Page 31 of Queen Of Clubs

All three of them pause, stopping what they’re doing as their attention turns to me, bright and full of hunger.

The attention has me biting my lower lip with uncertainty. I should be embarrassed, but with the way they’re looking at me, it only makes me gush more. I’ve never been this wet before in my life. And that's saying a lot as an omega.

“You like what you see, little omega?” Zane asks. He looks just as drunk as me right now, but not in the same way I am.

“No,” I scoff, my cheeks heating. “It’s... whatever.”

Zane grins. “Prove it.”

“W-what?” My face drops.

“Stick your fingers inside your panties, little omega, and show us just how unaffected you are by watching us.”

“Fine.” I jut my chin, adjusting my position on the chair.

A possessive pride fills me with how captivated by me they are. Preening inside, I slowly lift my skirt up my thighs, showing more skin inch by inch.

My heart is pounding so hard and fast that I feel like I’m about to pass out. The rush of adrenaline has me feeling euphoric, though, and I haven’t even touched myself yet. Widening my legs, I slide my hand down my panties while trying to ignore the fact that I’m about to do this for the guys who broke my heart.

“Dry as a bone,” I lie, swallowing down the moan that threatens to slip out of me when my fingers brush against my swollen clit as I slide my fingers into my messy pussy. God, there’s so much slick there, it’s insane.

“Show us,” Zane dares, his thrusts lazy now. Did I mention how fucking sexy he is with all those tattoos? The way he fucks, it should be a sin.

All three of them are tattooed rock gods. And they are all fucking each other in front of me.

I’m still not convinced any of this is truly real. And that's what I’m going to keep telling myself. Sober Jade can unpack all this fucked up trauma later. Sorry, boo. But, like, it’s sexy, hot rock stars with massive cocks. There’s no time for logical thinking right now.

“How about you play with that pretty little pussy while watching Griff and me fuck Rett until he’s on the edge of ecstasy before filling him up like a cream-filled donut. He’ll be just as tasty as one, too, once we’re done with him.”

Fucking hell, I whimper. There was no way I could have stopped it. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed about him saying something, even within the vicinity of what he just said? It’s an unhealthy amount, just in case you needed to know.

I should say fuck you, get up and walk out of this room.

But I don’t. I take a shuddering breath and do as he told me. It wasn’t an alpha command, but it held a lot of power over me in my drunken state.

I’m not thinking straight right now. All I want is to cum, to relieve some of this pressure between my thighs. And so what? If I use these gorgeous men to do it? They owe me that and so much more.

Biting my lower lip, I start to move my fingers, sliding them inside me. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp. I’m so sensitive that every single touch sends little shocks of pleasure zinging through my veins.

“Fucking hell,” Zane snarls as he starts to pound into Everett once again. I watch as his muscles flex, his jaw clenches, nostrils flare. I move my fingers in and out of me, the sound of my slick filling the room with every thrust, mingling with theirs.

My breathing starts to come out in choppy pants as my body lights up. The pressure in my belly is growing rapidly, and I know it won’t take long before I’m gushing around my fingers.

“Fuck yourself, Trouble. That's it, baby, such a good girl,” he praises, his hands tightening around Everett’s hips, fingers digging into him so hard it makes Everett moan.

“Shit,” Griffin grunts, and I look over to see his knuckles turning white with how tight he holds Everett’s head still so he can fuck his mouth.

My eyes devour the three of them as I work myself over. In and out. Brushing over my clit has me letting out a pleasurable sob.

I’m having a sensation overload, seeing Zane’s and Griffin’s toned asses flex with every thrust of their hips while Everett is being fucked so hard that drool runs down his chin; our moans mixed with the wet slapping sounds and the scraping of Everett’s fingers clawing at the blanket below him is the only thing I can hear. The smell of sex hangs heavy in the air, combining with my peaches and cream scent. I imagine what it would be like if it was one of them instead of my own fingers thrusting into me, filling me up.

It’s all too much and not enough. It’s perfect, yet wrong at the same time. Not for them to be together but for me to enjoy watching it as much as I do.

“Make yourself cum, Jade. Be a good little omega and cum for your alphas,” Zane commands. This fucker just used his alpha bark on me.

That has me sobering up real fast, but I’m unable to resist, so I cum hard. Like eyes-rolling-back-as-I-scream-out-something-feral kind of hard. My back arches as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had crashes into me.

My pussy grips my fingers for dear life, slick gushes out of me in waves, and it’s so strong I lose the ability to breathe for a moment.

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