Page 112 of Priceless

Cameron ran the side of it over my lips, letting me feel the rippling waves and the small bumps. Goosebumps chased themselves over my skin, bringing my nipples to further hardness and new wetness gathering between my thighs.

“What do you say?” His voice was low. “Want to try it?”

“Yeah.”

That slow smile was deadly. Like he knew I’d say yes, but wanted to hear me say it. That smile would devour me whole and make me love every second. “Good.”

Sitting back, Cameron fisted his cock, stroking it a few times before fitting himself to the sleeve. A low, feral sound came out of him as he worked it down his shaft. “It feels just as good for us,” he whispered, voice straining. “We made sure of that.”

Cam was already the thickest of my three husbands. Watching him slowly fucking the sleeve onto his cock was turning me into a living inferno. I’d be rubbing my thighs together if he didn’t have me spread on either side of his knees. Trapping me open while he fucked himself in order to fuck me.

My body convulsed with need. He was so close, and I needed him. “Cam.”

“Such an eager Omega.”

“Please.”

“Almost there,” he groaned, finally pushing the last of his cock into the clear silicone. There was a hole at the tip, and it was short enough not to impede the swelling of his knot. But I wasn’t thinking about those things as he pressed the head of his cock into me.

Oh, fuck.

He was so much thicker already, and it was enough to have my eyes rolling back.

Slow, even thrusts had him working his way into me like it was the first time. Every ridge and ribbon and bump, I felt. Pressing into me in a hundred ways and all of them were incredible. It was like Everett’s piercing, but everywhere.

The sleeve made him so thick it was hard to breathe.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

There were no words. How was I supposed to be capable of speech when he was filling me up like this? I could barely think, let alone pretend I was coherent.

Taking my mouth in a kiss, Cameron moved. Rocking his hips and setting off a hundred thousand fireworks in my body and brain. Holy. Actual. Shit.

It was too much. Not enough. I was going to fall into oblivion with this feeling and he hadn’t even started yet.

With my eyes closed and my ears filled with my own heartbeat, I hadn’t even noticed him pick up the little suction toy. Or the way he’d lifted himself up so he could nestle it against my clit.

“Fuck.” I gasped the word. Vibration and suction started at the same time, Cameron still fucking me. I’d never used this kind of toy with anything else. The combination of him and the sleeve and the toy sent white light shooting behind my eyes. “Cameron.” His name was a whimper. “Alpha.”

He smiled with that same easy grace, keeping his pace slow and thorough. Harder now as my body adjusted. All the way in, all the way out, his hips pushing the toy just a little harder into my clit each time, and he fucking knew it.

“You gonna fall apart for me, sweetheart?”

I was. And it was terrifying. Because on the other side of this orgasm, it felt like falling into nothing. Into the unknown. This wasn’t three Alphas taking care of their wife. This was him and me. And I knew—I knew—that these moments with each of them would absolutely ruin me.

The pleasure spun through me, coiling in my favorite way. That infinite falling sensation just before the orgasm that almost felt better. Where you were so close and so far away and you never wanted it to stop. I was trying to hold on to it. The friction of the textured sleeve cock stretching me and hitting deep, and the suction lapping at my clit.

My muscles strained as I held on, clinging to the fraying rope that was my self control.

“Hmmm.” Cameron dropped his mouth to my neck. “Naughty Omega, holding on when I’m trying to make you come. You like denial?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“You’re fighting awfully hard.” His hips moved again, forcing the vibrator—which he already held tight against me—closer.

“I—” Dizzy delirium overtook me. “I don’t know how to say it.”

“Just say it. Whisper it if you have to.”

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