Page 80 of Scent of Home

I’m never, ever going to forget that sound. His sobbing breath calling my name, his fingers deep in my hair, holding me to his cock, the scent of vanilla in my nose and on my tongue. The hot rod of flesh pressing against my lips, slipping into my mouth and down my throat. I’m merciless in my slow pace, drawing out every second of pleasure. I want him boneless.

I’ve just engulfed him when I hear a savage growl behind me. Bray glides towards us and grabs Locke’s chin.

“That was a dirty, dirty trick,” Bray snarls.

He whispers in Locke’s ear, and then Locke is gasping, his body stiffening. Cum fills my mouth, and I swallow, again and again, until our omega is a rag doll.

I pull my mouth off his hard, pulsating cock and sit on my heels, grinning up at Bray.

“I want to hear what you just said. Share with the class, Bray.”

Bray shakes his head and leans down, sticking his tongue in my mouth, tasting our omega on me.

“Get on the mattress, both of you.”

I turn and find a naked Shane and Finn. Both are intent on Locke, but they don’t look happy at all.

“Locke, I have a bone to pick with you,” Finn grumbles and catches the omega by the hips as he tumbles to the mattress. Within seconds, they are wrapped around each other, limbs entwined. Finn seems to be so lost in Locke that he forgets how mad he is.

“He can fucking bark us!” Shane grumbles.

“No, it’s not a bark, it’s more subtle, it’s a purr. You have to be relaxed and willing,” I say absently, my gaze is fixed on the writhing couple.

“An omega purr? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“I’ve never heard of an omega hiding what he is this long, either, yet, he did it. Locke is exceptional.”

Shane is trembling, and I realise he’s struggling with it. I reach out and draw him to the single seat.

“Shane, it wasn’t intentional. I think his emotions got the better of him, the heat started, and he just acted. Protective instinct.”

Shane growls, a sound of frustration and rage. I straddle him and lean in, kissing him deeply.

“He’s happy now, see, look how happy he is, Alpha,” I murmur against his lips.

In five seconds flat, he’s shifted my weight and clothing and impaled me. When I lift my head, the Shane that lives in the rut has returned. He grabs my hips and moves me, fucking me on him.

It’s so damn hot, I let out my own whimper.

He reaches out and tears the dress from me, throwing the scraps away. His mouth finds my breast, and he sucks hard.

I cry out and as I glance around, I spot Bray watching us intently.

So hot, he mouths.

I crook my finger, and he comes over to me, his mouth slamming against mine and then pulling away so he can kiss Shane.

Finn comes with a roar, and that sound sets me off. I tighten suddenly around the gigantic cock inside me, convulsing and twitching as my release washes through me.

“So pretty,” Bray whispers.

Shane doesn’t let me up, he keeps fucking, and I feel his knot. I grind on it, and it sends sparks of pleasure through me.

Bray winks, and with a stroke down my spine, he leaves us. I hear Locke cry out not long after, and the sound of fucking starts, flesh slapping against flesh.

Shane grips my hips with bruising intensity and then matches us with Bray’s movements.

My eyes widen as I listen to my whines and Locke’s synchronizing.

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