Page 117 of Claiming Their Omega

“And you will come,” Jesse adds, sounding closer and clearer now. “We’ll make sure of that.” My back arches at his words, so I tap to go on speaker myself and lay the phone down on the bed beside me.

“I’m ready. So damn ready,” I say, shoving the vibrator in and out of myself like I’ve lost all control.

Because I have. These Alphas have ruined me for anyone else, even myself. All I can think about is their sun-kissed, chiseled bodies and big cocks doing whatever they want to me, whenever they want to.

“Tell us what you’re doing. Every little movement,” Easton says, his voice crackling on the line.

“I’m fucking myself with this vibrator, hard and fast,” I say through gritted teeth. “And wishing it was you inside me instead.”

“It will be soon enough.”

“Do you have the rest of the toys I bought you?” Cade cuts in. I reach for the string of beads and drag them across the receiver. “Oh, you are such a fucking tease, sugar,” he says with a gruffness to his voice.

“Use them,” Hendrix demands.

“But I have the vibrator in right—”

“I know,” Hendrix interrupts. “Now use them.” A thrill races through me. I love it when he gets dominant like this, so I keep the vibrator lodged in me without turning it off. I want them to hear it buzzing and judging from the collective growl I hear from them, it works.

I pick up the string of beads. There are ten of them, starting small and getting larger, with a big loop at the end for a grip. The last, largest bead is about the size of a gumball, and the thought of it inside me at the same time as the vibrator both scares and excites me.

“Are you doing it?” Jesse asks, and I stare at the string of beads in my hand, unsure how I’m going to put them in me.

“I don’t have any lube.”

“Then suck on them like they’re my cock first,” Cade says, and that makes my face flush with desire.

“Okay,” I say and pick up the phone to hold it close to my mouth so they can hear me sucking and licking on the beads.

“That’s it, just like that that. Get it nice and wet for yourself, sugar,” Cade says. “Fuck, you’re making me so hard hearing that.”

“Me too. But I think that’s good enough. Give them a try,” Easton says, so I pull the beads out of my mouth and line them up.

“Are you doing it?”

“Yes. I’m working them in right—” I gasp as the first bead pops inside. “Now.” Between the stimulation of the vibrator and the arousal of talking to them as I work them in, the beads slide inside easier than I’m expecting, but now that they’re in, I’m glad they are. I squirm on the bed, feeling the bead twist and shift inside me, and can’t stop the grin that splits my face.

“Describe it. Tell us how good it feels,” Easton urges as I start working the next, slightly larger bead inside myself.

“It’s almost like a knot the way it stretches and fills me,” I whisper to another group growl on the other end of the line. My free hand drifts to my clit, my fingers circling it firmly and dragging a moan out of me. I’ve had a lot of sex with the men already, but this still feels different.

“Keep going. Put more of them in,” Cade says, so I start working on the third bead on the chain. This one is quite a bit larger than the first two, so I have to push a little harder to get it in, but when it pops past my ring, I gasp and my pussy clenches around the vibrator still humming inside me.

“Oh my god, it feels so good,” I say through a laugh of disbelief. It’s not quite as good as it would feel to have two of their cocks in me, one in each hole, but it’s damn close. I palm my clit and drag my skin across it, making my eyes squeeze shut. “I’m getting close.”

“One more bead, just for me, darlin’,” Hendrix says, and I can see his devilish, teasing smile in my mind.

“Okay,” I whisper and bite my lip as I keep pushing on the ring to drive the next bead inside. Maybe it’s because I’m so turned on, or maybe it’s because I’ve already gotten a few of them in me, but this bead pops through even easier than the rest.

“There we go,” Hendrix says when he hears me gasp in pleasure. “I knew you could do it.”

“Are you really close to coming?” Jesse asks, and as I go back to working my clit, I moan.

“Yes. Even more now with the extra bead.” I love the way they feel, shifting and sliding inside me every time my pussy clenches and with every little movement I make.

“Good. Then listen to me. When you’re there, right on the edge, I want you to pull the beads out all at once. You understand me?”

“Mm, yes!” The idea makes me crazy because I know it’s going to feel so intense. For now though, I leave the beads like they are and move back to the vibrator with one hand, dragging it in and out of myself while my fingers and palm work my clit with the other.

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