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“Damn… I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Roman pants, a grin in his voice. “Alphas, I think… he’s loose enough now.”
I can’t speak. No breath left. No brain cells functioning.
And even so, my dick is still hard, my ass still clenching. Demanding more. Demanding an alpha knot.
The scent glands on my wrists and neck itch.
“I guess it’s our turn,” Kyrian says.
“Oh, yeah,” Archer murmurs. “Ready or knot, baby, here we come.”
I have a knot inside my ass.
A big, fat knot and a huge, fat cock.
And I love it.
That sense of unreality hits me again, but by now I’m so far gone into the rut, I only grin, high on endorphins and I don’t know what else. Dopamine? Oxytocin? I remember vaguely the biology classes at school, the information you memorize but never ever in a million years think it will apply to you personally one day.
Flying so high, baby.
It’s Archer’s knot and cock filling my ass, Kyrian’s filling my vision as he strokes himself in front of me, waiting for Archer’s knot to go down.
I’ve already come twice on Archer’s knot. He has come once, but from the sounds he’s making, he’s about to come again.
Alpha-omega biology is insane.
My eyes close for a moment, the pressure in my gut starting to mount again. How many times can you come before you pass out?
Archer reaches under me, finding my cock, tugging. He doesn’t need to do that. I’ll come anyway. But it feels nice, and I push into his fist, feeling the pressure mount even faster. That’s what he wants, I realize, for us to come at the same time.
It doesn’t take much. He thrusts, I thrust into his hand, and the pressure breaks. Pleasure floods me, wrenching a moan from my raw throat. He groans, his cock spilling inside me, and he sort of slumps over me, his greater weight pushing me into the mattress.
His teeth close over my scent gland, on the side of my neck, and bite down hard.
Pain wrenches me out of pleasure, then back into it. I writhe underneath him, caught in that fine edge where pain becomes pleasure, my cock twitching and shooting more cum into the sheets.
Fuck………
After a while, he lifts his mouth from my neck, nuzzles my sweat-soaked hair. “Okay?”
“Holy fuck,” I mutter.
He gives a low laugh. Then shifts. “God dammit,” he mutters. “I’m crushing you.”
“I’m fine,” I slur. “That was… good.”
“You’re awesome,” he says, and the note of awe in his voice almost makes me laugh, only he sounds so… sincere. So sincerely awed.
And wait, is it my impression or is his knot going down finally?
As if reading my thoughts—or feeling the difference—he pulls back slowly, and inch by inch, his knot slips free of my ass.
Leaving my hole clenching on empty.
Such a weird feeling.
“Sawyer.” It takes me a minute to realize Kyrian is talking to me. “Sawyer, how are you doing? Do you need a break?”
