Page 110 of Mark & Don't Tell

“You’re okay,” Linc promises. He moves his hips back and surges forward, thrusting hard, battering my G-spot without mercy until my muscles relax.

Vic slides his finger out of my mouth, and my eyes fly open, clashing with his heated gaze. He brushes the wet digit over my lips before palming his cock and bringing it toward my mouth. “Now you’re ready for me,” he murmurs, teasing his tip over my lips.

Kai and Lincoln find a steady rhythm, a pace that’s sure to be my undoing, but all I can focus on now is the taste of Vic’s precum. I dash my tongue over him. It’s salty, but it’s Vic, so I don’t mind. Still, he doesn’t push into my mouth or roughly fuck my face. It’s almost like he’s waiting for something.

Maybe permission.

“Vic, let me suck your cock,” I demand.

His chuckle brushes down my spine, and my hips roll forward in response, taking more of Lincoln and less of Kai, but they adjust with ease.

“All right, mamacita,” Vic practically purrs as he gives me exactly what I want. His cock presses against my mouth, and I open, eagerly taking him and sealing my lips around his length, and moving my head in time with Kai and Linc.

Vic’s palm brushes down my cheek, reverently, and his eyes stay locked on mine as I take him a little deeper, rewarding him for not being rough. Rewarding him for being just enough.

“You’re doing so good,” Linc praises.

I hum around Vic, and his length pulses in response.

“You’re perfect.” Kai’s purr rumbles over my back.

Vic’s eyes warm as I hollow out my cheeks and take him as deep as I can, sucking hard and fast until I pull a heavy grunt from his lips.

“You’re going to make me fall in love if you’re not careful, little doe,” Vic whispers with a smirk, but I’m not so sure he’s teasing.

And that only makes me work harder, giving Vic everything I have as the sensations build inside of me. The tension from the clamps, tightening every time my tits sway when the guys thrust into me. The fullness of Kai in my ass, tightening my cunt around Lincoln’s thick length. The perfect, silky texture of my beta in my mouth. A thumb moving faster and faster over my clit as my walls clench and pulse.

The pressure on my G-spot is so deliciously perfect, I moan around Vic’s cock.

“She’s close,” Lincoln tells the others. “You should feel how she’s clamping around me.”

“I’m going to come soon,” Kai says, panting slightly.

I arch my back, eager to finally be the one who brings the pleasure. They’ve spent so much time making sure I’m taken care of. Flexing my core around Linc, I rock back to meet Kai’s thrusts, and he curses, fingers digging into my hips.

“She knows what she’s doing,” Vic says, running his hand over the top of my curls but not trying to brush them out.

I reward him by suctioning my cheeks so tightly against him that he takes a handful of hair and grips it, almost as if I’m the only thing anchoring him.

Linc’s hips move fast and steady, his length pulsing inside my cunt, and when he thrusts deep, the first spurt of cum hits my G-spot, making me gasp around Vic’s length. Stars burst across my vision as Kai pushes in deep, forcing me tighter around Lincoln until I can feel his hot cum coating my walls.

My moans are muffled by Vic’s cock, and he takes over, gliding in and out of my mouth steadily until his cock gives a hard jerk. He and Kai explode inside of me at the same time, and I desperately try to focus on swallowing the cum splashing against the back of my throat, but it’s so much all at once, and some dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin.

As Linc’s cock releases the last spurt of cum, I cry out again, pleasure trembling over every inch of my skin. They didn’t knot me this time, but I’m not mad. Our first time together was simply about us—no primitive urges driving the desire—just four people desperate to reach euphoria together.

And we find it again and again until the sun comes up and we all have to call in sick to recover.

If the rest of my life is spent here in this bed, I’d die happy.

Thirty-Eight

KAI

One great thing about our new omega is she didn’t make me out to be a horrible person for retreating to the library. She simply smiled and told me she’d miss me. Daria is more than comfortable as she watches a movie with Vic and Lincoln. I can only watch so many movies before I get bored. Books give more depth than most films can, and it’s easier for me to get lost in the pages.

After my dad died, my mom struggled to do everything alone, so I took on being in charge of bedtime routines. While two of my sisters were too old for bedtime stories, they still climbed into my youngest sister’s bed to listen to me read Dad’s favorite children’s book.

It’s been a while since I’ve talked to my sisters. When a text comes through on our group chat while I’m in the middle of my favorite comfort read, I grudgingly set the book aside and grab my phone.

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