Page 40 of Crushes and Confections

He took the glass from my hand, placing his lips exactly where mine had been before taking a sip.

He hummed. “This is good, but I do believe our beta mentioned dessert.”

“I’m sure the two would pair well together, mon chéri,” Adrien said, taking the glass from his husband and topping it off before offering Riley one.

I could feel the slick pooling in my panties at his words, my breath coming a little faster as Vance picked me up and sat me on the table.

I wasn’t some dainty omega, my days of working and owning a bakery and cafe settling on my body like a delicious layer of fresh marshmallow fluff, but somehow these men made me feel like prey. Even Riley had picked me up with ease and thrown me on the bed when we were together.

“You like it when we talk about all the things we want to do to you,” Vance observed.

“I’d like it a whole lot better if you did the things in addition to talking about them,” I said with a smile, spreading my legs wider so he could stand between them.

“Be careful what you ask for, omega,” Adrien warned.

“My safe word is souffle,” I told them confidently.

“Since when?” Riley asked.

“Since I started fantasizing about all the different things I wanted you all to do with me,” I responded cheekily.

I may not have the most tangible experience, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know exactly what I wanted.

I’d imagined being with Riley so many times, touching myself secretly while only a single wall separated us. That was nothing compared to the dreams I started having once the alphas had come into my life.

The one I loved the most was when I was filled with all of them at the same time, all of them completely focused on me as we writhed together.

At my words, all of them had stepped closer, a rumble rolling through the room that completely obliterated my panties once and for all.

Adrien stepped to the side of the table, Riley coming to the other. “Arms up.”

I obliged, letting Riley pull my shirt off, my red curls falling around my head haphazardly once he had.

“Magnifique,” Adrien praised, stroking his fingers down my bare shoulder to the swell of my breasts.

I reached behind me, undoing my bra and tossing it to the side.

Adrien tsked. “So impatient.”

“You’ve riled me up all day,” I pointed out. “If someone doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to explode.”

“You’ll explode,” Vance promised. “But it’s going to be all over my tongue.”

“Our tongues,” Riley corrected. “Lie back for us, Claire Bear.”

Adrien’s hands went to the back of my head, tucking one of my throw blankets under it as I leaned back so I was propped slightly.

A warm wet mouth wrapped around my nipple, hands stroking my body. I cupped a hand into the length of Riley’s hair as Adrien took a sip of champagne before bending over me.

He kissed me as Riley sucked me, and Vance toyed with the sensitive skin above my pants. He shared the champagne between us before he was licking deeply into my mouth, his hand cupping my face.

I bucked my hips up, desperate for more.

Vance undid the button of my jeans and I brought my feet to the edge of the table, bracing them and lifting my hips so he could take them off.

“You’re so wet, Peach,” Vance said with a groan.

“Please,” I gasped, breaking my kiss with Adrien.

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