Page 130 of Priceless

“Fuck.”

He swore the second my lips touched his skin there.

“Ocean.” It sounded like he was barely holding himself back from taking control, and that sent power surging through me. Micah tasted darker here. Addictive.

Sinking into the lust and power, I took his balls completely into my mouth and moaned. I’d waited too long to do this. The only thing that would stop the craving was his pleasure on my tongue.

Moving back to the tip, I sank onto him. There was no way to take all of him in my mouth. Not without practice, at least. But I did what I could, even when my eyes watered and I didn’t think I could go further. I needed it.

I barely registered the sound of the door opening. Everett’s voice was firm. “This room is off limits until we’re finished.”

Had someone seen me? I didn’t care. Not while I was drowning in Micah and wanted him to come. I wasn’t Ocean at the moment. I was only an Omega, and I was desperate.

Hands peeled the robe from my shoulders, and warmth lined my back. “This is a sight to walk in on, sweetheart,” Cameron whispered in my ear.

“Don’t stop me.”

“I’m not going to stop you. I’m going to help you.”

I dove back onto Micah’s cock, now savoring the slide of him on my tongue. He felt different now. The angle was harder for me to take and somehow making me want more.

He’d stood up.

Micah now towered over me, looking down with dark fire in his eyes. My gaze slid up every ridge of muscle and the way his arms flexed with need. One corner of his mouth lifted, telling me absolutely everything.

Such a tiny movement didn’t have any right to be so fucking hot.

Fingers wove into my hair and took control of my movements. But not Micah. Cameron. His voice was low and dangerous. “You told me in Venisi you wanted to taste all of us.”

I whined, barely moving my mouth away. “I need it.”

“You want to taste all of us? Right now?”

Cameron was pressed against me, but I felt the way he’d turned. The way his hand was moving near my hip, stroking his cock in quick, firm strokes.

All of them.

Together.

What had been heat turned into an inferno. Perfume exploded in a cloud around me, and between my thighs I was so wet I might leave remnants on the tile. But I didn’t do anything about it. The only thing that would put out the fire was them and the need to claim them after others—no matter who—had touched them.

I nodded, unable to speak with my mouth full. So fucking full.

“You don’t have to think about anything, sweetheart. We see how much you need it.”

Another whine, my body shaking with it.

Cameron guided me further onto Micah’s cock, and I took more than I had before. I let go, and I loved letting go. There was beauty in knowing that they would take care of it. Take care of me. Even while I was doing something for them, they had me.

It was the reason I could be on my knees without fear. The reason I wasn’t thinking about the way my naked body looked from above or in the awkward position of kneeling. They were safe.

“You’re going to let him fuck your mouth until he comes all over your tongue.” Cameron murmured the words into my neck, still holding my head where he wanted it, still stroking his cock. Everett was somewhere behind us. I heard the sounds of his pleasure too.

“And when he does, you’re going to let that taste you want so badly coat every part of your mouth, and you’re going to keep it open, understand?”

I closed my eyes. Brutal arousal had its fist closing around my ribs. It was hard to breathe, and all I wanted was for this sensation and the feeling of them to suffocate me.

“Understand, wife? You keep your mouth open so Rett and I can come between those fuckable lips of yours, and then you’ll be tasting all of us together.”

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