Page 115 of Fight

“Such a good fucking girl. Do you want your reward, birthday girl?”

I can’t breathe normally yet, much yet form words that exist outside of mind, yet it appears they’re unnecessary. I desperately want my reward. Auggie removes his fingers and the toy, tossing it away before he flips me onto my stomach.

“Present that pretty pussy to your alpha, baby girl,” he growls, making me desperate to make him happy. This feeling should scare me, but it doesn’t. I know he won’t abuse his power over me, and as an omega, I want his praise.

Scrambling onto my hands and knees, I widen my stance so he gets the best view. I’ve almost forgotten the guys are on the phone until they curse under their breaths.

“I was not expecting us to be stroking one out this morning as we watched you get fucked on your birthday, but I can’t say I’m unhappy about this,” Tommy growls.

Gasping, I look over my shoulder to see them lazily fucking their fists as they watch.

“You’re the star here, Cere,” Augustine says, his large hands grabbing my ass and spreading them wide. “Look how wet she is, knowing you’re watching. She’s our gorgeous girl.”

“Auggie,” I whimper. Climbing onto the bed behind me, he coats his dick with my slick as he slides it over my core.

“I know,” he murmurs. “Neither of us can wait to prep you as much as I usually do?—”

“I don’t need it,” I whine. “I need you now.”

“She’s so fucking perfect,” Jasper rasps from the phone. “Give her what she wants. She deserves the whole Goddamn world on her special day.”

“You’re my favorite—” I scream as Auggie thrusts into my tight channel, my fingers clawing at the sheets in pleasure as his cock finds the perfect rhythm. “Auggie.”

“You remembered who’s cock is inside of you,” he teases as his hands squeeze my hips tightly. “I’m going to make you come, baby girl. I’m your best friend and your fucking favorite. They can watch.”

Keening as his piercings rub even deeper, rocking over my G-spot, I drop my cheek to the mattress as he plasters his chest to my back.

“God, you’re so damn sweet when you’re like this,” he growls. “Pliant yet spicy. You can tell me to go to hell for drinking your coffee later, right now I need you to drown my cock in your slick.”

“You don’t play fair,” I gasp, though I will always take orgasms before caffeine. I just won’t tell him that.

Chuckling, he kisses my back, reaching underneath me to firmly rub my clit.

“No, I don’t,” he agrees, his breath steadier than I’d expect it to be as his shaft pistons in and out of me. “I don’t have to when I’m fucking you. As long as you’re using your words, we’re good. Green or red?”

“Green, Daddy,” I gasp. Gabriel groans, and I can hear him coming as I shudder. “Oh fuck!”

“I am,” Auggie teases me with a chuckle. “I clearly need to do better.”

Before I can tell him he’s doing a damn fine job of turning my insides to mush, he pulls out of me and flips me onto my side. Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he smoothly lines his cock up with my entrance and pushes inside of me. The air in my lungs seems to evaporate as my eyes roll.

Shit that feels even better somehow.

“Goddamn, look how her pretty pussy stretches around his cock,” Jasper grunts. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

My toes begin to curl as my body begins to tighten. Whimpering, I writhe on the mattress, consumed by the need to come.

“Attagirl,” Augustine groans. “You’re strangling my cock so well. Relax, you can do it.”

His words of encouragement make me keen as I slick for him, the pressure before release building up in my body. My legs are shaking, and I gasp as my fingers torture and twist in the blankets.

One last thrust of Augustine’s cock makes me scream, shuddering as I come. Chest heaving, Auggie roars as he follows me over the edge.

“Happy birthday, Cere,” he whispers, carefully putting down my leg and gathering me into his arms. Hissing as his cock shifts inside of me, we both gasp as I hold him tightly.

“Happy birthday!” Gabe, Jasper, and Tommy yell before disconnecting, making me giggle.

“I can’t believe that happened,” I say breathlessly.