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

A heavy hush falls over the nest as our omega assumes presenting position.

I don’t dare look. If I see her slick pussy raised high for the taking, I could lose my shit and start barking orders.

Gunnar, Zane, and Micah all turn to me, though.

Waiting.

Because I’m the pack alpha.

They trust me to run this heat. Emma trusts me. And her Omega does, too.

So I let all of the instincts I ordinarily keep leashed come to the surface—and the next thing I know, I’m in motion.

Making my way to the place in front of her. Not behind her. Because I somehow know she needs my reassurance more than she needs my dick right now.

I’m her alpha. The leader of her pack.

I belong wherever she needs me.

“Zane.” My Alpha’s voice cracks out, and I temper my dominance before continuing. “She needs a knot.”

I feel the question in his eyes, but instead of asking why I’m letting him go first, he gets into position. Dropping his dark eyes to the back of her hair, he reaches one shaky hand out and smooths her curls to the side, carefully turning her head to reveal her face.

“There you are, shona,” he whispers. “You need my knot?”

Her whines feel like metal shards scraping the inside of my skull. I grind my molars, holding in another bark.

It isn’t necessary, anyway. As soon as the shrill, needful sound sails out of her, the other alpha snaps upright. His hands find her hips and knead them with rhythmic rolls as he fits the head of his long, dark cock against her opening.

A rush of perfume fills the pod, and he groans, eyes transfixed on whatever her pussy does in response to the press of his wide, purple head. She must be on the verge already—her knees quiver while her ass bucks backward, the muscles in her lower back pulling taut under her creamy curves.

Goddamn it. I hate that she’s felt even a second of pain, but she’s beautiful like this. Wanting and waiting, begging wordlessly for a knot to fill her gorgeous, gushing cunt.

I’m not the only one who thinks so. Gunnar and Micah have their hands wrapped around their erections, watching along with me. When both of them position themselves in her line of sight, I relax a fraction.

They’re as amped up as I feel, but they’re still thinking about her. They want to be sure she can see them, at least at the beginning.

She should settle as her heat goes on and she gets used to all of us tending to her. But for now? This is all new to her Omega. She needs comfort and to know none of us will leave her side. Especially not when she’s in pain.

Zane starts pumping in steady thrusts, gasping, “Does this big cock feel good, baby? Because you feel so fucking perfect, I might never recover. Fuck, Emma. Yes. Pull me in deeper.”

Emma keens in reply. My Alpha hates that Zane works her up like this. He wants a knot in his omega right fucking now.

It’s fine, I grit to myself, holding my urges in check while Zane pounds his shaft into Emma. He’ll knot her in a minute and she’ll calm down.

Besides, this alpha obviously knows what he’s doing. It’s my first time witnessing the way he moves inside of her, but he handles her body like he’s been doing it for years. Knowing just when to speed up and slow down, keeping her on edge until he folds himself over her back and reaches between her thighs.

Fresh cinnamon perfection explodes as she screams her release and he roars, popping his knot into her. Chai mixes into the sweet cream squirting around his girth.

The tense lines of his face fall into a slack expression of awe, but Emma’s only loosen a little before twitching right back to distress. Zane purrs, draping himself around her back while he murmurs praises and reassurances. She writhes, agitated.

“Bite,” she begs, almost sobbing. “Please, Alpha. Please.”

Zane’s rumbling chest catches as he speaks into the soft skin covering her spine. “Oh, baby, I want to. I will, but we have to wait, okay?”

The pitiful sound she makes in response is enough to break my fucking heart. When I hear it, I suddenly know exactly why she needed me in this position.

“Hey,” I hum, stroking her hair. “Look at me, baby girl.”

Glassy green eyes swing up to my face, a tear spilling over her nose. “I’m right here,” I remind her, hoarse. “I’m here, and I see you, omega. I’m listening. I won’t let you hurt, honey.”

She blinks as she tries to absorb my words. More tears follow the first. My Alpha rages, but I ignore his fury and focus on the instincts underneath, carefully maneuvering her so Zane can stay knotted while her head rests on my left quad.

The second her cheek touches the sensitive skin along the inside of my thigh, I feel her heat in a whole different way. A sizzling charge races up to my groin, forcing a twitch of pre-cum from my throbbing cock.

Emma’s eyes track the thick, white droplet. For a second, I’m relieved to see her signature eagerness—but she hesitates, skirting a fearful look up to me.

She’s scared, I realize. Or her Omega is.

Which means those assholes who had her last heat with her must have been more cruel than she allowed herself to remember.

When this heat is over and I have time to make some calls… my Christmas gift to myself will be ensuring those pieces of shit never get another investor as long as they live.

There’s no time for that now, though, so I shove my anger aside and focus on reassuring my baby girl that she has nothing to be afraid of.

“Omega,” I bark softly. “That’s yours. My cock, my knot, my cum. It’s all yours, honey. You can take it whenever you want it.”

Without any more delay, she scrambles closer, finding the broad, pulsing head and sucking it right into her mouth.

Fucking hell.

The wet heat of her lips and tongue stroke the pounding veins pumping under the thin skin. She sucks away my pre-cum with a starved moan, hugging me around the top of my hips as she bends her neck to slide further down.

Instead of sucking harder or bobbing back up, though, Emma just stays there. Zane caresses her back, running his hands over her body in soothing passes. His dark eyes meet mine in puzzlement, both of us trying to figure out what she wants.

Micah shuffles forward with Gunnar right behind him. The hockey pro seems as confused as we are, but Micah’s expression turns solemn. He touches her cheek lightly, a sad smile pulling at his lips.

“She may not be doing it to make you come. She might just like the feeling of having you so close. Some omegas like to suckle their alphas’ cocks for comfort during heats,” he explains, leaning away to give me space as he frowns again. “She may have been afraid to ask us or tell us before because of… past experiences.”

I feel like my chest is being cleaved in two when I turn back to Emma. The skittish twinge of her brow, the uncertainty in her hazy gaze, the way her fingers tremble as they cling to my back.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I rasp, dragging my palm to her nape and squeezing to capture her full attention. “You want to have me in your mouth while you have Zane’s knot in your pussy?”

Her answering nod is timid. My throat thickens.

“You’re perfect,” I assure her. “It feels so good, baby girl. I love it. You can suck on my cock as long as you want. And swallow anything I give you, hmm?”

Relief shines through her murky eyes. She huddles a little closer, settling in with her cheek pressed to my abdomen and my hard shaft softly sealed between her lips. When her eyes close in contentment, I nearly break.

Her trust is everything to me. I didn’t realize how much I craved it until this moment.

It’s going to be nearly impossible to wait to bond with her. I want the connection now. So she can feel with every breath exactly how much I love her.

And how incredible this is.

It’s a level of intimacy that I never dreamed of. Unhurried, with no drive for any sort of result aside from closeness.

I want her to know how goddamn good that feels.

Her tongue laps against the underside of my cock while velvet warmth surrounds the top. Her full lips shift every few breaths, dragging up, sinking back down. Each time she swallows, there’s a sudden clutch of heat that makes me want to groan.

Speaking over a lump, I work to keep my voice steady. “That’s my girl. You make me so proud, you know that? No one has a better omega than our pack. No one.”

She whimpers and scoots closer.

“I’m right here,” I rumble, purring louder. “I’m right here, and Zane is still in you, baby. He’s been purring for you this whole time. I bet you feel it in your pussy, hmm?”

When Zane hisses, I know she’s clamped down on his deflating knot. He glances over to the others, telling them they need to get ready. I hear them discuss it among themselves, but it feels like Emma and I are in our own little bubble.

I push her hair off her face again, massaging her scalp until her eyelids flutter. “You and I are going to do this all the time,” I promise. “Anytime you need comfort, you’re going to tell Daddy you want to suck this cock.”

Zane disengages just as Emma moans, perfume and slick pouring out of her in a spice-tinged rush. Gunnar’s head falls back on a sobbed groan. He grips the base of his thick erection with white-knuckled force. “Fuuuuuck.”

Something has snapped into place—for me and my Alpha. Because before her next whine even leaves her lips, I know what she needs.

“Gunnar,” I grunt. “She needs more than one of us.”

With a louder purr and some gentle shushing, I pull her mouth off me and lift her into my body. She only has time to rub her soaked slit down my abdomen once before I’ve positioned her over my throbbing dick and yanked her hips down.

Fucking—

Her cunt is mind-melting. Hotter than ever before, searing my cock with her slick, clenching core. It tugs me all the way in, until my knot slaps the underside of her swollen clit with every jerky bounce of her hips.

Shit.

I loose a growl, digging my fingertips into her plush waist. Sinking into her softness in every way. Relishing it.

Gunnar wastes no time, moving into position and reaching down to gather her arousal without thinking twice about how much he has to touch my knot in the process. While he works his fingers into her ass, Micah comes around my shoulder where Emma will still be able to see him.

“Did you hear your alpha, sweet girl?” he whispers, nuzzling his forehead against hers. “You’re doing so good. He’s so proud of you. We all are.”

God. My lungs tweak tighter with every word. Then stutter entirely when Zane appears at my other side and puts one of our extra pillows behind my shoulders, ensuring Emma can ride me as hard as she wants without anyone needing to move.

I’ve had sex as part of a pack before, but it never felt like this. Like we’re all helping each other—building up one another’s relationships with our girl as much as we bolster our own.

Because they care, I realize. About her and all of us.

Even me.

Gunnar waits for me to look at him before he starts fitting his own cock into her. She’s already strangling the cum out of me, but she must be even tighter back there because he only gets a third of the way in before he’s panting.

“Fuck, Em,” he growls, “Beautiful, dirty omega. I love seeing you skewered on two alpha cocks. Makes my knot so fucking hard.”

Our omega gushes around me, soaking us both. His knot slips against mine, and I feel release barrel down my spine, lighting each vertebra on fire while I pound my hips up harder.

She takes it deeper, her pussy pulling in hungry squelches that suck my knot past the tight ring of her opening. It jolts into place, pressing into all the secret spots where she needs me most. Rubbing and tugging against her bucking thrusts and Gunnar’s maddening pumps into her ass.

Her body locks down on us both, forcing a shout from Gunnar and a serrated snarl out of me. My vision flashes white as she squeezes us both, hiding her face in my shoulder, writhing and moaning.

Another beautiful burst of slick squirts out of her cunt, dribbling down my balls and Gunnar’s pulsing knot. When he feels it, I sense his body tense, jetting into her ass.

Dragging in a loud breath, he falls against her, rubbing his face between her shoulder blades while I support their weight.

But as he settles there, his purr rattling to comfort our girl, I don’t feel smothered. Not even when Micah settles beside one of my thighs and Zane the other, both of them reaching into our tangle to stroke Emma’s arms and help her come down from her orgasm.

No.

I only feel… pride. Satisfaction.

And the swooping knowledge that this is just the beginning.