Page 129 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Vito’s surprised and genuine smile makes my heart leap.

He obviously didn’t expect anyone to check in with him.

“I can’t fucking wait to feel how sweet your mouth is, beautiful,” Vito replies.

Then Vito turns his head to meet my heated gaze.

His long, black hair falls around him. He looks like a beautiful demon in my bed.

He reaches out to me. The tips of our fingers touch.

My skin tingles at every point that I’m touching one of my two scent matches.

“Benedict, tongue our Omega between her thighs at the same time that your Second Alpha has his snake sucked.” Ambrose straightens in the chair, leaning forward. “It’s a contest. Let’s see who can bring their good Omega or Alpha to the edge of coming first. But you lose, if they orgasm.”

Shit.

Vito and I whimper at the same time.

I’m going to lose. I feel close already.

Swan grins, competitive to win.

He’s never done this before, but I know how much effort he puts into a challenge.

Swan licks down the length of Vito’s cock experimentally, holding him down hard by the thighs to stop his hips from moving.

He grips his hand around the base of Vito’s cock, stroking him a couple of times. Then he hollows his cheeks, sucking up and down with a fervor that makes Vito shake.

Benedict, however, won’t be outdone.

He teases down my wet folds, sliding his elegant fingers into my pussy.

Then he nudges my clit with his nose.

When I look down, I’m startled when I catch a glimpse of Benedict’s mischievous green eyes.

He taps my clit with his tongue, before twirling around it, delicately.

“You taste sweet, soul mate.” Benedict cocks his head, before licking me again. I shiver. “Like cherries.”

Then he sucks enthusiastically, and I wail.

Precise and rhythmic, Benedict plays out a tune between my thighs.

I lose control, grabbing Benedict by the hair.

He purrs, as I hold him roughly against my pussy, dragging his eager tongue to where it drives my pleasure higher.

His purr sends vibrations through me in an intense way that makes me grip his hair even tighter.

“A-a-almost, Foxy,” I gasp. “M-m-more…”

I slam my head back.

It’s too much.

Not enough.

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