Page 219 of Captive Omega

Garrison presses my thighs open and drops a kiss on my right inner knee.

My eyes fly open in surprise.

“Vaughn.” Garrison blows warm air over me and I moan. “Give her a second.”

Vaughn lifts his head, eyes heavy-lidded. His jaw hardens as his gaze travels down the length of my body where Garrison has shoved my dress up over my hips.

Garrison shrugs out of his shirt, and as I watch, he nudges my damp panties aside and pushes my thighs even wider apart. His back and shoulder muscles ripple as he makes himself comfortable until his mouth is an inch from my exposed pussy.

Breathing suddenly becomes very, very difficult.

Garrison licks his lips as he stares between my thighs like someone just piled up a plate of all his favorite desserts and offered it to him for the taking. “Since Vaughn’s phone call destroyed my ability to get any work done, I’ve been very much looking forward to this.”

I gulp. “But you did it before.”

When I was in heat.

His eyes hook mine and a smile curls his lips. “That was… medicinal.” I swallow a smile at my own words being thrown back at me. His amusement soon fades. “This is about giving you everything, Resa.”

He dips his head between my thighs and laps me with his long, rough tongue like he’s been wandering a desert, stumbled on an oasis and intends to lap up every bit of water in it.

Except it’s me he’s licking like he doesn’t need to come up for air.

I grab onto his hair, holding where I want him, my hips punching up as he licks, sucks, and drives me insane. Vaughn claims my lips as he caresses my breasts, tugging my nipples hard enough to make me whimper, then soothing the sting with indulgent heavy caresses.

I wiggle, grinding down as Garrison’s tongue grows more insistent.

Fabric tears. I’m no longer wearing panties at all. Garrison groans, using his tongue, the edge of his teeth, and one thick index finger to drive me into an explosive release.

My back arches as I break Vaughn’s kiss, sucking air into my lungs as I shatter.

Vaughn tucks my face against his neck as I re-learn how to breathe. He strokes the back of my hair as Garrison skims his fingers over my hips, occasionally dropping sweet kisses on my inner thighs.

“Recovered, beautiful?” Vaughn asks long minutes later, rubbing his chin over the top of my hair. It’s a surprisingly sweet and loving gesture that I lean into.

I tilt my head back and meet his gaze. “You say that like there’s more to come.”

His grin is boyish as he sits up, grips his shirt, and pulls it off. “Baby, we haven’t even started yet.”

“Oh?” I absorb his muscled chest inches from my face and my mouth is dry.

Garrison drops another kiss on my hip before he sits up, reaching for the waistband of his pants as Vaughn gets to his feet and reaches for his.

I don’t know where to look.

But since Garrison is slower at unbuttoning his pants than Vaughn, my eyes settle on Vaughn’s hands as I wait eagerly for him to drop his pants and I can finally see what he was rubbing against my hip.

The omega in me is eager for skin to skin. As I grab my dress to pull it off, Vaughn and Garrison forget what they were supposed to be undressing. Their eyes bounce between my hands, the hem of my rising dress, my breasts, and their stares are hungry.

I tug my dress over my head, tossing it aside. Vaughn’s pants follow my dress, and suddenly, I know exactly where to look.

I lick my lips.

“You look hungry, baby,” Vaughn murmurs.

I get to my knees and crawl over the cushions toward him with one goal in mind. “I might be a little hungry.”

“Something in particular you want to taste?” he continues in that same amused tone, and I know I’ll find a smile lurking in his eyes.

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