Page 32 of Faith and Fury

Micah and I strip down to our boxers and join them on the bed. I lift Faith by her hips so I can lie her down—panting, shuddering, and half-naked—before us. My cock twitches uncontrollably.

Just imagining what it would feel like to sink all the way inside her.

“Fuck, she’s gorgeous,” Jaxon groans. “Prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Faith squirms desperately.

“Don’t you worry, omega.” I crawl over her. “My packmates and I are going to take very, very good care of you.”

Her eyes lock onto mine. In them, I see those words.

I’M YOURS.

And I kiss her.

She tastes just like she smells—like lavender on fire, the sweetest smoke.

I feel my way down her body, from the hollow at the base of her neck, through her sternum, into her lower stomach. She never once breaks my gaze, like she’s daring me to touch her more. Harder.

This omega will be the death of me.

“These are coming off.” I hook my finger over her underwear. “Gonna get you nice and ready for us.”

Jaxon takes the liberty of helping her out of her shirt, freeing her exquisite breasts. Small, pert, heaving with every breath. He sucks on one and massages the other, making her writhe so much I have to pin her hips to the mattress.

“Just breathe, angel,” Micah purrs. “Doing so well already.”

Fuck—her pussy is drenched. I circle the swollen bundle of nerves with my tongue as I ease one finger in, starting off slow.

“Woah, woah, hey,” Micah goes on, “you’re okay. We got you.”

I look up from between Faith’s holy legs, concerned, only to find her eyes rolling back into her head. Spasms fire through her body. Her nectar floods my tongue.

“Holy shit,” Jaxon gasps, “is she—?”

My inner alpha preens. I’ve barely touched her, and she’s coming apart.

I take a breath, adding a second finger. “That’s it, omega. Ride it out.”

My packmates have to help me pin her down, jerking against each aftershock. I finally pull back. Give her a chance to breathe.

“That was amazing,” Jaxon declares. “Fucking perfect, baby.”

“Sweet girl,” Micah hums, peppering her in kisses. “You must’ve needed that so, so badly.”

Gently, I glide my fingers back in, testing her response. She throws her head into Micah’s chest, breathing heavily.

“Omega,” I say, “this what you want? More of my fingers? My tongue?”

“Or mine,” Jaxon volunteers.

Faith frowns in question.

I rub her thigh. “We don’t have to go any further. I’m happy to keep making you come, just like this …” I kiss her clit. “If that’s all you want.”

“Me too,” Micah puts in. “Assuming, uh, I also get a turn.”

Faith’s frown only deepens. She sits up just enough to grab a fistful of my hair, drawing me towards her. When she kisses me, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue, I’m so enraptured that I almost don’t realize what’s happening.

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