Page 101 of Curvy Dirty Omega

At my cock which was really fucking obvious thanks to how it strained against my tactical pants.

“Do you want to taste him?” Liam didn’t grin like I thought he would. His gaze was too intense as he watched her, the sweat dripping down his neck and chest as he picked up the pace. “Do you want to see if it’s the more you need so badly, or if it’s my knot?”

I was frozen in place.

For years we’ve done this kind of shit, and it was the first time I felt totally fucking speechless when she moaned as Liam slammed into her hard enough to make me wince, but she looked like her mind was melting with the pleasure of it.

“Strip for her, Cas.”

Even now, he wasn’t smiling playfully. Liam looked up and his glowing red eyes looked…murderous.

Was this another test?

Even if it was, I didn’t have the strength to do what I knew was right.

I gently set the syringe on the nightstand, drawing Lucy’s attention.

Nathan had given me the strongest dose of suppressants he could, but I didn’t think it was going to be enough. Not with how fucking potent Lucy’s pheromones were. They were a match for Liam’s and then some, eating away at whatever sanity I might have walked in here with until all I could think about was doing whatever it was she needed me to do.

Stripping my shirt off first brought her eyes up to my chest and the way she took in my tattoos gave me a little hope she wasn’t completely lost in her heat just yet, but…could she handle my pheromones on top of Liam’s?

Guess we’d find out.

I crouched down so we were eye level and every thrust from Liam made her breasts sway. Her whimpers of pleasure were so soft I’d think she didn’t really like it except her nails were digging into the sheets so hard the fabric was tearing and her eyes were still so fucking hungry. She licked her lips like she couldn’t wait to taste what Liam had promised her and I clenched my teeth when my cock flexed so hard it fucking hurt.

This damn omega was going to ruin me the same way she’d ruined Liam. I knew that with every fiber of my being and I still couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Do you want to help me solve a mystery, Lucy?” I brushed the hair out of her face, pulling it out of the tacky blood still smeared across her chin.

There was blood all over the sheets now and it looked like they’d murdered someone in here.

All that red made her look so fucking pretty and I knew I’d never be able to look at anyone else the same way ever again.

She didn’t answer me, but she didn’t need to, not when she reached for me so desperately.

Grabbing her by the chin, I yanked her just a little closer, forcing Liam to follow, and she groaned when he slammed into her again, bringing her close enough to kiss if I wanted.

But I pressed my thumb to her lips instead, curious just how well-trained she was.

Lucy opened her mouth instantly, giving me the access I’d silently asked for, and I almost stood and left right then and there.

Who had made her this way? Which asshole had trained her so fucking well she opened wide without a single verbal command? How could she know what I wanted?

Pressing my thumb to her tongue made spit slide out of her mouth and I licked my lips, knowing it would burn the second I slid my cock into that hot little mouth of hers, but in the best way.

“I’m curious how much more you can take,” I mused, pressing down a bit too hard, but she didn’t protest. Lucy just opened her mouth as wide as it would go with a little whimper, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. “Would you like to help us solve that mystery, my sweet omega?”

Her breathing sped up when Liam did, and the sounds she made were just too fucking much. If I didn’t take this opportunity, I’d never know just how delicious she could be and I’d rather die than miss out on that.

Who knew I could be this pathetic and desperate?

And to think I didn’t want anything to do with her not that long ago. How was that even possible when it looked like she’d do anything for me right now as long as Liam kept fucking her so hard I was sure he’d break her?

I stood before I could overthink it and undid my pants, pulling them down just far enough to free my cock. Wrapping my hand around the base where the knot was already swelling barely helped, and the way she looked at me only made it worse.

Sliding my hand through her hair as gently as I could manage, I tugged back and set one knee on the mattress, resting the pierced tip of my cock against her lips. How I managed to wait like that for as long as I did…I’d never fucking know.

But there was something enchanting about the way she looked at me, not my cock. Her big, grey eyes were full of…

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