Page 45 of Corrupt Me

Sasha, however, isn’t letting me get away with that any longer. He’s straining, trying to keep from flipping me over and sinking into my heat as he hands me my choice. I slowly sit up so that I’m straddling his hips, my hands falling to his bare chest. He’s smothered in paint at this point, an idea forming in my mind that is both crazy and a little wilder than I’m used to.

“How safe is this paint, Sasha?”

“100% safe for sexual activities. Why?”

“No reason.”

There’s every reason. I’ve been wondering what my mates taste like for days and I can’t wait to slather Sasha’s cock in blackberry paint before sucking it into my mouth. I kiss down his chest, spending a little extra attention on his nipple piercings, Sasha’s hands sinking into my hair as I continue my descent. When I get to the waistband of his pants, I take my time pulling it down his thighs to reveal a very erect cock already weeping with pre cum.

He shifts beneath me, a grunt falling from his lips when I wrap my fingers around his length. The first stroke has him pumping into my hands, his cock now covered in the paint he just bought me. “Buttercup, I’m going to come if you do that. I want to be inside you. Fuck, your hands feel amazing.”

I lean down and press my lips to his slit, pre cum coating my mouth. It’s a salty-sweet that matches his scent—orange and tart and deliciousness. Needing more, I suck the tip into my mouth, groaning when the blackberry and cherry flavors join Sasha’s taste on my tongue. He starts thrusting up into my mouth, trying to contain himself but losing the battle when I feel his hot release pouring down my throat. He flops back onto the tarp as I crawl up and straddle him again. “How was that?”

Sasha chuckles, reaching a hand up to caress my face. “Everything about you is perfect, buttercup but if you’re asking if I’d let you suck my cock again, the answer is yes. Goddess, you’re made for us. I want to see your mouth stretch around Kol, though. See your jaw straining to take him as he spills down your throat.” My face flames at his words but I’m finding that I don’t hate these ideas. I’m intrigued by them. I want more of them. Fuck the list at this point. “Now, fuck me. Fuck me loud enough that our Alphas know that we’re not painting anymore.”

This time, it’s my turn to laugh as I angle his cock toward my pussy and slide down. He fills me up perfectly, just the right amount of girth and so fucking slippery that there’s barely any stretch. “We are painting. Each other.” I give him an experimental rock of my hips and we both groan, my hands falling to his chest to play with his piercings. Sasha grips my waist as I ride him, taking what I need and not finding it in this position.

I try to pick up the pace or swivel my hips differently but I need more than this. It’s almost as if Sasha knows with that shit-eating grin on his face, that I would rather have someone pounding into me than be on top.

“Sasha, please.” I’m still furiously trying to reach that orgasm, my face scrunched up in frustration.

“Please what? Tell me what you need. In a few minutes, I’m going to need one of our Alphas and you’ll wish you had told me. Camila, take what you need.”

I stare down at him, my beautiful Omega slathered in paint. He looks so wildly beautiful, panting with need but he’s waiting for me. “I need more. Rougher. Harder. Please.” I sound so whiny but I don’t even care. I need this orgasm more than anything else. Sasha doesn’t laugh at me like I thought he would, leaning up to press a soft kiss to my lips.

“All you had to do was ask, buttercup.” He rolls us over and then pulls out, a whimper falling from my lips in response. Then I find myself flipped over on my hands and knees before Sasha drives back into me. “Like this?” He wraps a hand in my curls and tugs slightly, the movement making my back arch. He hits an entirely different spot as he fucks me with an unforgiving pace. My hand slips and I fall, Sasha not stopping to help me resituate.

Sasha just props my ass up and continues spearing into me until I’m screaming through an explosive orgasm. He isn’t stopping though, lost to his heat spike. I knew he would be if I asked him to take over this moment but I don’t regret it. My Omega stutters and then comes, his release filling me up until it’s dripping down my thighs. From what little I know about heats, Sasha is dangerously close to his.

He was insatiable last night and we’ve barely been awake before he had another.

When Sasha flips me over and then picks up his pace again, snarling into my neck, I know it’s time to call our Alphas. As much as I loved that temporary link with my Omega, I’m not quite ready to experience his heat through him.

“Kol! Ames!” My voice is hoarse as Sasha unloads in me again, my pussy trying to strangle another orgasm out of me. I’m still sore from yesterday and I probably won’t be able to walk by the end of the week. If it was just Sasha fucking me like this, I might be able to handle it but add in Amiri and Kolsen and I’ll be happy if I can crawl out of bed this weekend.

Our Alphas waltz in, Kolsen immediately grinning. “Well, isn’t that a pretty sight?” I have no idea if he’s talking about the painting or us but it doesn’t matter. Amiri immediately settles behind us after stripping, not even removing Sasha before thrusting into him. That movement drives Sasha farther into me and I cling to Sasha’s arms, unsure if I can take that much stimulation. Kolsen isn’t one to be left out as he rolls us over to our sides, the man gloriously naked. If there was an Olympic sport for shedding clothes the fastest, my men would win.

For a few seconds, I’m eager to figure out what Kolsen is going to do and then a tendril of fear settles in my chest. It mixes with a bit of panic until I can’t find comfort with his presence behind me.

“I… Red.”

Everything freezes, even Sasha who is desperately trying not to succumb to his heat spike. Kolsen nibbles on my ear as he asks me what’s wrong. He slowly pulls me away from Sasha and sits me on the tarp before giving me a little space. “Talk to me, love. What’s wrong?”

I look between the three of them, wondering what the problem was. I’m naked and covered in cum and paint, my mates’ scents coating every inch of my skin. There was no problem with the scene in general but all three of them, that close made me think that I wouldn’t be able to get out if I needed to. They would never hurt me but in that moment, it was something else entirely.

An irrational fear.

Kolsen tilts his head to the side before stretching out his hand for me to take. I do and he pulls me into his lap. “I’ll talk you through what I’m doing and no, I won’t jump right into anything. As much as I know you want to explore, we’ll take it slow.”

“You’re not mad?”

“For telling me you’re uncomfortable? Never. Do you want to join them or would you like to go to the nest?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s my girl.”

Sasha greedily grabs for me, his eyes scrunched shut as Amiri resumes his thrusts. I have no idea what I did to deserve these men as Sasha plunges back into me, one of my legs thrown over his hip. Amiri grabs onto my lower calf, using it as leverage with each thrust, driving Sasha deeper than before. The myriad of scents and sex consume as Kolsen saddles up against my back again.

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