Knot Over (Omega Den #3)

13. Kaylani

Chapter 13

Kaylani

A s the aftershocks of another climax ripple through me, a cry of pleasure escapes my lips. Vaughn's grip on my throat releases and he smooths back my hair from my sweaty face, murmuring sweet praise into my ear. His look of complete adoration steals whatever breath I have left in my lungs. There's something about being in Vaughn’s arms like this. He makes me feel safe, protected, and dare I say it… loved too. My eyes prick with tears, emotions spiraling out of control. The warmth of his body against mine is a comfort I’ve only ever found with him, and in these moments the world outside fades away.

“What is it, doll? What’s on your mind?” Vaughn’s voice is soft, his dark eyes searching mine with a tenderness that pulls me in. It's the same look he gives Creed. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

The warmth in his voice tightens my chest. I force a watery smile, trying to hold myself together. His presence is calming, and I don’t want to ruin this moment with the storm raging inside me. One hand braces himself above me while the other smooths a stray strand of hair from my face. That simple gesture makes my heart ache with longing.

“I’ve been thinking a lot,” I start, my voice wavering slightly. “About everything… about Adam .” His name tastes bitter on my tongue, but I need to say it. I need to face it.

Vaughn’s eyes darken, his grip on me tightening just a fraction. “You don’t have to talk about him if you’re not ready,” he murmurs, but I shake my head.

“No, I need to,” I insist, my voice growing stronger. “I told Liam I wanted to take Adam down. Make him pay for everything he has done to me. To my pack." I exhale heavily. "It’s the only way I’ll ever be free of him, of the nightmares. But to do that, I need to learn how to defend myself.”

His brows knit together in concern, but there’s also a spark of understanding in his eyes. “Kay, you don’t have to do this alone. We’re all here to protect you.”

“I know,” I whisper, my heart swelling at the thought of my pack standing behind me. “But this is something I have to do for myself. I need to be able to fight back. I need to know that if I ever face him again, I won’t be helpless. I won’t be that scared girl he tried to break.”

The memories of those dark times flash in my mind—Vaughn holding me as I trembled in Hux's bed all those months ago. Of him chasing away my nightmares after the night at the estate when he saved me from Adam. I've always felt safe with Vaughn, and I know he would have killed Adam that night if I'd let him. In fact, for a moment I had thought he did. But I need to be able to stand on my own two feet.

I can’t rely on my pack for this. I need to take back some control in my life. Fight back. For once. For me. I meet Vaughn's gaze again as he patiently waits for me to continue. He really is the perfect beta.

“I want you to teach me to fight,” I say, my voice firm. “You’re the only one I trust to show me how to defend myself.”

Vaughn’s eyes widen in surprise, but there’s a flicker of pride in them too. He studies me for a long moment, as if weighing my resolve. “You’re serious about this.”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything,” I reply, holding his gaze. “I need to do this, Vaughn. I need to be strong enough to face Adam, to take back control of my life. I hid behind Heat in fear of what would happen when my heat actually came. I was afraid I would let Adam in again, afraid he would hurt me. I don't want to feel that helpless ever again.”

He exhales slowly, his hand cupping my cheek with a gentleness that makes my chest tighten. “Alright, doll. I’ll teach you. But know this—you’re already stronger than you think. You’ve survived things most people wouldn’t even be able to comprehend. But if learning to fight brings you some semblance of control, I would be honored to teach you.”

Relief washes over me, and I lean into his touch, closing my eyes. “Thank you. I couldn’t do this without you.”

“You’re mine to protect. Remember? Always,” he promises. “I'll help you face your fears on your terms, and you’ll finally be free.” His words sink into me, giving me the strength I need to keep going. Vaughn, believing in me, believing I can fight back and take control of my life again, begins to settle the storm raging inside me. It's like a lifeline, anchoring me to the possibility of a future where I'm not defined by my past, but by the strength I’ve found to overcome it.

Just then, a deep voice groans from the doorway.

“Damn, seeing the two of you together is so fucking sexy.” Creed stands there holding a bottle of water, his chest heaving with every breath. His eyes flicker between Vaughn and me, a raw hunger in his gaze.

"Creed," I moan unabashedly, the sight of him only intensifying the need coursing through me.

Vaughn pulls back, his breath coming in ragged pants as he glances over at Creed. The slight shift of his hips drags out a moan of pleasure from me, each movement intensifying the ache inside. My heart races. If I can’t have my alpha’s knot, I'll have both my omega and beta together.

"About fucking time you got here, love. Our little minx is insatiable and needs a knot." Vaughn’s dark gaze shifts back to me, filled with dark promises that make me shiver in anticipation of what’s to come. "So we'll have to improvise."

Creed pads across the room to the side of the bed, his caramel scent enveloping me. My body reacts to him, instantly clamping down on Vaughn's cock. "Fuck," he groans, his head falling back in pleasure as my pussy pulses.

"Give her some water before I lose my fucking mind," Vaughn commands, his voice tight with restraint.

Creed doesn’t hesitate, gently lifting my head and helping me drink the cool liquid. I gulp it down greedily, some of it spilling past my lips and pooling on the nest of blankets beneath me. When Vaughn slips free, stepping back from the bed, I can’t help the moan of protest that escapes my lips.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my body trembling with unspent need.

Vaughn palms his still-hard cock, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Like I said, doll. Creed and I don’t have a knot. But there are other ways to keep you satisfied."

Creed wipes my forehead with a damp cloth, his touch soothing as he sets the half-empty water bottle on the side table. Despite his gentle care, my gaze is locked on Vaughn, my heart racing with anticipation.

"If you need to rest, tiny, just say the word, okay?" Creed’s eyes meet mine, and sensing my hesitation, he adds, "You're in control of all this. You know that, don’t you?" His hand settles on my hip, a steadying presence in the midst of my chaos.

"I want you both," I breathe out, my voice shaky with desire.

"Then get up, Kaylani," Creed growls, sending a shiver down my spine. Slowly, I rise on unsteady legs, Creed supporting my elbow as he steers me toward the floor to ceiling mirror.

"Look at that slick pouring down your legs," Creed moans into my ear, his teeth grazing my skin with a soft nip. I suck in a sharp breath, my nerves tingling with anticipation. The uncertainty of when another wave of pain might strike only heightens my tension.

"Now, tiny, you have a decision to make," Creed whispers, his breath hot against my ear. My gaze flicks to Vaughn, searching for answers.

"Is he there?" Vaughn asks, his smile widening as he glances at the mirror.

I furrow my brows in confusion. "What are you talking about?" I ask, turning my gaze to Creed.

"This is a one-way glass," Creed explains, his voice laced with dark promises. "You might have an admirer, tiny. Do you want to be watched?"

My heart races at the thought of someone on the other side of the glass, but the only one I want watching is Hux. If he can’t be in the room with us, at least he's close. Knowing that he’s watching sends another wave of slick down my thighs. I press my legs together, trying to contain the surge of arousal, but Vaughn steps up behind me, chuckling wickedly into my ear and making my thighs even wetter.

"I think she likes the idea of him watching," Creed teases, though there’s an undercurrent of anticipation in his voice.

Vaughn’s chest brushes against my back, trapping me between them once more in this swirling vortex of sensation. Creed’s teasing only fuels my desire, making me want them even more.

"Decide, doll," Vaughn taunts, his lips trailing kisses along my jaw. His large hand wraps around the back of my neck, gently squeezing as Creed’s hand rests on the front of my throat, their fingertips touching, completely trapping me at their mercy.

"I want Hux to watch," I murmur, going in their arms.

Vaughn scoops me up, nestling me into his chest. "That's a good girl, good choice," he chuckles, carrying me back to Creed's nest.

Creed's nest.

The thought reminds me I don't have one of my own and my gaze flicks back to the wall of mirrors. I stare back at my disheveled self, pink hair plastered to my forehead, cheeks flushed. Mascara runs down my face, and I look terrible, but there's a wideness in my eyes I've never seen before, and right now, I don't care what I look like. The girl staring back at me isn't afraid, isn't nervous, and it's invigorating. Any doubt or uncertainty I had just been feeling evaporates instantly and I feel freed.

"So, is Hux really on the other side of the mirror?" I ask as Vaughn gently places me back on the nest of blankets, coating me in my pack scent.

Fresh brewed coffee.

The bed dips as Creed crawls up next to me, his mouth finding my neck again as he sucks on my pulse point.

"Does that turn you on, doll? Knowing our alpha is about to watch us both fuck you at the same time?" Vaughn growls darkly.

I turn away from the girl in the mirror to find Vaughn standing there, his tattoos on full display, each one telling a story. A sheen of sweat coats his abs and he's never looked more delicious. "Yesss," I slur as I drink him in.

Creed's lips ghost against my skin as he murmurs, "I want you so bad, tiny." The desperation in my omega's voice sends shivers cascading down my body. I moan, closing my eyes as I savor his caramel scent and his soft lips against my heated skin.

"Pet, lay down on the bed like a good boy," Vaughn demands. My eyes crack open at the darkness and heat in his voice.

It drives me wild.

As Creed crawls up the bed, Vaughn’s gaze follows him with a mix of longing and intensity that takes my breath away. The love in his eyes is undeniable, a dark and devious devotion that he tries to mask with his usual smirk.

But I see it, clear as day. Even through my own haze.

Once Creed is in position, Vaughn’s eyes shift back to me, catching me in the act of watching him. My heart skips a beat as our eyes lock, and I quickly drop my gaze, following the curves of his chest down to the patch of hair that leads to where his hand is lazily pumping his cock. My mouth goes dry at the sight, the tension in the room thickening as desire courses through me.

I might have just had him but I wasn't done with my beta yet.

"Do you wanna be my little doll, Kaylani? Let me use you?" Vaughn asks, biting his lip.

The memory of when I first questioned him about calling me his doll flashes in my mind. He’d kissed me and said, 'I call you my doll because of your strength, your beauty, and the light you bring to those around you.' Then, he kissed away my doubts. And now, with the heat surging through me, I want it. I want to be his little doll. Because now I trust him not to break me.

"Yes I do," I practically beg, the words spilling from my lips without hesitation.

"Good. Now crawl your sexy ass up the bed and show me how you can please our pet." Vaughn’s gaze slides between Creed and me, a wicked smile exposing his perfectly white teeth. "He looks hot for you, doll. Seeing his beta and omega fucking has gotten him nice and hard for you. Now get up there and soothe the ache you've caused him." I do as he demands, my core throbbing in anticipation.

Creed and Vaughn exchange a charged look, a silent conversation I can't focus on. My hands land on Creed’s chest, and my body shivers as I settle my slit over his raging hard-on

"FUUCCKKK ," Creed groans as he pulls me down on top of him. We both gasp as I sink down, feeling him stretch me deliciously.

But it's not enough.

I need more.

I let out a whimper of frustration, yearning for the complete fullness only a knot can provide. "Don’t you worry, we know what you want," Vaughn murmurs, his voice a low purr. "You want to be stuffed so full of cock you can’t even move, can’t even think."

He crawls up the edge of the bed behind me, brushing my hair off my shoulder and biting it softly. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, my eyes falling closed. My body is a whirlwind of pleasure and frustration, craving more, needing that final piece to make everything complete. Vaughn’s hands begin their descent down the curves of my back, settling on my hips. He lifts my hips and thrusts me back down on Creed’s cock, making us both moan in pleasure as he controls our movements.

But still, it's not enough, and I let out another whimper.

Vaughn shushes me, his fingers trailing down the crack of my ass, settling at the junction between my thighs. His fingers push into my pussy alongside Creed's cock, and I gasp at the unexpected intrusion.

"What are you doing?" I ask, having been expecting him to enter through the back, not in the same hole as Creed. He pushes deeper, his fingers moving in rhythm with Creed’s thrusts. After a few strokes, he adds another finger, spreading them wide inside me. Creed and I groan in unison and my pleasure builds higher until I'm teetering on the edge.

"That’s it, my doll. Take it, take your pleasure like a good girl," Vaughn growls, pulling his fingers free. His sticky hand finds the middle of my back, and he presses me down until I’m flush against Creed's chest, panting for breath. I glance over my shoulder at him as Creed begins to toy with the strands of my hair, his breath warm against my face.

Am I really doing this?

Two dicks… in the same hole.

Oh god, how are they both going to fit?

My eyes flicker to the mirror again, knowing Hux is watching us from the other side. The thought of my alpha nearby settles the storm inside me to a dull roar, grounding me in the chaos.

"Relax, pet," Vaughn purrs in my ear, the sound of him calling me ‘pet’ sending a shiver of anticipation through my body. I loved seeing him dominate Creed, and knowing he’s about to do the same to me makes my breath come in ragged gasps.

His hands grip my hips, lifting them just enough to position his cock alongside Creed’s. Slowly, he lowers me onto them both, and I cry out, my hands clutching at the sheets as my body tenses from the overwhelming stretch.

"Relax, my beautiful, precious pet. That’s an order," Vaughn growls through gritted teeth, trying to hold back from thrusting into me fully. "You're doing a good job, my little doll," he adds as the stretch of them both steals my breath.

"Wait!" I scream, a sudden wave of fear washing over me. Everything feels like it’s spinning out of control, and the only thing I want is my alpha. "I want to see Hux," I whimper, my voice trembling.

I know the scent of an alpha could push me over the edge, but I hope that seeing Hux’s steady, calm presence will help me through this. My body shakes as I hold myself in position, teetering on the edge of pleasure and panic, desperately clinging to the thought of my alpha to steady me.

I watch Creed’s reflection as he nods toward the mirror, and suddenly, the glass reveals another room on the other side, furnished with two lounge chairs and a coffee table. Hux stands behind them, arms crossed over his broad chest, his tie loosened and hanging limp against his fitted shirt.

"Alpha?" I whisper, my voice trembling.

"It's okay, kitten. I'm right here," he says, his voice coming over a loudspeaker in the room. I let out a shaky breath just hearing his voice as it settles something inside of me. Creed continues to play with my hair, nestling his nose into me, marking me with his scent.

I let out a satisfied moan.

Without realizing it, my body has already begun to relax, and Vaughn slides another inch into me. With how wet I am, there is little resistance. A collective groan echoes from my pack, my alpha's loud and sexy over the speaker.

"That's it, tiny," Creed says, his voice a soothing balm as he continues to stroke my face with gentle touches. I look up into his bright green eyes, his brow coated in sweat, and find a strange sense of comfort in his intense gaze.

"On the count of three, pet," Vaughn warns, his voice thick with desire. His hands on my back move to my hips, spreading my cheeks and massaging them gently. "One," he begins, slowly pushing inside me, and I groan alongside Creed.

"Two. Almost there, pet. You look so fucking hot stuffed full of our cocks," Vaughn chuckles darkly, his tone sending shivers down my spine.

"What are you doing just--" I cry out as he bottoms out inside of me, pulling my hips towards him. The most delicious pain and pleasure I've ever experienced in my life cascades through my body in waves, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I try to catch my breath. Creed's massive hands pull me closer, pushing me up and down both of their shafts. I can think of nothing else, feel nothing else but them. I'm surrounded by their scents, their sounds, the wet symphony of my slick echoing around the room.

“You look beautiful, kitten,” Hux’s voice rumbles over the speaker, deep and commanding. “Eyes on me when you come.” The alpha bark in his tone is impossible to resist, a primal command that sends a thrill through me.

I force my eyes open and lock onto him in the mirror. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, his tie discarded on the coffee table, and his cock is gripped tightly in his right hand. The other hand is pressed against the mirror, as if he’s trying to reach through the glass to me. He looks like a tattooed god, every inch of him taut and powerful as he watches us, pumping in rhythm with Vaughn’s movements.

Pleasure crashes over me, twisting my stomach into delicious, painful knots that steal my breath.

“FUCK!” Creed yells, his hands digging into my back as he comes deep inside me. The intensity of our shared release leaves us both limp, collapsing into each other as the pleasure begins to fade.

But Vaughn doesn’t stop.

He lifts me as if I weigh nothing, slamming me back down again and again until he too groans, his release filling me alongside Creed’s. “Damn, my filthy little pets,” he pants. I glance over my shoulder at him, too spent to form a proper response. A satisfied smirk paints his lips as we all collapse onto the nest of blankets, their cocks still buried deep inside me. Vaughn slaps my ass—hard—and I let out a breathy moan, too satisfied to care. Too content to just be within their arms.