Page 119 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

Each touch only heightens my arousal. The fabric of the blanket teases my nipples, and Dash’s gentle touch at my side sends me into a spiral all over again.

A whimper leaves my lips.

“I don’t think our omega is done with us yet,” Zane teases. “Quinn? Dash?”

“With pleasure.” Dash rips the blanket off, and his lips are on mine again.

Dash’s kiss is hungry, demanding, as his tongue explores every crevice of my mouth. His hands roam my body with a newfound urgency, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. I moan into the kiss, my body instinctively arching toward him.

Quinn’s mouth latches onto my breast, swirling his tongue around my nipple before sucking hard. The sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to my core, reigniting the fire that had barely begun to cool. His hand slides down my stomach, his fingers dipping between my thighs to find me still slick and sensitive.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my skin, circling my clit with expert precision. “Always so eager for us.”

I whimper and buck my hips against his hand, seeking more friction. Dash breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin. I know I’ll be marked come morning, but I don’t care.

“Please,” I implore, not even sure what I’m begging for—more touches, more kisses, more of everything they are willing to give me.

“What do you need, sparkles?” Dash asks, his voice rough with desire. “Tell us.”

I struggle to form coherent thoughts, my mind clouded with lust. “I… I need…”

“She needs to be filled again,” Zane growls, his eyes dark with renewed arousal. “Don’t you, little one?”

I nod frantically, beyond words at this point. Quinn’s fingers still work their magic between my thighs, building a pressure that threatens to consume me. Dash’s mouth finds mine again, swallowing my moans of pleasure.

With a swift movement, Quinn replaces his fingers with something much larger, sliding into me in one smooth thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him. He sets a punishing pace, each thrust hitting spots deep inside me that send sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

Dash moves to straddle my chest, his arousal evident. “Open up, sparkles,” he murmurs, tracing his thumb over my lower lip. I obey without hesitation, taking him into my mouth. The taste of him, musky and masculine, floods my senses.

As Quinn continues to thrust into me, setting a relentless pace, Dash begins to move in my mouth. The dual sensations are overwhelming, and pleasure assaults me from all sides. Malachi and Zane, who are still recovering, content themselves withtouching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach, adding to the sensory overload.

The room fills with the sounds and scents of our passion. My muffled moans mix with their grunts and groans of pleasure, and the air is thick with the smell of sex and sweat, an intoxicating aroma that only fuels our desire.

Quinn’s thrusts become more erratic, his pace faltering as he nears his peak. His fingers dig into my hips, sure to leave bruises, but the slight pain only heightens my pleasure. Dash’s movements in my mouth grow more urgent, his breathing ragged.

“That’s it, love,” Malachi murmurs, his voice husky with renewed arousal. “Take them both. You’re doing so well.”

Zane’s hand snakes between my legs, his fingers finding my sensitive bud. He circles it with expert precision, adding to the building pressure inside me. The combination of sensations—Quinn filling me, Dash in my mouth, Zane’s fingers on my most sensitive spot—is overwhelming.

I teeter on the edge of another orgasm, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. Quinn senses my impending release, his thrusts becoming deeper until his knot locks inside me.

“Come for us,” he growls, his voice strained. “Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

His words are the final push I need. The tension snaps, and I soar. Waves of pleasure crash over me, each one more intense than the last. I cry out around Dash, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.

My release triggers theirs. Quinn buries himself deep inside me, his body tensing as he finds his own climax. Dash follows suit, spilling down my throat with a guttural groan. I swallow reflexively, his taste filling my mouth.

As the aftershocks subside, they gently disentangle themselves from me. Gentle hands caress me, soothing my trembling muscles, and soft kisses are pressed against my heated skin.

“You were amazing,” Malachi murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple.

“Absolutely perfect,” Quinn agrees, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.

“Our beautiful, strong omega,” Zane adds, his voice filled with pride and love.

Dash, always the playful one, grins wickedly. “I think we wore our little sparkle out,” he teases gently.

I manage a weak smile, utterly spent but feeling more content and loved than I have in weeks.

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