Page 94 of Faith and Fury

Hot, satisfied alpha pheromones roll over me. “That’s a good girl,” Micah groans, his cock twitching. “Ride it out, sweet thing.”

Oh god … fuck. Oh god oh fuck.

“Coming just from my fingers?” Jaxon teases. “Goddamn.”

“I think I had something to do with it, as well,” Micah says.

I nip his bottom lip. Now my omega has had a taste of what two alphas can give her, she wants more. Now.

I reach around, searching for Jaxon’s waist. Please, I sign, one-handed. Please. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to begging, and I know I should hate myself for it, but the way both Micah and Jaxon purr with approval … maybe I don’t have to.

Jaxon presses his tip against my ass, easing himself in.

My eyes widen. I can’t breathe for a second, clinging to Micah for dear life.

“Easy, Jax,” he says lowly. “Give her time to adjust.”

“Uh-huh,” Jaxon groans. “Her and me both.”

He waits for a second, all three of us breathing heavily, before testing out another inch. It takes all my focus not to clamp down, scared of what will happen if I let him in any deeper.

There’s no going back from this, my inner omega preens.

She’s right. Now I’ve felt this good, this full, I don’t think I can come without at least two of my alphas’ splitting me open.

Yours, my omega says, loving the word. That’s right. Yours.

I don’t have the willpower to fight her—not as Jaxon buries himself knot-deep. My heart is going like a jackhammer, coming to terms with the stretch.

“Shh, shh, hey.” Micah wipes the tears from my cheeks. “Is it too much? He can pull out.”

“Whatever—you need,” Jaxon grunts, rubbing my back.

I shake my head. Then, at Micah’s concerned expression, I kiss him. There’s no other way for me to explain how I feel right now. Because yes, it is too much, but no, please, do not pull out.

Jaxon is practically twitching with pre-come before I shimmy my hips, encouraging him to rock gently in and out.

“Oh …” Micah’s eyes squeeze shut. “That’s intense. You’re so tight, angel. So full.”

“This hot little body was made to take us, wasn’t it?” Jaxon drawls. “You’re sucking me in so well.”

I move my hips more urgently, nudging myself against Micah’s knot. His hands fly to my hips. My gaze travels down, my heart fluttering when I find Micah’s fingers interlaced with Jaxon’s—both of them working together to keep me in one piece.

Need a knot, my inner omega whines—reminding me how good Caleb’s knot felt during my heat. I almost give in, wanting more than anything to slam my pussy all the way down, but I bite back the urge.

Not without Fang.

“God, omega,” Jaxon growls, “trying to suck us dry?”

I smile hazily. If I’m about to come, I might as well take them both with me.

“Oh—!” Micah pants. “Faith. Oh, oh, that’s so good.”

“Come on, Micah,” Jaxon says, “give it to her. Our perfect little omega wants to be filled.”

Damn right. I kiss Micah, feeling my orgasm crest, then throw my head back to kiss Jaxon—giving them both just the right amount of leverage to—

“God!”

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