Page 114 of Priceless

There was no control and no way to hold myself in that space we’d talked about. I didn’t care. Cameron’s cock and the wand shoved me off a cliff into ecstasy. I couldn’t see, only feel. I might have screamed, but I couldn’t hear enough to tell. The party might be able to hear me.

I came crashing back into my body, gasping. And he didn’t stop. Past the orgasm and further, chasing his own pleasure and holding that wand exactly where it was.

The next orgasm crashed into me on the heels of the first. It barely felt like the first one had stopped. I squeezed down on Cameron, and the sleeve on his cock made that feel so fucking different. The shapes and textures pulled out more desperation. Was I even on the same plane anymore?

No one had ever made me feel like this. I didn’t know it was possible. I faded into the afterglow, though Cam didn’t stop fucking me. Using the wand to pull every last shudder from me.

Too much, too much, too much.

Perfection.

Sultry heat rose from somewhere so deep I didn’t understand it. It filled the crevices inside me and offered me a different kind of pleasure.

Cam’s eyes closed, every muscle tight, every movement sharp and jerky. He was close, but I was closer. That rich, dark heat was rising and I couldn’t stop it. It flowed up and up and up?—

My husband came with a shout, burying his knot inside me and shuddering. That sleeve was locked inside me too, along with this knot, pressing every divine button. It pushed against the invisible places only an Alpha could reach and gave me one last push. And he pushed with the wand, too. Hard.

Heat on heat and heat pouring out of me. Dripping over my thighs and Cameron’s cock. His knot. My whole body shook, and it didn’t stop. It was a release in a different way, easing me down, bringing me back to earth.

A cracking sound came, jarring, and the vibrations cut off suddenly. It didn’t matter. We were both done, trying to find our place in the world all over again.

Cameron set the wand aside, staring at me in awe. It was only after I took a few breaths that I realized that heat was real. Wetness soaked both of us, dripping down onto the bed.

“Oh my god.” Horror struck deep and true. “Please tell me I didn’t just pee on you, because I won’t come back from that.”

The smile on my husband’s face was blinding. He leaned down and cupped my face, kissing me. “You didn’t. But you did squirt all over me, and it might have been the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

I stared at him, and he chuckled again before lowering his weight slowly onto me. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

“I’m fucking glad I know. That’s going to happen again. I’m making sure we have waterproof sex blankets for the nest and all the bedrooms by the time we get home.”

“But,” I breathed, “how?”

Cameron moved his lips over my skin slowly, like he was taking me in. Cheeks, jaw, lips, neck. “I’m not an expert. And from the little I do know, it seems very individual. But with you? I’m guessing I pushed your body so far it had no choice but to release everything.”

I didn’t hate the sensation. Not at all. But?—

“Did I ruin the bed?”

“Doubtful. But we’ll have someone come change the sheets.”

Covering my face with my hands, I groaned. “That’s going to be so embarrassing.”

“Why?” Cam laughed when he saw my expression. He moved so one hand slid behind my head, massaging my scalp with his fingers. “I promise you, whatever you think is embarrassing, most hotel staff have seen worse than a post-sex bed. Especially at events like this one. You know us crazy rich people. We go wild.”

Jealousy flared so fast it stole my breath. “Anything I should know about?”

“We’ve never been part of the wild ones, but I’ve heard stories. And I think any of us would be happy to recreate them with you if you want.”

Slow, soothing motions of his fingers relaxed that instinct, along with his purr. “Are you purring to try to change the subject?”

“No. I’m purring because I have my beautiful Omega underneath me, hugging my knot so well it makes me feral. If anything, I want to encourage that possessive streak you pretend you don’t have.”

“I don’t like being jealous.”

He smiled, and there was something behind it, but he didn’t say it.

“What’s a crazy story you heard?”

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