Page 52 of Knot The Nanny We Planned

She comes down slowly. Trembling. Tears on her cheeks and a smile on her lips.

"Stay," she whispers. "All of you. Stay."

"We're not going anywhere," JD says against her neck.

"Ever," Deklan adds.

I press my forehead to her temple and breathe her in. Honey and vanilla and slick and cum and us. The scent of the match. The scent of the bond. The scent of home.

"Ever," I confirm.

We lie there. Tangled. Connected. JD's knot slowly deflates, and when it does, he withdraws carefully, gently, and the loss of him makes Willow whimper.

"I'm here," I say. "My turn."

I settle between her thighs. She's swollen, red, oversensitive, slick with JD's release and her own. I coat my cock with it, stroke myself, spread the wetness from base to tip, and then I press inside her.

She's warm. Wet. Open. JD's cum fills her, and the sensation, sliding into a channel already slick with another man's release, should feel strange. It doesn't. It feels right. Like we're all part of the same claim. The same bond. The same family.

I thrust. Deep. Hard. The way I've been wanting to for three days, and Willow's eyes fly open, and she arches off the bed.

"Knox!"

"I've got you," I growl. "I've got you, little omega. Hold on."

I fuck her. Not making love, that's JD's territory. Not tender, that's Deklan's. I fuck her. Hard, fast, and relentless, the way an Alpha takes what's his. My hips slam into hers, my cock drives deep, and the sound of our bodies meeting, wet, obscene, and perfect, fills the room.

Deklan holds her hand. JD strokes her hair. And I take her, claim her, make her mine the way JD made her his.

My knot swells. Faster than JD's, I've been on the edge for days, and my body is done waiting. The base of my cock inflates, catching on her entrance, and she gasps.

"Knox, your knot."

"I know." I slow my thrusts. Shallow now. Grinding. Letting the knot stretch her gradually. "Take it. You can take it. You took JD. You can take me."

"Yes, I can."

She can. She does. My knot seats itself inside her, and the world goes white.

The orgasm is blinding. My cock pulses, once, twice, again and again, pumping cum into her in hot, thick ropes. She clenches around me, her body milking every drop, and the bond snaps into place.

Not the full bond; JD's claim is already there, the Alpha mark settling into her biology. But my claim layers over it. An Alpha's claim, secondary and reinforcing. Making the bond stronger. Making it permanent.

I roar. The sound is involuntary, pure Alpha and pure instinct, the sound of a male marking his territory. Willow's name rips from my throat like a prayer.

When it passes, I collapse. Carefully, bracing my weight. My face drops to her shoulder, and I breathe her in.

"Willow," I say. "Willow. Willow."

"I'm here," she whispers. Her hand finds my hair. Strokes. "I'm here, Knox."

The knot holds us together. I'm still inside her, still pulsing, still coming in smaller, weaker bursts. She's still clenching, still trembling, still crying softly.

Not sad tears. Overwhelmed tears. Happy tears. The kind that come when something you didn't dare hope for actually happens.

"Deklan," she says. Her voice is barely audible. "It's your turn."

The Beta. The steady one. The one who knelt for her before any of us.