Page 94 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

I lose track of time again.

I don’t know whether he knots me there, whether I come when he fills me, or whether someone kisses my forehead while I shake through it. I know there is heat and praise, hands stroking my hair, a mouth at my gland, and a voice telling me I’m safe.

Then I’m on my belly.

My cheek is pressed into a damp pillow, my mouth open against the fabric, and the thin, desperate whining sound in the room is coming from me.

A body covers mine. A cock moves inside me with fast, urgent strokes, and whoever has me is close to finishing. I feel it in the tension of his body, in the hand tangled in my hair, in the rough grunts he gives with every thrust.

He holds me down and makes me take him.

I try to listen and sort scent from sound, weight from rhythm, Alpha from Alpha, but I can't name him. I shiver and clench and climb toward a release I didn’t realize was building.

My voice is nearly gone. My moans come out rough and thin against the pillow.

I’m an Omega being fucked by her mate.

His name doesn’t matter right now.

I love all of them.

They all make me feel good.

My Pack has me.

I go limp beneath him as his knot swells and presses against my entrance. He works it into me with careful force, one hand gripping my hip while the other strokes down my side. My body resists for a breath, then yields, opening around him as incoherent sounds spill from my lips.

Multiple voices rise around me.

"Good girl."

"You’re beautiful."

"Doing so well for us."

The praise wraps around me while he gives one final push. His knot slides fully inside, and the air leaves my lungs as his cock pulses deep, filling me in heavy bursts.

"Take it, Omega," my Alpha says through clenched teeth. "Take my seed. Take all of it."

I come again.

The release that pulls me under is long and overwhelming, and I can’t tell where one wave ends and the next begins. My body clenches around the swollen knot, milking him while my thighs tremble and my fingers twist in the bedding.

Black spots gather at the edges of my vision.

When I come back, I’m on my back.

There is another cock inside me.

Another knot is locked deep.

Another Alpha fills me while my body ripples around him, desperate for every pulse of come. I want it all. I want to be full, claimed, held down, and cherished until the fever stops clawing at me.

I’m still coming.

It keeps going past pleasure, past thought, past anything I know how to name. Tears slide down my cheeks and into the damp pillow beneath my head. My mouth opens on a sound that never fully escapes.

I’m never satisfied.