Page 132 of Claiming Their Omega

“It’s yours. I’m yours. Forever and always,” he says and my body shudders while he takes a few soft strokes in and out of me, teasing me with just the head. There’s a silent strength to Easton, even in the way he fucks me. He’s quiet but confident because he knows exactly what he’s doing and doesn’t need words to prove it. He lets our bodies do all the talking.

And good god, is he making my body talk.

His piercing gray eyes burn into mine as he stares intently at me, watching my face for any little hint of feedback. And when he draws back, almost pulling out, then takes one easy thrust all the way back inside me, my body contracts around him and I can’t fight a groan that burns in the back of my throat.

“Mm, yes. Give yourself over to it,” he encourages me, stroking the inside of my thigh with his strong hand. “I need to feel you come.”

“Mm. I want you to come with me.”

Easton’s smirk becomes a smile as he leans down to kiss me. “Then keep your eyes on me,” he says, and I lock mine on his, nodding as he picks up his pace. With my knee pressing into my chest and his weight holding me in place, he takes a series of deep, long strokes into me. My hands find his and intertwine with them, and he squeezes me lovingly.

“Is that working for you, princess?”

“God, yes.”

His already intense expression hardens, and his thrusts take on a sharper rhythm. Seeing his muscled, broad frame tense and flex with each stroke makes my throat dry, and I swallow hard but I’m not sure if it’s to fight the dryness or to swallow the moan building at the back.

But when Easton’s fingers find my clit, swiping back and forth across it quickly, my jaw drops and the moan I’ve been fighting comes pouring out of me along with my second orgasm. I spasm around him, clenching and squeezing his cock with each pulse of my release, and the look of pure pleasure and need on his face is intoxicating.

“God, you feel so amazing. I’m going to come with you,” he grunts and drops his head to my neck, clamping down on it just like Cade before him. It’s still raw and inflamed from Cade’s bite, but that only makes the feeling that much more intense. My body writhes beneath Easton’s as he shudders against me, flooding me with his hot cum and expanding knot.

I cling to him, my senses completely overwhelmed, and when Easton’s release finishes, he presses soft kisses to the bite and a wave of goosebumps ripples across my skin with each one. I shudder and writhe beneath him, but he keeps me rooted and keeps kissing me on the tender, incredibly sensitive skin where I’ve now been bitten and claimed twice until his knot finally deflates and he pulls away.

“You’re beautiful,” he says after he pulls out. He wipes a bit of blood away from his mouth with the back of his hand and his raking gray eyes dart up and down my body, drinking in every little detail and turning me on all over again. “I want to remember the way you look right now forever.”

“That makes four of us,” Jesse says from the side of the bed, and my gaze drifts to where he’s standing side by side with Hendrix. They’re both rock hard and staring at me intently. My heart swells at the sight, just knowing that all four of these men love me as much as they do. They’d do anything for me, beyond a doubt, and I’d do the same for them.

Jesse and Hendrix climb onto the bed, taking Easton’s place, and desire floods me because I’d love nothing more than to take both at the same time. But there will be time for that later. Right now, it needs to be each of them separately. They all need to claim me to bind us together.

And there are still two of them who haven’t.

I reach out for Hendrix, and he takes my hand, so I pull him toward me. He falls forward, his lips crashing against mine. His fingers dance down my torso to my pussy, and he teases my hole with them until I’m whimpering and pushing up off the bed, desperate to get him inside me.

“You’re such a mess already, darlin’,” he says as he pushes the very tip of his finger into me. He steals another kiss, robbing my moan, and when my eyes meet his blazing emeralds again, they flash. “But it’s nothing compared to how much messier I’m about to make you.”

As I’m shuddering at the threat, he plunges two fingers into me, making me cry out and clamp down around him. He twists his fingers around inside me before pulling them all the way back out, smirking at the glistening slick that coats them. He winks at me and pops his fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking at them and driving me crazy.

He spots me staring and pauses, wearing a feigned expression of surprise. “Oh, I’m sorry, darlin’. Did you want a taste too?”

“Please,” I beg, and his eyes flame.

“Your wish is my command.” I open my mouth and Hendrix starts by resting his two fingers on my lower lip. My tongue darts out across them, and I moan at the mingled taste of my arousal and the men’s cum, which only makes Hendrix’s smile deepen. “There you go. Now you see why we’re all so crazy for you.”

He drags his fingers teasingly out of my mouth, then climbs on top of me and pushes my legs apart with his. “Keep your eyes on me now.”

“Okay,” I say breathlessly. Exhaustion is starting to settle in from all the sex, burning at the edges of my eyes, but my desire for him keeps it at bay. Our eyes stay on each other’s as he pushes into me, and while I can’t exactly describe what it is, something intense passes between us. I always feel bonded to the men when we fuck, but this time with Hendrix feels different and new.

It's a whole other level of connection.

Hendrix must feel it too because he lets out a low growl and buries himself the rest of the way inside me. I moan in relief along with him when he bottoms out, and he smiles as he cups my face in both of his hands. His gaze is deep and intense, a firestorm of desire and emotion, but the smile that flashes across his face is just enough to keep it from being too much.

“How does that feel for you?” he asks warmly, his thumb stroking my chin.

“Perfect. Just like you.”

Hendrix laughs and shakes his head. “Oh no, darlin’. You’re the only one who’s perfect in these parts. And I’m going to prove it to you.”

My face flushes. I can’t help it. You’d think after all the time I’ve spent with these guys, and after all we’ve been through together, that I’d be used to these kinds of compliments by now, but I’m not. And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing them, either.

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