Page 117 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

As soon as the words leave my lips, the atmosphere in the room shifts. The air becomes thick with desire, our combinedscents mingling into an intoxicating aroma. Malachi’s eyes darken with passion as he slowly lifts my shirt, trailing his fingers across my skin. The cool air hits my exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt.

Zane’s mouth finds mine, his kiss deep and demanding. His tongue explores every crevice, tasting and teasing. I moan into the kiss, my body arching toward him instinctively. Quinn’s hands replace Malachi’s on my breasts, kneading and caressing with expert precision. His thumbs circle my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

Dash’s fingers continue their teasing journey up my thighs, inching closer to where I need them most. The anticipation is almost unbearable. I whimper and buck my hips, silently begging for more.

“Patience, sparkles,” Dash murmurs against my inner thigh, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. “We’re going to take our time with you and worship every inch of this beautiful body.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, desire pooling low in my belly. I feel cherished, desired, and loved beyond measure. The fear and pain of the past few weeks begin to melt away, replaced by an all-consuming passion.

As if on cue, they all move in perfect synchronization, their touches becoming more purposeful, more intense. Malachi’s hands slide down my sides, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my pajama bottoms. With agonizing slowness, he pulls them down, his knuckles grazing my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Quinn’s mouth replaces his hands on my breasts, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucks gently, drawing a low moan from my throat. The contrast between the cool air and his warm mouth sends shivers of pleasure coursing through me.

Zane kisses a trail down my neck, nipping my collarbone before soothing the sting with his tongue. His hand cups myface, tilting it toward him so he can capture my lips once more in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.

Dash’s fingers finally, finally reach their destination, ghosting over my most sensitive areas with featherlight touches. I gasp into Zane’s mouth, my hips jerking involuntarily, seeking more friction.

“So wet for us already,” Dash murmurs appreciatively, his finger circling my entrance. “You’re perfect, sparkles. Absolutely perfect.”

I whimper, overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting me from all sides. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

Malachi’s voice cuts through the haze of desire. “Tell us what you need, love,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “We want to make you feel good… make you forget everything but this moment.”

I struggle to form coherent thoughts, my mind clouded with lust. “I… I need…” I gasp as Dash’s fingers finally slip inside me, curling in a way that makes me see stars. “Oh God, yes, that. More of that.”

They chuckle softly, the sounds sending shivers down my spine. “Your wish is our command,” Quinn says, his voice husky with desire.

What follows is a symphony of sensation. Hands caress every inch of my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Mouths explore, tasting, teasing, and driving me to the brink of madness. I lose track of whose hands are where, whose mouth is doing what, and it all blends into a kaleidoscope of pleasure.

Dash’s fingers work magic between my thighs, building a pressure that threatens to consume me. Zane’s mouth on my breast sends jolts of electricity straight to my core. Quinn swallows my moans, while Malachi whispers words of love and encouragement.

The intensity builds into a crescendo of passion and desire. My body trembles, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. I’m vaguely aware of my own voice, a litany of pleas and moans that echo in the room.

“Let go, love,” Malachi murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “We’ve got you. Let yourself fall.”

His words are the final push I need. The tension that’s been building snaps, and I fall, shattering into a million pieces. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, each one more intense than the last. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as my fingers claw at the sheets.

They hold me through it all, grounding me. Their touches are gentle now, soothing, bringing me back down from the heights of pleasure. Soft kisses pepper my face, neck, and shoulders, and whispered words of love and adoration fill my ears.

As the aftershocks subside, I become aware of their own need, hard and insistent against me, but there’s no rush. They seem content to bask in the afterglow of my pleasure, their hands still roaming my body with reverent touches.

“You’re beautiful,” Quinn murmurs, brushing his lips against my temple. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

I manage a weak smile, still catching my breath. “That was… intense,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from my cries of pleasure.

Malachi chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest where I’m nestled against him. “That was just the beginning, love,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

I feel a thrill of anticipation mixed with a twinge of nervousness. “The beginning?” I murmur, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Zane’s hand cups my cheek, turning my face toward him. His eyes are dark with desire, but there’s tenderness there too. “Onlyif you want more,” he says softly. “We can stop anytime you need to.”

I consider for a moment, taking stock of my body and emotions. Despite the intensity of what we just shared, I find myself craving more. The fear and anxiety that have plagued me since my rescue seem distant now, overshadowed by the love and desire radiating from my alphas.

“I want more,” I whisper, my voice gaining strength. “I want all of you.”

A collective groan rises from the men surrounding me, their scents spiking with renewed arousal.

“Are you sure, sparkles?” Dash asks, his usual playful tone tinged with seriousness. “We don’t want to overwhelm you.”

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