Her Knotty List (MVP: Most Valuable Pack Book 4)
Her Knotty List: Chapter 48

Good. Sweet. Lord.

I barely lasted ten minutes inside Emma’s tight little cunt, last time. How am I supposed to last half a breath inside her even tighter ass?

She whines, dribbling more wetness. I feel it slip down my knot and balls while I press myself tight against the back of her thighs, working fingers in and out of her.

It’s clear she likes this enough to do it for herself at home—whatever I give her, she takes, moaning loud enough to make my blood roar.

Fuck, yes.

My omega is so goddamn perfect for me.

The purr rattling inside my chest stutters on a gasp when I fit the head of my cock against her puckered opening. Her delicious cinnamon-bun slick lets me shove right in, the plush heat strangling me.

Oh shit. Fuck. I swear to God, this woman. I’m already right on the edge of⁠—

A knock at the door interrupts my first thrust into glorious tightness.

Then, a crash at the door.

“Ow. Fuck.” Gunnar’s muffled voice comes from the other side of the slab. When he hears Emma’s alarmed whine, he bursts into the room, hopping on one foot and only narrowly avoiding going to the ground.

After having stubbed his toe, somehow?

I don’t know if I’m closer to laughing at him or kicking his ass.

Emma starts to giggle the second she sees him, but her muscles relax just enough to give me space to push deeper. Gunnar’s already frozen on the threshold, but his jaw falls when I don’t stop, rocking my hips to start up a rhythm.

Jesus, she feels incredible. I grit my teeth and glide deeper, relishing the pressure clasping at my throbbing cock. “Could you—” I grind out, rolling my hips to push the last inch in, eliciting a filthy keen from Emma. “—close the fucking door?”

Gunnar jumps, slamming the door shut. “Sorry. Shit. I was trying to hear if there was any reason for me not to come in, and then I tripped on⁠—”

“The air?” I pant. Emma thrusts her hips back, loving the feel of my cock stuffed into her back hole. I reach down and press my palm into her clit, groaning when she gushes slick.

“Fuck, baby, you like being watched. And you like this big dick in your ass. You take every single inch of me, don’t you?”

Emma’s spine arches, her pussy convulsing. My hand winds around her hair on instinct, holding her in the pretty pose she’s struck for me.

And maybe showing off a little bit.

Gunnar’s reaction is worth it. He bites his lower lip, blatantly staring at the way I drill into our omega’s ass. She turns to look at him, whining softly.

The sound visibly hits him, right in the heart. All his tension leeches away. He slants me a glance, silently asking permission before he closes the distance between us.

Emma whimpers when his hand cups her cheek. He traces her features tenderly before giving her a true smile—one of his rare, beautiful ones.

Fuck.

Why can’t I breathe?

“Hey, squirt.” He keeps smirking as he raises a brow. “Does he feel good?”

I relax my grip on her curls so she can nod. Gunnar’s gaze flashes to my fist, then up to my face. A dark, heated intensity gilds his grey eyes. His voice drops into a low rumble. “How does she feel?”

The hand I have between our girl’s thighs works a bit faster, matching my thrusts. Emma douses my fingers, and I groan, replying through gnashed teeth. “So fucking good.”

His brow arches higher. “Want to share?”

Oh God.

Emma’s pussy pours slick down my wrist. She keens, the whining moan as desperate as her scent is sweet. My head falls back as I try to fill my lungs.

“What do you think, baby?” he murmurs to our omega. “You want to taste my cum? Or feel me in your pussy while Zane fills your ass?”

Jesus, Hot Shot. You’re killing my game.

He feels my wide eyes on his face and flips me a wry smile. “I assume you’re good with that, Pretty Boy?”

Am I good with the way having him in her pussy will make the clench of her heat twice as intense? I have to slow my hips to keep from blowing my load just from the thought.

“Probably better to save your mouth for another time,” I pant to Emma, rubbing my hand down her spine. “Or my knot will be too full to press into you.”

Emma balances on one arm, going for Gunnar’s jeans with her usual fumbling eagerness. We both grin while she tears at his fly, chuckling to one another. Which feels… nice. Grounding.

I release a slow breath and block out the glorious snugness squeezing me so I can help our girl balance on her knees. The change in angle seats me even deeper in her ass. I growl against her neck while her head thrashes into the wide curve of my shoulder.

Gunnar slips his shirt off in one pull, leaving all his athleticism on full display. When he shucks his boxers, Emma isn’t the only one who stares at the thick erection stretching up to the lace of his abs.

Goddamn, he’s hard. Roped in veins that visibly pulse blue under his pale skin.

The guy may not be waxed bare like I am, but he’s groomed. Even more than he was the last time I saw him, if I’m not mistaken…

At the questioning bounce my brow, he cuts me a glower. I shrug. “It looks good. Well-coiffed.”

“Shut up.” He huffs a breathless laugh, shuffling into position at Emma’s front. She instantly grabs for him.

“Both of you shut up,” she whines.

Gunnar scent-marks her cheek, his chest thrumming with a quiet purr. “Impatient, sunshine?”

She nods, beaming those brilliant green eyes at him. “Please, Alpha. I want you both to knot me.”

I watch him swallow thickly and remember he hasn’t been tied to her yet. If the way his cock twitches is any indication, he’s dying to. But he still presses their foreheads together, asking, “You sure?”

Her head bobs on another enthusiastic jerk. Gunnar’s lips quirk softly as he slides his hand down to knock mine away and stroke his knuckles over her buzzing clit. When she whines, he smiles for real.

“And what about your Omega? How does she feel about it?”

Emma’s fingers dig into his sides, yanking him closer as she gasps, “She says you better give her your knot right now.”

His salty sweetness grows more intense. “Mm. Is she listening?”

Some of Emma’s curls fly close to my face when she nods again. Gunnar snaps his hand up, cupping it around her jaw while he stares into her eyes. “I’ll give you this knot anytime you want it, baby,” he vows, rough and solemn. “Any part of me you want. It’s all yours. Forever.”

I feel the moment everything inside of her relaxes, her inner muscles gelling around my ticking erection. She makes a small noise, moving to throw herself into his arms. While he hugs her to his purring chest, an odd sort of warmth spreads through mine.

I set my hand on his bicep, skimming a path to his bulging shoulder. Gray eyes flicker to mine, more vulnerable than I’ve seen them since that moment we had in the grocery store.

I’m not used to being the solid one—but something about him and Emma… They bring out a steadiness I didn’t know I had. A protective peace that fills my Alpha with possession for our omega.

And for Gunnar? I think it’s pride.

Without overthinking it, I follow my impulse to pull him closer, sealing Emma between our bodies. He takes my lead, positioning his forearms under hers. I grip her hips, lifting her until she starts to glide up my pulsing dick.

Our perfect girl reaches for Gunnar, arranging him against her wet heat, dragging in a sharp breath as soon as he’s in position. We both lower her slowly, all three of us gasping and groaning while her body slowly stretches around two rock-hard cocks.

Holy fucking shit. I can feel Gunnar through the thin wall separating us. His blood is pounding hard enough for me to sense his pulse and hers. My blood races, my vision tunneling while I grasp at Gunnar’s sides, tugging him closer.

“Like this,” I grit, angling my hips until I’m as straight as I can get underneath her. Hockey Boy follows suit, pressing his slicked-up balls and knot right into mine.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Emma screams, the position allowing her to sink all the way onto us. “Oh my—oh—oh my God, I’m so full!”

Gunnar snarls, clamping his brawny hold around one of her thighs, helping her ride us both in fast, deep plunges. I growl right back, gripping the back of his hair for balance while I pump up and forward, grinding my knot into his the same way his dick rubs at the underside of mine through the slick, clenching wall of Emma’s pussy.

We’re both soaked already. His full balls and knot glide fast against mine when Emma whines and starts to writhe, looking for more.

I slip my hand between his groin and hers, tugging harder at his nape as I start to stroke the swollen bud of her clit.

Gunnar roughs out a torn, panted version of my name. One of his hands lands on my hip and pulls me closer. “Don’t stop,” he begs, picking up speed. “Fuck, Emma, you feel like heaven when you’re about to come, baby.”

They both feel incredible. Her plush, snug heat. His strong, thick thrusts.

“Gotta knot you, shona,” I growl. “Not going to last much longer before I fill this perfect ass.”

Emma’s body responds before she even manages to moan, clenching rhythmically. Milking Gunnar and pulling me in as deep as I can go without popping my knot into place.

He moves fast, taking her weight so I can shove everything she needs right where she wants it. Emma keens, already coming. I sling my arm around her waist and balance her for Gunnar to push all the way in, too.

My knot explodes, bumping his through the ecstatic ripples of her orgasm, both of us filling her to bursting. She squirms and gasps our names. Gunnar curses, sinking his teeth into her neck. The image has me spurting hot cum into her depths while I suck at her pulse.

Mine, my Alpha rasps, absorbing the feel of our omega, clutching Gunnar and me tighter. Bringing us closer. Showing the instincts embedded in my middle that she’s what we’ve been missing.

And this other alpha? He’s hers.

Which makes him ours.