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I’m actually grateful I didn’t take my hair down after our bath because his tongue flicking across my oversensitive skin feels life changing.

Tanner continues helping me bounce on his swollen shaft, and the more he stretches me to capacity, the hazier everything becomes.

Ranger scrapes his teeth over my skin where my neck meets my shoulder, and a string of mostly incoherent begging spills from my lips.

“You may wish to be more mindful of what you’re asking for,” Ranger says, nipping at my ear as he works my clit.

Pleasure builds in my abdomen, and I know I’m doing very little to earn the euphoric feeling.

“Don’t even joke about shit like that,” Tanner growls, pushing himself up with his forearms. “You know the rules of biting a foggy omega.”

I can feel Ranger shrug from behind me. “I’ve never been particularly good at following the guidelines set by society.”

Tanner pulls my face to his chest, but with Ranger still working my swollen clit, I explode. My movements are jerky as I try to grind every ounce of pleasure out of my orgasm.

Tanner tilts his head, kissing me and drinking down all my sobbing demands. Their scents seem to heighten every sensation.

I’ve never felt like a blubbering puddle of omega before, but I’m pretty sure that’s what I look like.

“Move,” Tanner growls, staring over my shoulder at Ranger. “We’re switching positions.”

Ranger gives my entire pussy a final squeeze as he kisses my shoulder, and then, his warmth disappears from my back.

Cool air rushes in, making my skin sizzle.

“I want you on your hands and knees for me.” Tanner kisses my forehead. “Present for me, omega!”

I hear the words, but I’m so out of it that I ignore the command.

Tanner uses his hands on my hips to lift me off him.

I scramble onto the bed on all fours, and Ranger kneels only a few feet away. My body snaps into motion, and I crawl toward him.

I barely get his cock into my mouth before Tanner slides into me from behind. His girth feels totally different from this direction, making me moan around Ranger’s length.

“That felt quite good,” Ranger says, petting my cheek. It’s a very tender moment. He’s affectionate in ways I wouldn’t expect.

I hold myself up on one palm and grab his other hand, bringing it to rest on my head.

“Grab my bun and do your worst,” I say, circling his crown with my tongue.

“Sweet fucking Jesus,” Tanner growls. His palms land on the top of my ass, and he pulls forward. The move spreads me farther apart but makes my inner walls clench. “I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s like your cunt is searching for my knot.”

I nod, popping off Ranger’s shaft to look at him over my shoulder. “It is. I need you to fuck me deep.”

“You got it,” he says, sounding like he’s totally down for that prospect.

Ranger uses his hand in my messy bun to pull my mouth back to his dripping shaft. “Tongue out, love.”

I comply, and his dick dribbles pre-cum all over my taste buds.

My senses are so overstimulated that all I can really focus on is the rippling of Ranger’s abs and the way his forearm muscles flex as he begins to truly use my mouth.

“Goddamn,” Tanner groans. “The view from back here is spectacular. You’ve got such a juicy ass. How do you feel about letting me fuck it one of these days?”

I nod as much as I can when Ranger is controlling my head, but the moan I release should let him know I’m down for that.

Maybe.

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