Page 186 of Candy & Her Saints

His expression becomes hungry.

“Do you want me to peg you, my Omega?” I whisper.

This time, Ghost’s nod is frantic.

I can’t misread his response.

He wants me to fuck him, before our Alpha does.

I turn my head to check with Thomas, however, because this breaks tradition. The Chief Alpha has the right of first knotting in a pack.

“It’s clear what he wants.” Thomas simply lets go of Ghost’s hand to card his fingers through his curls. “Don’t worry, good Omega, we’re going to give it to you. Love, check that he’s ready for our knots.”

“My fucking pleasure, peacock.” Lincoln runs his fingers down Ghost’s lower back.

Then he dips lower, before swirling his fingers over Ghost’s hole, which is wet with slick.

Ghost keens, when Lincoln fingers him tormentingly, first with one finger and then two.

Hell, this is just as tormenting for me because I’ve dreamed of pegging my male Omega my entire life, and I’m only just holding myself back.

To my shock, however, Ghost growls, low and primal.

Then he reaches between us to grab my cock, lining it up, before wriggling to get himself into position.

It seems that he can’t hold himself back.

Surprised, Lincoln’s fingers slip out.

“It looks like our little gambler is ready.” I don’t hesitate.

I plunge in with one long, firm stroke.

My breath catches, as the dildo works inside me at the same time as I peg Ghost, who keens in pleasure.

Lincoln winds his hand in Ghost’s curls, kissing down his spine. He dry humps against him in time with my thrusts up into Ghost. Even as Lincoln kisses Ghost, however, he looks at me with a half-hooded gaze.

I pet Ghost’s side, then I grip onto his hips hard enough to bruise.

Hard enough that he can feel that I’m never letting go of him.

He’s mine.

The harder that I fuck, the harder I pleasure myself.

Then my eyes widen, however, when Ghost growls with a quirk of his lips. All of a sudden, he rests his hands on my shoulders, before pushing his knees either side of me and using the leverage to ride me. He bounces up and down much faster on my strap-on, than I could piston into him.

He leans down to suck savagely on my neck, riding his way to pleasure.

My eyes roll back into my head, as Ghost manages to fuck me hard, even at the same time that I’m fucking him.

This is what it means for Omegas to fuck.

Ghost’s slick slides against my pussy, making me even wetter.

“Harder,” Thomas snarls.

I whine, when Thomas takes his own dick out of his pants. He’s already hard. He slowly strokes himself, as he watches us together with dark eyes.

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