Page 83 of Talk About… History

Though, my body had never reacted quite like this.

“Yes, please,” I whined, my omega so close to the edge now that there was no going back.

Not that I wanted to…

This was exactly where I wanted… no, needed, to be.

Arden was the first to move, his hands running up my calves and over my thighs, pushing my dress up as he went until he’d exposed my matching pink panties.

The dress I picked was a soft, blush pink. It hugged my curves, showcasing my cleavage and long legs. It was cropped in the middle, my stomach exposed and small ties holding it together on the hips. The fabric was flexible enough that he was able to push it up easily. It had the exact effect I wanted, to drive my mates wild enough that we all gave in to the tension brewing between us.

Mason was meticulous, undressing me slowly and delicately as if he didn’t want to harm my dress or scare me, I wasn’t sure which.

Goosebumps broke out along my skin as cool air hit me. I lifted up just enough for him to pull the dress fully over my head.

Instead of tossing it aside, he laid it across the couch so I could wear it later, unwrinkled and pristine.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby,” Mason breathed out, eyes transfixed on my lacy bra. His fingers ghosted over the fabric, my nipples peaking underneath at the gentle touch, back arching into him, demanding more.

“She’s so responsive,” Ford purred, the low rumble sending a fresh wave of heat through me, slick seeping down my legs and filling the room with my scent.

Three matching growls filled the air and the alphas moved in a flurry, shedding their own clothes. My mouth dried as I took them in, three alphas with three distinct physiques. Mason was all hard muscles and bronzed skin, Ford was more lean, freckles and tattoos covering his pale skin, and Arden was strong muscles and a dark smattering of hair.

Fuck, if I wasn’t convinced before, I was now. I needed them. Now.

My hands moved on their own, fingers wrapping around Mason and Ford since Arden was out of reach. He simply watched my hands on them before parting my thighs, spreading me open and staring at the apex of my thighs where I knew my desire was soaking through my panties.

I expected him to pull them free, but instead he pushed his nose against the thin fabric, breathing in my scent like he couldn’t help himself.

His low, rumbling purr turned into a fierce noise that sent shocks of pleasure through me, my panties soaking further.

His warm tongue pressed against me, the feeling forcing a whimper from my lips as a jolt shocked through me, I couldn’t help but grind on his face, demanding he touch me, as my fists pumped over the other two alphas furiously.

I was so desperate that I could barely register the thoughts, my body functioning on pure need and instinct.

Yet, I was aware. There was no fog, only their mixed scents, the pheromones of our mixed arousal, and the feel of them claiming me inch after inch. This was natural and perfect, nothing like I’d experienced before.

“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last if you keep that up,” Mason groaned. He and Ford both were thrusting into my tight fists, their breath coming out in desperate huffs.

“Give me your hand,” Ford begged. I let go of him and he wrapped his fingers around mine, guiding me down to my panties and pushing them down as he guided my fingers to my pussy.

Together, we slid through my slick, lubing up my fingers and palm. The pressure on my clit had me letting out a keening whine, the need for release nearly painful now.

Ford rubbed our joined hands over my pussy a few more times, my hips bucking into it, legs quaking at the relief.

Then Arden was pulling us away and ripping my panties off. I couldn’t care less what happened to them, the tearing telling me they were done either way.

Ford guided my slick-laced palm back to his cock, this time the slide so much easier. Mason didn’t do the same, his own hand finding my slick, pumping two fingers into my core as Arden positioned himself above me, moving around Mason’s hand to latch onto my clit.

A scream tore out of me at the overwhelming pleasure, vision blurring slightly and muscles tensing, though I was still aware enough to release Mason when his hand found mine, spreading my slick over himself before letting me take over again.

Now that they were both covered in my slick, something that filled my omega with pride, the movements were smoother. That left me to focus more on the feel of Arden feasting on my needy cunt.

He set a pace of sucking hard on my clit, while two fingers pumped furiously into me, the movements rough enough to keep me careening forward.

When my movements faltered, Mason wrapped his hand around mine, guiding me and tightening my grip. I was so turned on by them all that it was hard to remember to breathe.

All I knew was pure, white-hot pleasure and the satisfaction from my omega at being cared for so thoroughly by her mates.

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