Knot My Sin: Chapter 28

Shaw and I found a ready to assemble she-shed kit at the hardware store, and then bought all the lumber to make the add-ons the girls asked for. It took three days to get it together, paint, construct the built-in bookcases, and put in the lighting and chandelier.

The chandelier was Flynn’s suggestion, and looking around the shed, I have to admit it was perfect.

“The girls are going to freak out,” Flynn murmurs as he stands there with me.

“I can’t believe it was so easy to put together,” Shaw says with a chuckle. “Four people working on it definitely made a difference though.”

Ambrose has a quiet grin as he surveys the area, just taking in the beauty, and probably imagining the squeals of excitement.

We constructed the she-shed toward the back of the garden we’re setting up, so they’d have a view of the smaller lake back there from the windows that face it. There’s also a porch for them to work outside while the weather is nice, heating for when it’s too fucking cold to live, and we painted the inside of the building in navy and teal.

The outside of the building is a slate gray with white window trimmings, and I have to admit that we outdid ourselves.

“Aisling is at the house now, right?” I ask as I look around to make sure it’s perfect. Flynn helped us order the right color pillows, curtains, and blankets, and they each have their own desk and chairs. I found these cool desk chairs where they’re wide enough for you to sit with your legs crossed.

Damn, they really are going to freak out when they see their three room she-shed.

“We may have gone overboard, just a little,” Shaw admits, blushing. Damn, it’s really cute. He rarely gets embarrassed like this.

Throwing my arm around his shoulders, I squeeze them as I glance over my head at the glittering white and gold chandelier and then over at the built in shelving for their books. There’s also a little pantry for their snacks, so they won’t have to come inside unless they want to.

“There’s nothing wrong with spoiling our omega and her new business partner,” I tell him with a shrug. “Just be ready for the screaming when they see this place. They’ve been really disciplined and haven’t come out to look at the progress at all.”

“I think they’ve been so engrossed in planning, it’s helped keep their minds off this,” Flynn says knowingly. He’s been bringing them snacks over the past few days. “Aisling also had a lot of questions for me about the dating service we went through when we first met, too.”

“Yeah? Is she thinking about reaching out to Hollis?” Shaw asks. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea as a way to pick her mind for how to help omegas connect safely with other packs.”

“Exactly,” Flynn says, nodding as we do another walk through the shed. “I gave her Hollis’ name and number, and they’re going to have a meeting next week. Wren has also been talking with her brother because they’ve set the date for the fundraiser.”

“When is it?” Shaw asks, pulling out his phone to put it in the calendar.

“July first,” Flynn says with a small smirk.

“Fuck, that’s in like three weeks,” I grunt, eyes wide. “We’re going to have to hope it all works around your heat.”

“Ah, possibly Wren’s heat too. The doctor says that it may come back with a vengeance as she gets more settled and feels safer,” Flynn says, his neck flushing.

“Baby boy, did you keep that in your back pocket to tell us now?” Shaw growls. Yeah, I had no idea about this either.

“There was no real way to broach it till now,” our omega says with a shrug. “Are you going to spank me for it, Daddy?”

Flynn perfumes as we groan, adjusting ourselves.

“We should probably air out their shed before I’m forced to fuck you over the sofa arm,” I mutter, opening a window.

Flynn grins as he opens a window as well, and we walk outside to get the girls.

“I definitely want to talk to Corbin at some point, and do our due diligence and get back to interrogating Crowson before we kill him. I want to eliminate anything and anyone who may pose a danger to us,” Shaw grunts.

“You will,” Flynn says simply with a smile. “If you can tell me when that’s going to happen, I’ll see if Aisling wants to come over for pizza and a movie with Wren and I.”

The simplicity of his statement makes me smile in happiness. Flynn’s been pretty isolated because of his social anxiety for years. He’s always insisted that he was happy with us, and didn’t want to make friends. It also shows our idea of normal is different from others, because of our need for security.

The other omegas in the families are also really fucking catty, and made Flynn want to stab them, even though he’s not typically violent.

“I think that’s a fantastic idea,” I say with a nod. “Aisling seems nice.”

“She is,” Flynn confirms. “I sat in on one of their brainstorming sessions, and they asked me questions about what a male omega needs who may not have proper support.”

“Good,” Amb says. “I read the other day that there’s a rise in homeless male omegas. Their parents expect them to be betas or alphas, and are disappointed when they aren’t.”

Flynn makes an annoyed sound, and I know he’s thinking about his parents. He was really lucky that they’re so amazing. Linking my fingers in his, I decide something.

“When things are a little more settled, we should go see your parents,” I say. “They can meet Wren.”

Flynn’s eyes light up, and Amb and Shaw purr in agreement.

“Sounds like we have some plans to make,” Shaw says with a smile as we walk into the house. “Okay, ladies, your surprise is ready.”

As we walk into the living room, Aisling and Wren grin up at us from the couch. I know they can’t see the shed from where they’re sitting.

“What are you two up to?” I ask, smirking.

“Nothing, just solidifying some things,” Aisling says, standing.

“Hollis said that she’s willing to help us with figuring out a service for omegas to find packs, if they’re interested,” Wren explains. “Our goal is to create a full service outreach and shelter for omegas.”

“We’ll start with Minneapolis, which isn’t far from here, and find a building that’ll work from some of the fundraiser money raised,” Aisling says. “I have a list of people to send invitations to for it. They’re all printed, I just need to pop them in the mail later today.”

“I think omegas should run the world,” Ambrose says, dazed. Wren grins as she walks up the steps of the living room to give him a hug.

“Good alpha points you’re racking up there,” Aisling teases as we start walking toward the back door.

“You’re getting together what most people have passing thoughts about and never follow through on,” I remind her. “I would definitely invite the mayor and city dignitaries to this if they’re not already on the list.”

“They are,” Aisling says with a nod. “I also invited some bloggers that speak out about the auctions and how they haven’t been outlawed yet. I want some positive publicity about the organization we’re creating, and they know to be on their best behavior for it.”

“It’s all coming together so fast,” Wren says with a smile. “Hopefully we can start helping people soon.”

The afternoon air is warm as we walk across the backyard, and Aisling looks around with wide eyes.

“You really did amazing with this area,” she says wistfully. I wonder if she misses having alphas, and if she’s reaching out to Hollis for herself as well.

It may be the only way her father will let her date outside of an arranged marriage.

“Thanks,” I say with a smile. “I designed it while Wren was on a date with Ambrose.”

“They surprised me,” Wren says shyly.

Aisling loops her arm through Wren’s, giving her a squeeze.

“As they should,” she says with a nod. “You deserve to be spoiled, babe.”

Flynn glances at Aisling while biting his lip, thinking, and I have a feeling he’s wondering about her dating life too. If she wants help, she’ll ask, but it’s a sensitive subject so I won’t push about it.

“Ladies, here is your new work space,” I say grandly as we walk out from under a new archway I set up.

“It’s huge,” Aisling says, dropping her mouth in shock. “You alphas are insane.”

“Don’t settle for anything else,” I tell her before I can stop myself.

She grins at me, inclining her head in thanks before pulling Wren up the porch steps and into their shed.

“Oh my God!” Wren squeals, making us chuckle before we follow her inside. “Are you for real right now?”

“Anything you don’t like, go ahead and change,” Shaw says as he finds them in one of the rooms, looking around in awe. “We worked within what you wanted, and Flynn helped with pillows and decorations.”

“It’s absolutely perfect,” Aisling says, eyes wide. “Thank you. This is so much more than I could have imagined.”

Wren gives each of us a hug, brushing away a few happy tears. “Same. I should stop underestimating you guys. This is the perfect working space.”

The girls look around laughing and talking excitedly, making sure to shut all the windows before we leave.

Shaw disappears for a little while, catching up as we start walking back inside.

“Hey, Aisling, the guys and I have to take out the trash tomorrow night. Want to come over and hang with Flynn and Wren while we do that?” Shaw asks, rubbing his tattooed hand over his face.

“I’m always happy to hang out, as obvious by the fact that I’ve been here almost every day this week,” Aisling teases him. “Does this have anything to do with Corbin’s brother?”

“Yep,” he says, lips tightly sealed.

Rolling her eyes, Aisling nods. “Make it hurt, please,” she says sweetly. “Can we watch horror movies and eat pizza? Dad is dating someone new, and she’s a body shamer.”

Wrinkling her nose, Wren turns to her in disbelief. “You’re perfect, what the fuck is wrong with her?”

Go, baby, go. I hate people who body shame, and as I glance at Shaw, he nods at me. That woman will be gone by tomorrow. This is something we can help with, and I’m sure Shaw will be on the phone with Aisling’s father tonight.

As we say goodbye to Aisling after she packs up her things, we make sure she gets into her car safely and out the gate.

“You four outdid yourselves,” Wren purrs as she puts her hands on her hips. As our hungry eyes take in her legs in a pair of shorts and a tank-top, she perfumes for us, biting her lip.

“Hmm, I think our beautiful omega needs to have her pretty pussy knotted,” Shaw growls. Wren rubs her thighs together, making me jump at her and throw her over my shoulder.

Caught up in things, I spank her ass, and Flynn’s eyes widens. He’s just about to reprimand me when he watches as her shorts dampen with slick.

“Oh damn,” he mutters. “Do you like that, Little One?”

“Um, I shouldn’t, right?” Wren says, confused.

“Right and wrong doesn’t really matter when you’re with us, honey,” Amb murmurs, lifting her face to look at him. “If you like it, then that’s all we need to know.”

“Remember we talked about my rules, brat?” I ask her, watching Flynn’s eyes dilate. He groans as he perfumes, and Shaw walks over to palm his cock through his pants.

“Mmhmm,” Wren says.

I swat her ass harder, making her gasp as she squirms before I rub the sting away slowly.

“No, little omega. It’s ‘yes, alpha.’ Is that clear?” I growl.

She’s practically writhing in my arms at this point, and slick is dripping down her thighs.

“Yes, alpha,” she rasps, making Flynn drop his head back on Shaw’s shoulder.

“Fuck me,” Flynn whimpers.

“If you’re a very good boy, and promise not to make any noise, I’ll knot you while I call Aisling’s dad, so he can break up with that cunt he’s dating,” Shaw rumbles.

Wren twists in my arms to look at Shaw, and I turn so she can see him easier.

“Seriously? You’re going to talk to him about how Aisling is being shamed for eating normal food?” she asks.

“You better believe it, Sweetness,” he says. His eyes are fierce as he speaks to her, making me smile as Wren simply stares at him in awe. “She’s your friend, and spending a lot of time here, therefore the pack is claiming her as a friend. No one fucks with our people.”

“I love you,” Wren sighs happily.

“Be good for Everest and Ambrose while I take care of some business,” Shaw says. “Coming, Flynn?”

“Um, I hope so,” my omega says hopefully, following him.

Chuckling, I turn to see Amb looking at me nervously.

“Are you sure you want me with you guys for this?” he asks.

I know he’s been struggling right now with where he stands with Wren, and I think this would be good for them. Unbuttoning Wren’s shorts, I pull them off with her panties and throw them to the side. Pushing my fingers into her tight pussy, I fuck her with them slowly.

The perfect lie detector.

“Wren, do you want Amb to join us?” I ask her, making sure he can see what I’m doing.

Her walls clamp down on my fingers as she moans, and more slick pushes out of her tight channel.

“Yes… Yes, alpha,” she whimpers. “Please.”

Pushing her as I rub her clit with my knuckles, I ask, “Do you think you’d be up for him knotting your ass, little omega?”

There’s silence, and I pull my fingers away to spank her ass. Wren whines as I slowly rub the sting.

“Rule one: if you don’t want to do something or you’re not sure, use your words. Red for stop and yellow if you’re unsure. Okay?” I ask her.

“Yes, alpha,” she says softly. “I think my color is yellow.”

“That’s fine, honey,” Amb says, looking worried. Wren hasn’t shut down. She’s a lot stronger than she looks.

“Let’s take this upstairs. Come with us, Amb,” I insist, moving up the stairs.

Trailing behind us, he follows us up to the pack’s room. I would love to do this in her nest, but all of my fun toys and handcuffs are up here. When I’m bored, I buy new toys, and some of my new purchases have been for Wren.

Tossing Wren onto the bed, I bark out a laugh at her squeal as she sails through the air. Pulling off my shirt, I chuck it to the side as Ambrose does the same. Shoes and pants go the same way, until I’m crawling onto the mattress to pull off her top. Thankfully, she’s bra-less, making me lick my lips as I pull out some rope from a cubby hole in the headboard.

“Does rope scare you?” I ask her, making sure she can see it.

Shaking her head, she says, “Not with you, alpha.”

Her words constrict my heart. Damn, we have come a long way, Lemon Drop, haven’t we?

“That’s my good little omega,” I growl. Working intently, I uncoil the rope, slowly looping and knotting it until there are two perfectly formed holes for her wrists. Sliding her hands through, I tighten the rope unhurriedly, so she can feel the smoothness of it against her skin before looping it over a hook that’s over her head.

“Amb and I are going to take turns eating your pussy until you come over and over, baby. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” I ask, amused as Amb snorts and moves to pick Wren’s leg up to hook it over his shoulder.

Following his lead, I loop her other leg over my shoulder, so her pussy is on display for us. We’re fairly large alphas, so we barely fit side by side, and her legs are spread very wide.

“No, alpha,” she breathes.

“That’s my girl,” I grunt before dragging my tongue up her core. “Fuck, baby, there’s so much slick everywhere. You’re going to make a perfect mess for us, aren’t you?”

“Yes, alpha,” she whimpers.

“That’s it, honey,” Amb praises as I lap up her slick, cleaning her up from her thigh. Ambrose sucks and nips up her other leg as he licks up her slick on the other side, and then we meet at her pussy.

What was going to be us taking turns becomes a tangle of tongues as we eat her out. Intermittently, our lips will meet in a filthy kiss, Wren’s lemon and blueberry flavor tasting delicious on his tongue.

Groaning, we go back to eating her out, and we both slide two fingers inside her tight pussy.

“Oh, God,” she whines, her spine curving deliciously as she writhes for us. A slow flush crawls across her tits as her nipples tighten. “Alphas, please.”

“Color,” I bark, no power behind it. I think Flynn is right, and it may not even work on her.

“Green. I need, alpha,” she moans.

“Poor, sweet, little omega,” Ambrose growls, slick all over his lips and beard.

Together, we bring her to the edge over and over until she’s begging to come.

“Alphas,” she screams. “Fuck, I need to come!”

“A little longer,” I say. “Can you be a good girl for us?”

“I want to be,” Wren keens. “God, I ache so much. I need a knot.”

“I know, honey,” Ambrose says soothingly. Removing his slick covered fingers from her pussy, he rubs it over her puckered hole before slowly pushing them in. Her slick has covered her ass, so it doesn’t need much prep.

“Argh,” Wren cries out, and I suck on her clit. Shuddering, I can tell she’s really close to coming. Her walls are clenching around me, and her leg muscles are trembling. “Alphas. Fuck, I need to come. Please.”

“Come for me,” I growl, lifting my head to meet her gaze, showing her the slick covering my face. Eyes rolling, she shudders as she comes hard. Slick slides out of her as her hips thrust up as she finds her release, and together Amb and I push her to come again and again.

Sagging, Wren’s chest heaves as we pull our fingers from their respective holes. I feel like I’ve run a marathon, and my heart is thundering, even though all I’ve been doing is pushing my little omega to her limits.

Gently putting her leg down, Ambrose gets up to wash his hands, and I cover Wren’s body with mine as I kiss her.

“Still want a knot?” I tease my lips against hers.

“Yes, alpha,” she whimpers. “Now, please.”

She’s so damn sweet, even when she’s being a brat. Lifting her wrists off the hook, I pull her over me so she can sit up.

“Take it,” I say simply. “If you want my cock and my cum, it’s yours.”

Pushing down my boxers and kicking them off, I let her play. Reaching between us with her bound hands, she lifts up on her knees, so she can guide my cock to her entrance. Sinking down, I hiss because she feels so damn warm and tight.

“So gorgeous,” Amb praises her as he climbs back onto the bed after pulling off his own boxers. Wren preens as she rides me, making me grin. My girl has a praise kink.

“Did you like when Amb had his fingers deep inside your ass, Lemon Drop?” I ask her, my head dropping back as my fingers spasm on her hips. Fuck, I’m going to fill her pussy multiple times today. My skin is already beginning to tingle and my knot is swelling.

“It… felt good, alpha,” Wren pants as she rides me.

“Mmm, Wren, you’re slicking all over me. I fucking love how messy your pussy is,” I say. Her cunt clenches down on me, making me yell. “Fuck!”

Ambrose kisses her back, watching as her breasts bounce. Cupping them with his hands, he squeezes and tortures her as she writhes.

“Amb. Ugh, yes. More,” she begs.

“So beautiful and needy,” he murmurs. Leaning around her, he rummages in the secret compartments until he finds a vibrating bullet. “I have what you need, honey.”

Turning it on, he moves behind her straddling my legs, so he can reach between her legs to play with her clit. Gasping, she rides my cock as her body builds her toward a new release, her skin starting to slowly slick with sweat.

“Mmm, so damn sexy,” Ambrose coos, making my cock jerk inside of her. Breathing hard, I groan as she keens, shuddering. Goddamn, she’s so fucking close. Dear God. “Want to hear a secret, honey?”

“What… what, alpha?” Wren asks breathlessly as she’s caught between the two of us. Ambrose grinds his cock against her back as he whispers in her ear.

“I had four fingers in your ass, and you fucking loved it, Wren.”

Her eyes roll as she explodes, her head dropping back as Amb holds her tightly as she comes. As her pussy milks my cock, I follow her over the ravine, grunting as I come inside of her.

“Alphas, knot,” she gasps. “Amb, I want your cock. Please.”

“Here?” Amb asks her, dragging his mushroom head through the slick between her ass cheeks.

“Yes, alpha. Please, knot. Now,” she whimpers. I see his indecision for a moment before he decides to follow her lead. Good, because I was ready to knock some sense into him through the bond.

They may not be bonded yet, but she should get whatever she wants from him.

Gripping her hips, he grabs her hands and links the rope over a hook that’s above her on the headboard. This way, she’s partially leaned over me, and I lean up to suck on her tits.

“Alpha,” she gasps, whining as Amb slowly pushes his cock into her tight hole. Her eyes water slightly at the pinch of pain, and I nip her chin with my teeth to get her to look at me.

“You’re going to take every inch of Ambrose’s thick cock, aren’t you little omega?” I growl, watching her gaze grow hazy with desire. “Such a good girl. Fuck, I can feel him, pushing his way in. He’s rubbing the barrier between us, Lemon Drop. Show me how well you take him as he splits you in two.”

“Alpha,” she keens as I kiss her. Amb reaches between us with the toy again, rubbing her clit with it to help her relax. Wren screams as she comes again, slick running over my skin. We’re a glorious mess, and I would never change a thing.

“That’s it, honey,” Ambrose praises her. “Fuck. Almost there. Then I’m going to give you my knot.”

“Color,” I grunt, thrusting up into her, my knot rubbing against her entrance. “Now.”

“Green, oh God, green,” she whines. “More. I need knots and cum. Please.”

I can feel the moment Amb presses his knot against her ass, because her eyes go wide.

“You can take us both,” I remind her. “You’re an omega, and made for us. Show me what a good girl you are for us.”

Working together, Amb and I thrust in alternating movements. Amb continues to wield the bullet on Wren, making her writhe as she cries out. I can feel Amb’s knot brush and grind against mine as he works himself into her tight little hole.

“Fuck, Amb,” I gasp, gritting my teeth as my toes curl. I don’t want to come again until he’s inside of her.

“Babe, I can feel it,” he grunts. “Fuck, she feels too good.”

“No coming until you’re knot deep inside of her,” I growl, making Amb groan. He knows I’m making the rules today, not him.

“You’re killing me,” he breathes. I can see her ass spreading wide, his knot angry and full as it starts to get sucked inside of her.

Chest heaving, tears stream down her cheeks, but out of frustration and not pain as we use her as a beautiful little fuck toy. She’s so much more than us. She’s ours, and we’re never letting her go.

Not to be outdone by Amb as his breaths get shorter as he knots Wren, I spread my legs as wide as I can while planting my feet flat on the mattress, thrusting up into her tight cunt as I pull her down on my knot.

“Ah! Yes! Please, knot!” Wren screams mindlessly as the last of my knot slides into her pussy with a pop.

Locked in, I groan as she comes around our knots. I can feel the haze of a beautiful omega wrapped around me, and the room smells of blueberries, nutmeg, and oranges as Amb and I find our release.

I’m riding the edge of a rut, but I keep it in check as my hips jerk up into her. The bullet rolls off the bed and onto the carpet, forgotten as I lean up to kiss her. Amb sucks and kisses her neck, teeth indenting into her skin, but not enough to claim her.

He’s also riding the high of being with Wren, but we’re not beasts. We’re still in control.

“Amb, bite,” Wren begs, making me wince as he closes his eyes. I know he said that he wanted to wait until her heat, but goddamn I hate how sad she sounds.

“Shh, baby. I got you,” I whisper, biting her. Wren sighs in relief, coming one last time before she sags against the rope holding her up. Ambrose releases her from the rope, freeing her wrists completely, and I gather her to me.

Together as if we’ve been doing it for years with her, Amb and I turn to cuddle her, since we’ll be knotted to her for a while. Kissing her forehead, I whisper, “You did so good, baby. We’ve got you. Now sleep.”

Her eyes droop immediately even though I didn’t use my alpha bark, her breaths evening out as she falls asleep.

“She’s perfect,” Amb sighs, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“She is,” I agree. “I need you to figure your shit out before you hurt her again.”

“I promise,” he says. “I’ll talk to her when she wakes up.”