Page 88 of Knotted their Beauty

My clothes lay in a mess all over the floor, and I really want Baron to use his belt on my wrists.

“My kinky little omega,” he croons. “We’re going to fuck you so good, but there are rules. Lennox, take this.”

My alpha slides the belt loops over my wrists as I keep them behind my back, and I stare excitedly at Baron. Light bondage wasn’t on my bingo card for a Tuesday afternoon, but I’m all fucking in.

Lennox kisses my shoulder as he tightens the belt and my breaths begin to shorten from desire. I really want my alphas to fuck me.

“Listen up, honey,” Lennox whispers.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Your mouth will be full of cock while I fuck your pouty lips,” Baron growls. “If anything is too much, I want you to envision the color red in your mind. We’ll stop and let you talk at that point. That’s the rule. I was going to add more, but I think you’re starting to drip slick onto the floor.”

Baron pushes his pants down until his cock bounces excitedly out and my mouth waters as I gaze at it.

“Mine.”

“Go get your juicy alpha cock, baby,” Lennox murmurs, pushing down on my knees. My lips wrap around Baron’s crown, and I moan as I begin enjoying my favorite treat.

Lennox’s cock is already pressing against my eager, puckered hole. He started undressing the second I was done putting away groceries, and I’m suddenly glad I asked for exactly what I wanted.

His cock stretches my hole and I moan, my slick pushing out to help. I enjoy the sting of pain when my alphas or Ves first push their way inside my body. I find it grounding.

Baron cups my face as he thrusts into my mouth, not stopping when tears begin to stream down my cheeks as he gags me, or when drool spills over my lips. He and Lennox push me back and forth between their cocks, using my holes as I moan and whine.

The Arlo they’re fucking isn’t stuck in his head, or worried about what to hold onto so he won’t fall. My alphas are in charge of anything regarding my safety, and I really need that release of responsibility.

“We’ve got you, baby,” Lennox groans, his hand slapping my ass. “Fuck yes. Milk my cock like the perfect little whore you are for us. Don’t fall over, or we’ll continue this on the floor and make a bigger mess. Oh. Yes. Come without being touched, honey. I think you want to be fucked in your release, don’t you, dirty boy?”

Yes. Yes I do. I scream as Baron’s knot brushes against my lips, my hips bucking as I begin to come. I have no idea where it’s going, but I know it’s every bit as messy as it feels. I’ll be finding cum in some very interesting places in the kitchen later, and my cheeks heat with both pride and embarrassment.

Sometimes, you just need to be fucked until you can’t think anymore. Happy fucking Tuesday to me.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

BARON

With a grunt, I throw the new tire, jack, and bag of tools and supplies into the back of my van, annoyed by how awkward it was to carry all of that out of the store and two and a half miles down the road, but more so over the fact that I had to make this purchase to begin with.

Living in my van means I’ve been pretty on top of maintenance for a long time. This kind of thing doesn’t happen to me because if this hunk of metal is out of commission, I get stranded, and it could compromise where I was living. I had to be able to move, had to be able to survive whatever was thrown at me in case I wound up in a situation where I couldn’t leave.

I guess I let this get away from me.

I pull my hoodie up over my head, wiping the sweat off my face before I toss it into the back of my van.

Finding out I have two scent matches and an alpha I’d like to strangle while he chokes on my cock and tells me I’m pretty sort of threw a wrench in things.

Not in a bad way, not by any means, but I wasn’t expecting it, and those three, right along with that sweetheart Cali, shifted my focus elsewhere.

Now, I’m sitting on the side of the road with a blown out tire because I didn’t notice how bald it was, getting ready to change that right along with the oil before I top off my fluids and check my battery strength.

I just needed to go into town for a charger, that was it, and all of the sudden it sounded like my van exploded.

It was careless on my part, ignoring routine shit regardless of the reason. Careless, and stupid really, but I’m just grateful I was alone when it happened.

Arlo might have actually had a heart attack based on the noise alone, and I don’t think Ves would have been very helpful in this scenario. Lennox knows a thing or two about this stuff, he’s a transient like I am, but I doubt we’d be able to work on a vehicle together for very long before one of us had enough and needed to figure something else out.