Page 221 of Captive Omega

I whimper, hands flying up to grab Vaughn. “Oh, God.”

“Now?” Garrison demands.

Vaughns eyes flit over my face. “She’s beyond words. Aren’t you, beautiful?”

I am. Totally. All I want to do is feel. All I want to do is taste.

Garrison thrusts, which pushes my body forward. I part my lips, and as Vaughn’s cock slides deep into my throat, he makes a strangled sound I swallow.

Vaughn’s hands flex in my hair as he pumps, pre-come filling my mouth. He’s close. And Garrison’s growls as he drags my hips back when he thrusts… I’m not sure who’s the most desperate to come.

I feel the first flare of Garrison’s knot as he ramps up his pace, hips slapping to mine. I lose the ability to think as the sound of wet, slapping flesh and desperate moans fill the room.

Vaughn stills, fingers tighten in my hair as he spurts into my mouth. Slowly, he collapses back onto the cushions with a sigh.

Garrison slams into me. His knot blooms, locking us together, and that added pressure makes me shatter. I rip my mouth from Vaughn, screaming as I buck against Garrison.

Garrison groans as he comes, straining to go deeper when he’s already deep enough. He slumps over me as I sag onto the cushions between Vaughn’s spread thighs.

I’m fighting for breath when Vaughn reaches for me, pulls me into his arms and kisses me. He’s still giving me deep drugging kisses when, minutes later, Garrison’s knot releases me.

“Tired?” Vaughn breathes against my lips.

I loop my arms around his shoulders, absorb the heated look in his gaze, and I’m sure I can guess exactly what it means. “Not sure. Did you have something in mind?”

A slow smile pulls on the corners of his lips as he rolls me onto my back. “You had a very specific look on your face a moment ago, beautiful.”

“Did I?” I ask, playing ignorant. “You might have just been seeing things.”

His cock nudges my lower belly, and he strokes his hands down my waist. “Nuh-uh.” He lifts my right leg, hooks it under his elbow, then repeats the action with my left leg, never looking away as he spreads my thighs apart. “It looked like you were desperate to come. And I have every intention of putting that look back on your face.”

Garrison’s fingers grip my chin, angling my head to claim a potent kiss that steals all the breath from my lungs. I’m breathless when he lifts his head. “And I intend to see that look for myself.”

“And how—” I moan as Vaughn, on his knees between my open thighs, swivels his hips, and slowly pushes inside me.

He’s longer than Garrison, not as thick, but my god, does he know how to find the perfect angle. I nearly scream as he rolls his hips again and Garrison, lying beside me with his head braced on his elbow, skims his fingers down my body and strokes my clit.

I lift my hips and try to rock back. “Fuck.”

Vaughn laughs as he eases his hips away. “Not yet, beautiful. We’ve just started. Let’s see how long we can make this last.”

“A long time.” I swallow my moan at Vaughn’s frustratingly slow, shallow pumps as I dig my fingers into his hips. “That’s how long it will last.”

“Ah.” Vaughn grins. “Confident, huh? Then let’s step things up a bit.”

He felt incredible before. When he drapes my legs over his shoulders and strokes inward again, I grab the cushions, him, anything at all as I slam my eyes shut, arch my back, and moan as I fight not to come. My hips are up off the cushions, so each slow penetration brings me flush against him.

This angle is… everything.

“How is that, beautiful?” Vaughn’s jaw is tight as he pumps, leaning ever so slightly over me. Each thrust is literal perfection and I’m counting down the seconds until I start begging for him to move faster.

“Okay, I guess,” I lie.

“Maybe there’s something I can do to help things along.” Garrison smiles at me and drops a brief kiss on my lips, then looks at Vaughn. “Lift her.”

Lift me?

Vaughn leans back a little, grasps my hips with both hands, and lifts me a few inches up off the cushions. As he lifts, with my legs still draped over his shoulders, Garrison slides under me, my back to his chest.