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

The next time she wakes up, Emma is bundled into my side.

Her eyes are still hazed, and she doesn’t say my name, but when I cup her cheek in my palm and scent-mark her forehead, I get a tiny smile that almost seems lucid.

I love that her Omega has felt so safe with us, but I also miss our girl. Her jokes and questions and eager curiosity. I know Emma’s still in there—I can see her right now—but she shouldn’t have to miss our first Christmas as a pack.

And Micah’s plan is insane.

Part of me wants to try it purely to see if it will actually work.

Another part can’t resist the unmatched pleasure of being in Emma’s sweet little cunt, no matter what lunacy I have to put up with to get there.

But mostly, I feel in my bones that I’m right about this. Her Omega is glorying in experiencing a heat with alphas who adore her—one big shock to her system might be enough for Emma to start feeling her way out of the haze.

“Hi, sunshine,” I murmur into her hair. Through the pod’s skylight, the last flecks of twilight fade into the clouds. “You let us all sleep for a bit, huh?”

She must have. After that last round, the four of us discussed our plans and then huddled around her for whatever rest we could scrape together. The sun was still shining when we all closed our eyes, so a few hours must have passed, at least.

I know that’s a good sign, even before Micah burrows closer to Emma’s back and skims his lips over her shoulder. When his hazel gaze snaps to mine, I can basically hear his thoughts.

She’s cooler.

Which means now is a good time for us to do this.

A deep vein of anticipation carves its way into my abdomen. I look down at her drowsy face and love expands to block my throat, turning my voice into a hoarse rasp. “What first?”

“One more round,” he says slowly, thinking while he examines her profile. “Then, I think she’ll be ready for us.”

Em hears that and lets out an excited squeak. The tiny whine rouses Knox, who lurches upright behind me. One glance between Micah and I has his stoic face splitting into a quick grin, though his tone is rough from the growl that echoes in his throat as he watches our omega stretch out her limbs. “There’s my baby girl.”

Zane pops up, too. “Holy shit,” he mutters, rubbing his brow with the heel of his hand. “Is that what sleep feels like?”

He flashes his signature smile when he sees the way I’m clutching Emma to my chest, then turns to Micah. “We’re good to go?”

Micah shrugs, sitting up. “As long as she is.”

Zane purrs, crawling over Micah’s lap to get between Emma’s legs. He sets his face against her belly and nuzzles there, humming, “Mm, what do you think, shona? Are you ready for a special treat?”

Her gaze sparkles while she nods, whining for a third time. Knox kneels up, reaching over to pet her hair. “You were a good girl, resting for us. Now that you have your strength back, you get all four of your alphas at once.”

The sticky, mouth-watering sweetness of cinnamon buns fills the nest. Thick and so warm—absolute perfection, especially when it blends with all of our scents.

Zane makes a pained sound, his brow pulling tight, and I realize she’s doused his chest with slick. When he sees the sheen of wetness glazing his pecs, he drags his finger through it and brings it to his mouth.

My brain breaks a little, but I’m not alone. Emma’s whole body quivers against me, her next whimper desperate.

“Alpha, please.”

“Let’s do it now. I don’t want her hurting,” Knox grunts.

His steely dominance lights a fire under all our asses. Micah shuffles to one end of the nest on his knees while our pack leader scoops Emma into his burly arms. Zane stares after her like a waiter’s just snatched his favorite dessert away before he could even take a bite.

I snort and slap his back. “Come on, Pretty Boy.”

As he snaps to his knees, all panther-like grace, I see he’s already harder than I am. His long cock bobs against his abs as he goes to the spot opposite Micah and lies down.

Something about the way he moves—without a care in the world—undoes the sudden tension surrounding my lungs. I’ve never done what we have planned before, but Zane told me he’d handle it and I believe him. Especially when I see how relaxed and happy he is, smiling softly as he watches Knox coo to our omega.

“So proud of you, honey,” he’s saying. “You’ve done so good.”

She purrs back at him, the small sound as bubbly and sweet as her moony smile. Knox can’t seem to keep a straight face when he looks at her—another grin splits his features and he drops a kiss to her forehead.

“You want this?” he checks, inhaling her scent for any hint of distress. “All four alpha cocks at the same time?”

Her next whine is a bit growlier, like she’s sick of all of us baiting her and wants her damn treat.

Fuck, she’s adorable.

I chuckle, moving closer to the others. Lingering beside Zane until he rolls that dark, playful gaze up to mine. “Fancy meeting you here, Hot Shot.”

Rolling my eyes, I nod at his erection. “How am I doing this?”

His lips twitch up at my impatient tone. “You’re getting on top of me,” he replies, all indolent charm.

“I’m bigger than you,” I point out, unease swooping through my stomach… along with something that feels a lot like excitement.

His brow quirks. “I’m longer than you.”

He means his dick. And that much is true—I’m wider, and my body likely weighs more, but he has the length for sure.

I glance down at myself and over at him again, contemplating. I hate to admit when I’m out of my depth—which is probably something I need to work on now that I’ll be in a pack—but I actually have no fucking idea what I’m doing when it comes to stuff with Zane.

He’s always kind about it, though. Sweet in a surprising way that reminds me why I decided he’s good enough for my sunshine.

“It’s okay,” he says, softer. “Just sit at the bottom of my torso, facing out, and slide down until we line up.”

I follow his directions. He props himself up on his elbows, biceps and traps bulging as he steadies us. With impressive core stability, he holds his body still while I awkwardly sling my leg over his hip.

His abs tighten under my ass as he lifts his pelvis slightly, waving his hard length between our spread thighs. “Good,” he grits. “Lie back…”

I listen, reclining as he does the same, until he’s underneath me with the back of my head on his left pectoral.

Chai spice rises off his throat, thick and hot. I feel my own scent swell in reply, balls tingling.

“Good,” he praises again, much quieter. His right hand clasps my shoulder and pushes lightly. “Now lower.”

That part makes perfect sense. I bend my knees a bit and slide against him until our dicks brush, both of us sucking sharp inhales through our teeth.

When the back of my knot presses into the front of his, he chokes on a growl. “Fuck, Gunnar.”

Emma answers, gasping a moan. When I glance across the mattress, I see that Knox and Micah have her propped between them, stroking and rubbing at her without any penetration. Preparing her—because she’s about to be as full as an omega can possibly get.

The thought alone makes my cock kick. It jerks into Zane’s, the glistening tip smearing wetness against mine. Emma watches while he reaches his long arm down and starts jacking us slowly, rolling our wide, warm cockheads together in the way I’ve come to love.

My head falls back on a pant. Fuck.

Emma loves that shit, too. My dirty, beautiful girl watches with rapt attention every time we touch each other, and now is no exception.

Her pink tongue darts out to lick her upper lip as I buck into Zane’s hand, pleasure zinging up my spine when he presses his spread fingertips along the veins pounding up my girth.

Fresh perfume fills the nest and Knox huffs it down, growling low in his chest as he brings our omega over to us. Moving with care, he lifts her over our laps.

“I want you to ride these alpha cocks, baby girl,” he husks, eyes glowing down at her. “And if you can manage that, Micah will fill your tight little ass, too.”

Zane holds our shafts together, aligning us both with Emma’s pussy. I feel the heat of her before she even touches me—wet warmth that bathes the last sliver of air between our bodies.

Under mine, Zane’s dick hardens even further. His extra length allows him to line us up just right. And the second Knox lets Emma go?

She plunges down.

Oh, holy fuck.

A shout tears out of me as her pussy glides around our swollen heads, pressing them tighter, smothering them in slick. Slippery muscles massage Zane and I against one another, every inch even more breath-taking than the one before it.

HOLY FUCK.

Micah’s chest vibrates on a purr while he slides into Emma’s back, holding most of her weight while still letting her ride us. Knox stands beside our tangle, reaching down and lightly gripping our girl’s hair in his fist, muttering praises.

“So goddamn beautiful. Your cunt was built for this, omega.”

Under me, Zane gnashes his teeth in a snarl. One of his hands comes up to grasp the hair at my crown while the other releases our cocks and moves to Emma’s hip.

Micah holds her up and Pretty Boy directs her pace, yanking her as far as she can go on every thrust. Stuffing our cocks into her silken whirlpool of heat… until she’s nearly taken us down to the root.

“Fuck, I want to come,” I bite out, catching Zane’s rhythm and matching the pump of my hips to his. “You’re so fucking perfect, Em.”

Over the slope of her shoulder, Micah nods his agreement. He scoops cinnamon slick off her thighs and gathers it in his palm. When he exhales hard, I assume he’s covering himself in her essence.

“That’s my good little miss,” Knox rumbles, stroking her face. “So good, we’re all going to give you our cum at the same time. You ready for Micah to stretch that cute little asshole?”

She keens, squeezing the absolute life out of me and Zane.

Jeeeeesus.

Fucking her suddenly feels like fighting for my life. I have to pound my throbbing cock into her, feel the way she grips me, feel the way Zane’s hardness glides against my own.

The harder I thrust, the more he slows, dragging in loud breaths and pulling at my hair while he curses. He lets me fuck her fast and furious, moving his hips in small circles under mine, rubbing the head of his cock against the underside of mine until I think I’ll go crazy from the tingles sparking there.

Emma’s body bucks as Micah starts to work his way into her ass. Zane and I both snarl—Micah’s cock is huge, and having it pressed under Zane’s makes our tight fit even snugger.

Way snugger.

Shit. Fuck. Damn it.

Emma’s mouth hangs open while she squirms over the three of us. Micah bands his arm around her waist, lifting her into the rolls of his hips and mine.

Zane’s hand drops from my hair to my thigh. He holds it against his in a demanding way that tells me he’s back in control.

I’m shocked at how easy it is to let him take over, setting a new pace in time with Micah’s. When the fireman alpha pulls back, Zane and I shove in deep. When we drop down, Micah surges forward.

Emma whines and moans, begging incoherently for bites and cum and more, more, more. Knox gentles her every time, waiting until we’ve all found a steady cadence before completing our circuit.

“Open up for Daddy, baby girl,” he directs, sending a soothing beat of steadiness over all of us. “Let me finish filling you up.”

Her bright eyes tear, happy sobs catching in her throat as he tilts his rigid cock between her lips.

“Shh,” he soothes, gritting his teeth while she licks him, “You’re okay, honey. You’re doing so well. We all love you so much, Emma.”

“So much,” Micah pants, dropping his forehead to her shoulder with a groan. “God, guys, I can’t⁠—”

I know the fucking feeling. My balls are so tight, jiggling over the soaked heat of Zane’s knot while his cock slides along mine. Emma’s walls squeeze and glide around us, tugging on both shafts when they’re not milking Micah. Her throat works as Knox steps closer, giving her the last few inches of his girth.

She’s glorious.

A goddamn dream.

Ours

Mine.

Zane feels me slow as I watch her in awe. He thrusts for us both, rolling in those smooth undulations he’s so skilled at. “Good boy,” he murmurs, all silk and sin. “You knot her, okay? I’m about to go off all over your nice, thick cock. Get you all lubed up to shove deep and seal both our cum in.”

Ungh.

Holy—

Fucking—

God.

His fingers dig into my thigh as he thrusts one final time and explodes. With a broken groan, I grind upward, barely giving him time to pull out before I lose control and knot Emma.

Feeling the new width stretching her through the thin wall between us, Micah curses and pushes deeper, a serrated sound ripping from his center while he comes, too.

Emma starts to twitch. Her slippery heat and Zane’s release surround my throbbing girth, swirling in the most perfect sensation I’ve ever experienced. My mind blinks offline, instinct overtaking me as Emma bears down, her own orgasm drawing mine out.

Knox waits until we’re all spent to fall over the edge. When Zane catches me against his chest, hooking an arm over my shoulder and across my neck, our pack leader relaxes.

His watchful, protective gaze snaps back to Emma’s face. All the tension leeches out of his body as he gives into her starved whines and shoots down her throat.

Micah is there to support her when she collapses. Knox shakes off his climax and follows, going to his knees at her side.

For a long moment, we all focus on remembering how to breathe.

Then, I hear a tiny oh-so-beloved giggle. And the words, “Oh holy night.”