt up over my breasts, holding it in place at my throat. My lack of bra puts my breasts on full display, which has them muttering curses. Making me melt into Neven more so, my nerves disappearing with each little confirmation they are as into me as I am into them.

“Does these beauties being played with turn you on, Omega?” Neven mutters and I cry as his hands touch me there. The lightest touch turns into kneading, and I wither. Reed’s fingers find my most intimate spot, using my own slick to loosen me up, trailing his finger up and down my seam.

“Reed,” I moan, trying to sink down on his fingers. He chuckles. Slowly entering a finger and I can’t lie, even with all the slick, the initial stretch is straining. Neven even pauses his movements as I slow my breaths, waiting for the pleasure in his touch to take over.

He waits too. He waits with not an ounce of impatience, and I breathe easier at the thought. It always takes me a second with my toys and I…

This is much more intense.

“You okay, darlin’?”

I hum, pleasure slamming into my body like a need so desperate to be filled.