Page 21 of Packed Up In Vegas

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I was held totally immobile as Callie’s fingers explored my knot, teasing and squeezing until I thought I might faint from hyperventilating.

Amir finally dragged her hands away to take pity on me. “That’s enough, princess. If you’re that eager for a cock, you can have mine.”

Kai was clear-eyed by the time I stumbled over to him and parked my ass on the bed. Thank god for that because I did not have the fortitude to restrain an alpha in rut right now.

Amir wasn’t quite as gentle with her as I had been, but Callie didn’t seem to mind one bit. I shouldn’t have been thinking about forever, but there was a certain sort of pleasure in knowing we were matched with an omega who wanted us this much. She was going to be fucking excellent to play with when the heat was over.

Part of me knew she was likely only this exuberant because of the hormones and the serum, but it was impossible not to wonder what she would be like behind closed doors. Would we be able to coax her to the same fervor? I wanted to try so badly, to get my hands on her in other circumstances and see what heights I could take her to. I wanted to make her fly.

One of Callie’s hands reached toward me and I took it in mine, my heart giving a squeeze when she held on tightly.

Fuck. I had been so distracted watching her that I’d forgotten I had a job to do down here. I nudged Kai to angle back and tucked my face down so my tongue could reach Callie. It would only be fair if I was as enthusiastic with her as she was with me. She tasted so fucking good. Sweet and tart, candied apple coating my tongue and filling my nose. I didn’t even mind how strong Kai’s cinnamon scent twined with hers. This sweet, beautiful omega was all I craved.

“That’s it, princess,” Amir crooned. “Your throat was made to take cock.”

I couldn’t help but rock against the bed, knowing exactly what she looked like right now with Amir using her perfect mouth. Callie’s grip tightened and she arched up with a cry. I licked her through that rise and the next until she sank to the bed and Amir pulled out, his cum decorating her alongside mine.

She looked good enough to eat.

Kai pulled out of her, his knot finally gone down enough to allow it, and I immediately pushed him aside to properly get my mouth on her. We all got pretty fucking close during these shows, but there had always been relatively clear boundaries; apparently where Callie was concerned, I didn’t give a shit. I wanted to taste her and if Kai was included in that, then so be it.

Callie shuddered and squirmed, writhing against me now that she was free to do so without the others holding her down. I wrapped my lips over her clit and sucked, drawing out all her luscious, desperate noises. Her soft thighs pressed against my head as she came, silencing the world around us except for the blood rushing in my ears while twitches rippled through her, making her shiver against my mouth.

Then she was quiet, languid and exhausted. We had taken her enough, given her what she needed to break the haze, and now she needed to rest. I carefully peeled her thighs open and feasted my way up one leg and back down, nipping her clit before lavishing attention on her other thigh. Her sweet shudders were all the encouragement I needed to continue. She might have needed to rest but that didn’t mean I had to stop exploring. If all went well, I would have a lifetime to do that, but for the moment I was too eager to stop. She deserved all of my attention, deserved every ounce of pleasure she could grab in this life, and I planned to deliver it to her in spades.

Kai nudged me over, taking hold of one of her ankles and kissing his way along the length of her leg until we were both nestled at the crux of her thighs, alternating teasing licks and nips that had her squeaking and jerking. Callie’s sounds changed once more and I looked up to see Amir indulging himself on her tit, her fingers locked in his hair.

I scraped my teeth over the softness of her thigh, cradling it over my shoulder. It was entirely unfair how lovely she was. I didn’t know what to do with my craving for her except to pour it out and let her take everything she could hold.

“Diego.” My name was broken on her lips.

I climbed up to loom over her. “Yes, precious?”

“Please,” she begged. “Please, I need?—”

“Of course you do, darling.” I pushed Amir out of the way so I could settle my weight on top of her and nuzzle her cheek. “Of course you need. Beautiful, slutty omegas as desperate as you always do. Don’t you worry; we’re going to give you everything and more.”

A simple shift in my hips was all it took and I sank into the scorching heat of her cunt.

“Yes,” she whined. “Knot. Please, please, pl?—”

The first snap of my hips had her choking off her words and I settled into a rhythm that had a soft cry bursting out of her with every thrust.

All mine.

I didn’t care that I had to share her, didn’t care that someone else had the honor of bonding her first. Callie was mine—ours—and soon she would know it.

Every inch of me was inflamed, aching to be touched even as hands were everywhere. None of it was enough to drive away the heat that clawed at me, that demanded I be soft and open. I had lost track of who was where multiple times, only concerned that someone was inside me at all times.

Clove and nutmeg saturated each breath.

Diego.

The slick warmth of his skin had me close to overheating, but I didn’t want him to move, didn’t want him to stop driving his hips against mine, plundering my body to satisfy the demands of the heat. He felt so good I wanted to cry. Honestly, I wasn’t far off as I sobbed my release and melted, completely depleted.

“One more, little dove.”

I turned to Kai, his chin resting on the bed next to me. He was so pretty. I reached a lazy hand toward him and tucked my fingers into the sweaty strands of his hair.

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