Page 133 of Claiming Their Omega

Hendrix moves his hands from my face to my ankles and uses them to push both of my knees to my chest. He rests my feet on his pecs to keep me there, opening me up even more for him.

“Now there’s a beautiful view if I’ve ever seen one. Where’s a camera when I need one?” he says and takes a gentle, deep stroke in and out of me. My lower lip catches between my teeth along with my breath in my throat.

There isn’t an inch of me that doesn’t feel like it’s on fire with feeling and emotion. With every orgasm, my sensitivity has ratcheted up, and with Hendrix leaning over me and fucking me deep and slowly like this, I’m about to add another one to the tally.

“You feel so good around my cock,” he says softly, his face hovering just above mine. He’s using his fists on the bed and my feet on his chest to hold himself up, swinging back and forth, in and out of me. He pulls all the way out with a little pop, then glides right back in. I’m so wet and loose from the orgasms I’ve already had that there’s next to zero friction between us.

“Fuck me, Hendrix. Just like that,” I mutter as one hand drifts down to my clit to toy with it in time to his strokes. My toes curl against his chest and he smirks at me.

“I could never tell you no. Go to pieces for me. I want to see just how much of a mess you can make,” he says, and a thrill burns in me. Our eyes stay locked as he keeps slowly but powerfully fucking me, his hips colliding with mine with each deep thrust. My eyes flutter as another orgasm claws under my skin. Hendrix must know I’m getting close because he lowers his head and rests his teeth on the tender skin where Easton and Cade have already bitten me.

A chill runs through me, and a gasp tumbles out of my mouth at the feeling. He’s so close to adding his mark to my neck, and the sheer idea of it makes me crazy with need. When I feel his teeth starting to sink into my shoulder, I shatter and my body writhes beneath him. He keeps his mouth clamped on me as he tumbles into orgasm himself, his body bucking and spasming.

He floods me before his knot swells inside me, forcing the mixture of his cum and my slick to drip out, warm and wet. Hendrix finally releases his bite, making me shiver when he pulls away, and glances down at the mess we’ve made together.

“Fuck. See? You really are perfect,” he says, beaming with pride, and steals another kiss from me while we’re locked together, neither of us able to move.

His mouth trails down my neck to the several bite marks littering my skin, and he gently kisses each one of them, making me shudder each time. The bites are charged with sensation like a brand fresh from the fire.

“That was beautiful,” Jesse says with a warm smile as he climbs onto the bed beside us. He brushes my wet, sticky hair out of my face and tucks a strand behind one ear. I feel Hendrix’s knot deflating as Jesse kneels to kiss me, and Hendrix slowly pulls out of me while Jesse and I kiss.

I’m still burning with arousal so I’m expecting Jesse to mount me and fuck me like the others, but he surprises me by climbing between my legs and lifting me up by the waist. He spins us around on the bed, then sets me down on my hands and knees so I’m facing the other three guys with Jesse behind me.

“Look at these men who love you so much,” Jesse says, stroking my lower back gently as he teases my hole with his cock. The looks of love and adoration on the other Alpha’s faces makes mine flush. “They care about you just as much as I do. And all four of us will always protect you, no matter what.”

I’m both touched and turned on by his words. “I need you,” I moan as I rock my hips backward, desperate to get his cock inside me. But Jesse stops me with his hands on my waist, then reaches to turn my head toward him. Our gazes meet, and he nods intently at me.

“I need you too,” he says with meaning and sincerity thick in his voice.

Raw desire ripples through me, and I gasp as Jesse grips my waist and pulls me backward to finally drive into me. Our hips clap together a few times before we find a rhythm where I rock backward to meet his thrusts, slamming his cock against my g-spot and making me moan each time.

Through squinting, watering eyes, I see the other guys watching, a mix of love and arousal playing out across all their faces. They probably want to join in as badly as I want them to, but they know that can’t happen until all four of them have claimed me first.

Jesse’s body claps against mine, the wet, slapping sound filling the room, and he seems to be picking up the pace with each thrust. Since he’s the last to take me, he’s had the most time to watch and get turned on, and now he’s taking out all that pent up energy—and the teasing, bratty exchange we’ve always had with each other—on me.

And I love it.

His fingers dig into my waist as he speeds toward release. I grip the sheets and bite my tongue to keep from screaming because my pussy is so saturated with sensation, each nerve ending lit up and burning like its own little pleasure factory, that every little movement he takes is heightened tenfold. Each orgasm that the men have given me has been intense in its own way, but the one that Jesse’s quickly working me toward now feels like it’s going to be the real fireworks.

He pulls me up toward him, pressing his chest against my back, and reaches around me with both hands to finger my clit while he keeps fucking me. His fingers play my clit like a harp while he continues plowing me, and my arms fly up to wrap around his neck on their own. I hold onto him for dear life.

“That’s it. Fucking melt into me, wildcard,” Jesse grunts, still quickly and powerfully thrusting into me. He kisses and sucks on my neck, and when his lips graze the raw, sensitive bite marks now covering my flesh, I explode. My legs wobble and turn to jelly as I spasm around his cock, my inner walls milking him.

When he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh, adding his mark, I cry out. My eyes squeeze shut so tightly that they water, and my orgasm seems to go on forever. Before one crashing, sundering wave ends, another takes its place, dashing me to pieces against the shore that is Jesse’s rock-hard body over and over again.

His thrusts turn erratic as he comes along with me, and somehow, the feeling of hot Alpha release flooding me, his knot stretching me, cuts through the sensory overload of my orgasm that just keeps going. What feels like an hour of the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced passes until finally my eyes snap back open and I find myself on all fours, panting for breath.

Jesse is stroking my lower back and ass gently, his cock still swollen and trapped inside me. The other guys stare down at me with passionate looks until I’ve caught my breath, then approach me.

Four pairs of strong, ranch-worn hands wander over my body, stroking and massaging every inch of me while Jesse deflates. When he does, he slides out of me and joins the others in pulling me onto my back so they can lie around me, unable to take their hands off me.

We take turns kissing, and although I’m so sated after taking all four of them that I’m spent, I get so lost in our kissing that I can’t keep track of whose lips are on mine at times.

But it doesn’t matter. I love them all, and being with them like this makes me the happiest and most content I’ve ever been.

And the most inspired.

A sudden thought pops into my head, and I lift a hand. “Can, um, can one of you hand me a pen and paper?”

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