Her Knotty List (MVP: Most Valuable Pack Book 4)
Her Knotty List: Chapter 56

Watching Emma swallow two loads from my packmates while I stare between her naked breasts and feel her pussy gush all over my mouth?

Holy shit.

My Alpha lunges, and so do I.

We sense the pack leader stirring across the nest, but that isn’t important right now. In this moment, all that matters is sinking my knot into my omega.

She wasn’t cramping before—but having an orgasm without one of us wedged inside her must have triggered some. I feel them hit; her pussy fluttering in a way that feels similar to a climax but doesn’t come with the delicious squirt of cinnamon cream she usually gives us.

When she squeaks a second later, I fly into action, clamping my hands around her thighs and lifting her onto my waiting erection. I shove into her right away, relief bursting across my field of vision like a shower of sparks.

God, she feels so good.

It doesn’t matter how many times I have her—every thrust into her slick perfection is like coming home.

She needs it hard this time, so that’s how I give it to her, jacking my hips up and letting her ride me fast. It doesn’t take long for her inner walls to clamp and pull, popping my knot into place.

“That’s right,” I rough out. “Come all over my knot. Fuck, yes, sweet girl. Milk this cock until your insides are soaked in me. I want your pussy to be glazed with it.”

I really do. Pumping my release into her and then locking it all in fills me with untold satisfaction. And knowing she already has Gunnar and Zane’s warming her belly makes it even better.

“My well-bred baby,” I grind. “So full with all your alphas’ cum. We all want to mark you, keep you stuffed with as much of us as we can.”

Her pussy snatches my knot as she comes again, the pleasure wracking her body in a hard shudder. My knot expands, sealing us together when I make good on my threats and paint her depths.

We both go down hard, me falling onto my back and Emma landing over my chest. Her back expands on short pants, but her eyes are already closed, her features slack.

Fuck. My sweet love.

She may be in good spirits, but her body is exhausted.

Worry takes root in my chest as I watch her melt into my embrace, her eyelids never so much as flinching. It’s been five whole days, and she still isn’t truly coming around. Tomorrow is Christmas—and I know she’ll be so sad if we miss it.

“This never happened during any of my volunteer sessions at the clinic,” I murmur to the others, feeling Knox approach as Gunnar and Zane untangle themselves from their heap of sweat-misted muscle. “She’s clearly wrung out. I wonder why her Omega isn’t satisfied yet.”

Our pack alpha starts purring when he gets to my side. I turn, letting Emma slip into the space between us so we can both soothe her if she wakes up again.

Gunnar and Zane start up, too. The four rumbles rolling together help me unwind a bit. My tired bones sink into the mattress. I soak in the silence and start to maybe even sleep a little before Gunnar asks, “Is it possible her Omega is too satisfied?”

My eyes crack open at the same moment Knox turns to frown over his shoulder. “What do you mean?”

“Like,” Gunnar posits, “if the other alphas made her feel like shit for being in heat and needing them, maybe this is the opposite of that?”

I’m not sure I follow, but Zane does. He goes wide-eyed as Knox narrows his gaze and clarifies, “So, her Omega is getting what she’s needed this whole time and doesn’t want to give it up?”

Collective silence swells between us.

Until Zane curses, of course.

“Fuck,” he laughs, “Are we doing too good a job?”

Gunnar shakes his head, peering over Knox to gaze lovingly at our omega. “Nothing could ever be too good for her. Look at her.”

Knox smirks softly. “Agreed. Still, I think Micah has a point. Tomorrow is Christmas. She’ll be devastated if she wakes up after it’s passed. I think we need to give her a jolt. Thoroughly wear her Omega out.”

Zane sighs, joking, “I mean, I have some ideas, gramps, but we’re all going to have to stretch first⁠—”

Gunnar scoffs, punching his arm. “You’re such a dick. This is serious. I want to bond with her now.”

Zane agrees, his second sigh sounding more genuine. “Okay, okay. Let’s get real. Anyone have any thoughts?”

I mentally tick down her list, scratching out things we’ve already done—DP, cockwarming, spitroasting⁠—

There’s only one thing left.

And about a dozen ways to combine it with her favorites.

“I think I have a plan.”