Page 6 of Knot Broken

“Trying to,” he ground out. “But fuck…”

For a moment, all I could do was stare at him. What must it be like, trying to work himself into that pretty little pussy? My tongue flicked over bone dry lips as my cock throbbed in my pants, making clear we could take over if Tex fucked this up. It’d taken every damn bit of control I had to stop myself from grabbing him by the shoulder, pushing him aside so I could take over.

But whoever this woman was, she’d chosen him, so we’d see this through.

“Look at me,” I said, putting a little alpha bark into my tone. Watching her do as I said, that crease fading, created a feeling of warmth in my chest. “No one in this room will do a single thing you don’t want.” A glance at my friends had him pulling free, Ethan drawing back. “Alphas serve their…” Not that word, I thought with a frown. “Serve the omega. You want to make a fantasy a reality.” That sharp little nod, the fact that desperation replaced fear gave me hope. “Then take a deep breath.” Air was sucked in through parted lips and I felt the vibration in her throat, right before I pulled away. Rubbing my fingers together, I could still feel the warmth of her skin. “Then let it out again slowly. Ethan.”

I turned towards the other man, but his grin made clear he knew what the job was. Where I drew back, he claimed the space.

“Pretty little omega,” he crooned and I watched his head drop down, his mouth getting closer and closer. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you so good.”

She was about to say something, the cogs in her head starting to whir, when his fingers found her nipple. Instincts buried deep inside her flared to life and instead her mouth darted forward, her moans muffled as she kissed him hard.

I wanted to be everywhere at once. Stepping back between her thighs, looking down with a slight frown, then pressing the head of my cock against all that flushed pink perfection. I wanted to be the one standing before her, kissing her, mumbling something about how perfect she was, right before I kissed her again. I wanted my fingers to sink into the softness of her breasts, to feel those tight beads of her nipples pressing into my palms, right before I pinched down hard enough for her to let out a yelp of pleasure.

Because that’s exactly what happened.

“Oh… Oh…”

Her moans were completely different now. The fear of before was discarded and something glorious replaced it. She reared up and Ethan followed her, sucking on one nipple, caressing the other as he helped ease her back onto Tex’s cock.

“Fuck…” the man gasped, transfixed by the way his body disappeared into hers. “Fuck, you’re taking me.”

That was enough to have me stepping forward.

Her skin felt like it burned my palm as I set it low on her stomach.

“Do you feel it?” It was the wolf talking, not me right now, staring into her eyes when they flicked open. “Right here. There’s a place inside you that no one else has been able to touch.” My hunch was that somehow this omega had never been with an alpha before, hence her fear. A quick nod confirmed my suspicions. “It aches right now.”

“Yes!” she yelped. “So much. I⁠—”

“Shh…”

I swore I would never touch a woman, let alone an omega, until I found my fated mate, but I’d already broken that promise, so pressing my fingers to her lips was no big deal.

“He can give you everything you need and more.”

“Fuck yes…” Tex ground out, his hips moving slowly, ponderously.

“But it’s always the omega’s choice.” I felt thin, brittle as spun glass. As if one good tap would have me shattering, not the woman. The delicate moment stretched on and on as my eyes raked down her body, soaking in the way the sunlight caressed her, right along with Ethan’s hands. “She lets him in. There’s no biological way for an alpha to force a knot in. She has to open up for him.”

Perhaps it was the strange mood that had my hand moving, trailing down her throat, feeling it bob, then past her sternum.

“She’s in complete control the entire time.” Her gaze sharpened as she stared into my eyes. “Even when, especially when it feels like she has none.”

Her lips fell open, ready to reply to that statement, but that was the moment when my fingers found her clit. Small, swollen little marble surrounded by silky, slick flesh, I couldn’t help but give it a stroke.

“Fuck, yes, whatever the hell you’re doing,” Tex said. “Every flex… Gods, when she pulses. Fuck…!”

I knew academically what was happening. It’d been explained to us all in scientific terms when we were in our late teens, fingers pointed to coolly drawn diagrams projected on the walls. But they were missing something crucial. The terrible, beautiful intimacy of being a witness to someone else’s pleasure.

Someone who could actively participate in it.

She let out a sound of protest when my fingers pulled away, but I made a show of licking them, tasting the salty sweetness of slick for the first time, before putting my hand right back where it was. Flicking her clit now, faster and faster, matching my strokes to her pants, before she let out a guttural scream.

“Fuck, I’m in.” The possessive way Tex smoothed a hand over her back set my fangs on edge. “Look at you, taking every fucking inch of me. Fuck…”

He couldn’t stop moving, in slow, short movements, constrained by the fact that his knot was now wedged deep inside her. Every pulse would drag that bulbous lump across her most sensitive spot, forcing her to feel explosions of pleasure at each pass.