Make Me: The World of Knott

16Jaide

“This isthe second time I’ve found you hugging my cock to your chest, although this time you seem to actually be wanting it.”

I was jolted awake as Elliot plopped his ass down on the bed, his voice booming over me. I immediately jerked up in panic, half expecting Aldric to be there. Somehow, Elliot with his knowing smirk was worse.

“Good morning, Jaide. Can I have my cock back?” He smiled and held out his hand. He looked way too chipper considering it was clearly the middle of the night… right when he told me he would be making a return.

“Ung,” I made a sound that was half a word and threw the rubber dick at him before collapsing back on the bed.

I regretted the quick motion immediately, the plug in my ass pulling against my hips and core, hitting perfectly against my g spot and sending me writhing again. My half word quickly turned into a whimper.

“Don’t be so dramatic. I told you I was coming,” Elliot sighed, grabbing the dildo and immediately moving to put it back. Just him rattling the bed was sending waves of pleasure through me.

My body was exhausted, my ass was simultaneously sore and desperate for more, and my cunt was screaming.

I moaned again.

“Aldric can’t have fucked you that hard.” He rolled his eyes dramatically as he returned to stand over me, hands on his hips. It was only then that I realized he was naked again.

Hot damn. Did this guy even own clothes?

Part of me hoped he didn’t, not that I should be thinking about that now. Him naked and me in my current state was not a good combination.

“He didn’t fuck me.” I was still moaning, but at least I got words out that time.

Elliot looked at me in confusion, his raised eyebrow falling as I pulled the blankets back, my legs already curled up to reveal the straps and the knob of the plug that was nestled between my ass cheeks.

“Oh god. He’s such a bastard. Did he leave you high?”

“High?” I pulled the blanket back over me, if only so he would stop staring at my ass.

“Yeah. Needy. Frenzy. Rutting. It has different words depending on where you are. The witches prefer needy. And they are always needy.” He rolled his eyes and I blinked at him.

“You know the witches?”

“Answer the question, Jaide.”

“Frenzy.” I gave him the word I had been told and he nodded, running his hands through his hair.

“Well, at least now I know why you were cuddling my cock like a teddy bear,” Elliot mumbled before darting back to the bathroom, his voice raising as water began to run. “These damn Synians don’t know how to take care of an Omega. They’ve been left picking up the vagina scraps of the world for too long. I gave Garret the basics years ago, and at least he’s retained some of it, but if they don’t take care of you then you are likely to explode worse than your brother did.”

He emerged from the bathroom with a towel the size of a blanket in his arms, the warm fluffy fabric so hot it was steaming.

“Omegas don’t explode. We go into heat.”

“There isn’t much difference. If you go into heat around these Synians then it will be like an explosion.” I didn’t like the way he said that.

“How do you know so much about Omegas?” I asked, eyeing the blanket. While I didn’t think he was going to smother me with it, after last night I wasn’t discounting anything.

“I know enough. Like not to push them to the brink and leave them with a plug in their ass. If I didn’t know any better I would say he was trying to push you into a heat.” He rolled his eyes again, looking thoroughly agitated as he ripped the blanket off of me and replaced it with the steaming towel.

“Oh! By the moon!” One touch of the fabric against my skin and I was half melting into a pool of contented goo. I still needed to be filled, I was still wanting, but this was taking the edge off.

“I also know that warmth and heat are the best way to soothe unsoothable things. I take it the plug is big enough you couldn’t get my cock into your pussy.”

“Can you please stop referring to it as your cock?” I asked, sinking into the towel. I had already decided this would be the base of my nest. It was so soft, so warm.

“But it is my cock.” He was talking way too nonchalantly about something so big and wonderful. And his.