Page 61 of The Omega Verse

“Close enough for me to choose next?” When Silva shrugs, River sucks his finger clean, then moves up to my neck, where a puff pastry square is waiting. It’s nestled in my throat, but I’m pretty sure I have jam and icing smeared across my chin. “What’s this one called?”

“Dirty mouth.” He cocks a brow at me. “No, really. You can’t eat it without getting it everywhere.”

“No shit,” Silva laughs, giving one of the powdered wafers between my toes a suggestive wiggle. “We’ve barely started and you’re already a mess.”

“Doesn’t matter if we make more, then.” River says and bends to eat the puff pastry straight off my skin. True to form, jam explodes across my neck.

“Let me help you with that,” Silva says, lapping up the filling and then sucking his way across my bites. I moan, feeling the tug of my mating bites in my pussy, but he puts a warning hand on my thigh. “Move too much, sugar, and we’re gonna have to eat the grand finale off the floor.”

River has licked up the mess on my chin and I moan again as he thrusts his sticky tongue in my mouth. He tastes delicious, but they’re still not touching me in any way that counts, and I squirm in frustration. “I don’t care. The game’s over.”

“Don’t be greedy,” Silva scolds me, heading back down to the almond cookies balanced on my knees. He munches his way through one, then hand feeds River the other. On top of all the little licks and nibbles they’re giving me, the flirty little touches passing between them are making me clench with need.

When River catches me gently rubbing my thighs together in an effort to ease the ache, he gives me a sympathetic smile. “Have we teased you enough, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I say quickly. “Feel free to eat me now.”

But River just points to the pastry I placed between my legs. “I’ve heard a lot about your famous cannoli. Doesn’t seem right to let this one go to waste.” I groan and he nudges Silva over until they’re both inches from my mound. “Since there’s only one, it looks like we’ll have to share.”

“Meet you in the middle,” Silva replies with a cheeky wink, and I watch in disbelief as they start at opposite ends of the pastry. Silva eats faster, but River doesn’t stop until he’s licking the nutty sprinkles off my mate’s lips.

It’s not how I envisaged this scene going, but it only gets better as River smears a dollop of cream on his neck and pulls Silva down to lick it up. River gives a needy little sigh, his head falling back as Silva’s tongue rasps across his skin. When he’s done, their gazes cling for a long moment, and something seems to pass between them.

“Come here, River,” Silva says in a voice that makes me pant. “Let’s give our girl a taste, too.”

I watch breathlessly as River kneels on the bed at my side, Silva urging him towards me for another kiss. He jerks against my mouth and when he pulls back, Silva’s fingers are wrapped around River’s straining dick, coating the shaft in Nutella. It’s long and slim and a pretty shade of pink under the chocolatey streaks, and I give a desperate moan. My mouth is literally watering, and there’s a devilish glint in Silva’s eye as he cups the back of my head and presses me forward. “Lick him clean and tell me you’re not a fucking great cook.”

I would laugh if I wasn’t being presented with such perfect temptation.

I arch my neck, careful not to crush the remaining pastries, and lick the creamy tip. A shudder runs through River and he rocks forward, his fingers playing with my messy nipples. I press my lips to his shaft, desperate to get to the sweet skin under the chocolate coating, but I pause and look at him up through my lashes.

“She wants your permission,” Silva tells him, sinking a finger through my folds and giving my pussy a gentle stroke. “You want inside her sweet lips, River?”

He groans and cups my face, rocking forward on his knees. “Let me in, Cass. I need to feel you around me.”

I grip his hip, pulling him closer, and opening my mouth all the way. I watch his eyes blow wide as he sinks in deep, not stopping until he bumps the back of my throat. I wrap my lips tight as he pulls back, sucking him free of his creamy coating. It’s enough to release his natural peachy flavour, and I groan, sucking him down harder. His fingers tighten on my cheek and he rocks into my mouth, every muscle on his torso clenched in stark relief. “Sweetheart! Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”

Silva gives a rumble of approval, his fingers playing with my clit while he jacks himself off. “I s’pose it’s only fair I feed your greedy pussy while you’re taking such good care of River.”

I moan and nod, not caring about the pastries that roll off the bed. “Please, Silva.”

“Damn, I love the way you beg, mate,” he grins, climbing onto the bed and nudging my thighs apart. He’s still stroking his cock, the shaft smeared in cream, and I moan as he notches it between my folds. I wrap my legs around his hips, both of us ignoring the wafer crumbs that litter the bed. “This is gonna be hard and fast,” he warns us. “But I want you to hold off, River. We’re filling our girl together, okay?”

A vein throbs in River’s neck, but he nods. “Meet you in the middle. But we get her off first.”

“That’s not going to be a problem,” Silva chuckles, no doubt already feeling how close I am to coming. “Her needy pussy is gobbling me right down.”

“Fuck.” River turns his head to watch Silva slam into me, and his hips jerk, making me gag. He instantly pulls back, but I lick his crown as it pops from my lips. When I dig my fingers into his hip, his grey eyes sharpen. “More, sweetheart?”

“More,” I whisper, letting him see the hungry way I slurp up his pre-cum as it dribbles from his slit. River hisses and slides back in, pumping faster as my fingers slide between his thighs to brush his balls. When his head falls back, lost to his pleasure, Silva speeds up, his breath punching from his chest.

“Never seen anything so delicious,” he hums, drilling into me. It’s sloppy and messy, but his eyes drink me in, bright green with lust. “A goddamn goddess, spread out and creaming while you take our cocks.”

I moan, feeling pleasure rocket up my spine. I tighten my thighs and my throat in warning, and the guys groan, rocking me sharply between them. And then, as if by silent agreement, River pinches my nipple right as Silva rubs my clit. I rear off the bed, stuffing them both deeper inside me, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through me. River follows in a hot, shuddering gush and I swallow every drop, while Silva grinds against my pussy, calling me his sugar, his queen, his dirty, delicious mate.

Not a knot in sight, but we collapse in a blissful, filthy pile.

When I finally blink back to life, I giggle. “Is now a bad time to remind you the only way to clean up is the outdoor shower?”

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