Page 102 of Feral Omega

I blink at him, the unexpected endearment and playful teasing warming something inside me I didn't even realize had gone cold. How strange, to feel a connection with one of my captors, however faint.

Especially the one who gets under my skin the most.

Whiskey seems to sense the shift in my demeanor. He holds my stare steadily, that charming grin softening into something more gentle, more real.

"Hey," he murmurs, patting the space beside him. "C'mere, little wildcat. We've got you, I promise."

The words are simple, but they resonate deep within me, loosening some of the knots of tension coiled in my belly. Hesitantly, I move to join him on the bed.

Thane is there in an instant, his big hands settling on my hips to guide me forward. "There you are," he rumbles, that smoky rasp sending delicious shivers racing across my skin. "We'll take this at whatever pace you need."

I nod mutely, suddenly breathless as I drink in his sheer masculine beauty. The hard lines of his chest, the ropes of muscle in his arms, the sharp angles of that chiseled jaw...

Gathering my courage, I step into his embrace and lay my palms flat against the furnace of his chest. He's all rippling muscle beneath that scarred, tan skin. My opposite in so many ways. He goes still, those dark eyes burning into mine with an intensity that steals the air from my lungs.

"I don't want to take it slow," I whisper, the words escaping in a trembling rush. "I want you. Both of you. Now."

Thane's brow furrows slightly, as if searching for any hint of uncertainty or fear. When he finds none, he simply nods and bends to scoop me into his arms with ease and lays me back in the center of the nest.

"Just relax, pretty girl," he murmurs against the hollow of my throat, nipping at the delicate skin.

Then his mouth is on mine, those full lips slanting over my own in a blazing kiss that has me arching against him. I whimper into the heat of his mouth, fingers twisting in the sheets as he pillages my lips with wicked skill.

A low growl rumbles through the room. I tear my mouth from Thane's with a gasp, dazed and panting, only to find Whiskey looming over us both.

His eyes are molten, that dark heat flaring to an inferno as he takes us in. "Enough teasing," he rasps, already reaching for the hem of my thin shift. "Let's get this off her."

In a dizzying flurry of movement, they have me naked, baring me to their smoldering stares. I flush beneath their heated appraisal, instinctively trying to cover myself. But Whiskey is there in an instant, gently prying my hands away.

"Where's the point in that?" he chides softly, linking our fingers together as he pins my wrists over my head. "You're fucking gorgeous, Ivy. Don't you dare try to hide that sweet body from us."

I suck in a sharp breath, caught in the snare of his heated stare. He holds me there for a beat, letting the weight of his words sink in. Then, with a devilish grin, he bends to trail a path of searing kisses down the column of my throat, pinning me beneath his strong body.

"And that scent…," he groans against my racing pulse, tongue darting out to taste the salt of my skin. "Like sunshine and sin and every wet dream I've ever had."

A desperate moan escapes me, hips arching upward in a silent plea. He chuckles darkly, nipping at the swell of my breast in playful reprimand.

"Easy there, darlin'. We'll get to that sweet little pussy soon enough," Whiskey purrs.

Thane's weight settles over me, caging me between two hard planes of muscle and sinew. He leans in to capture my mouth in another devouring kiss, all heat and demand and liquid fire.

I melt beneath his onslaught, writhing helplessly as his free hand roams the slopes and valleys of my body. Every brush of those callused fingers against my feverish skin has pleasure flowing through me in dizzying waves.

"Such a good girl," he rasps against my lips, sucking my lower one into the scorching heat of his mouth. "So responsive. Like you were made for us."

I whimper into the kiss, arching against him as his fingers delve between my thighs. They're already slick with arousal, my core aching for relief. Thane growls low in his chest, the rumbling vibration shuddering through me.

"Fuck, Ivy," he groans, parting me with two thick fingers to stroke through my molten heat. "You're drenched, baby. Is this what you need? You want one of us stuffed in that tight little cunt?"

A whine escapes me, my head thrashing against the pillows. Whiskey seizes the opportunity to claim my lips in another searing kiss, swallowing my desperate cries as Thane works me open with deft, merciless strokes. His fingers dip into the well of my pussy and easily find my spot, crooking into it relentlessly.

It's exquisite torture, every nerve ending in my body alight and thrumming. I'm utterly lost in the storm, swept away by their combined onslaught.

Just when I think I can't handle another moment, Thane shifts between my splayed thighs. The thick crown of his shaft nudges against my entrance, parting my folds in one long, delicious glide.

I expect him to just go in all at once, especially since he's already gotten me worked up, and Plague prepared me earlier. But he doesn't. He keeps his shaft in his hand, rubbing the crown across my slick folds in smooth, gentle circles that have me squirming in desperation.

When he finally starts to push his crown into my center, my body is shuddering with need. It hurts—he's too huge for it not to, regardless of how gentle he is or how much I need it—but fuck, it feels good. Every inch his monster of a cock stretches me open is a delicious burn, only stoking the flames of my heat higher.

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