Page 170 of Chosen Beta

Owen lifts me off Pete’s cock and instructs me to cup my pussy until we’re in position.

I do what he asks, no questions, and I’m rewarded very well for my trust.

He sets me down on the couch, telling me to stay up on my knees, legs spread.

The he sits on the floor in front of me and moves his head under my cupped pussy.

His arms move over my legs and my ass.

He spreads me wider, and then he moves my hand onto my thigh.

I can feel how much I’m dripping before he sucks my wet lips into his mouth, kissing me with the kind of ravenous hunger I’ve never experienced before. His tongue probes and licks, and his lips gently suck and kiss. He swallows, and swallows, and he barely pauses for air. There’s no doubt in my mind that he loves what he’s doing.

One glance down and I can see the acrobatics his cock is doing inside his jeans.

By the time his tongue moves to my clit, I’m beyond ready to come.

A few licks push me closer and closer to the edge, and then he sucks my clit and my whole body shakes as I come with a low moan, hands grasping at the soft leather of the couch to find some way to stabilize myself.

Pete moans softly and I look to the side to find he’s still being knotted by Ezra, and both of them are staring at me in a way that makes me feel so damn good.

It’s not hard to tell they like what they see.

I move up when Owen’s mouth lets go of my clit.

He slides out from under me, gasps in a breath and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

His pretty eyes are dark with lust when he turns and looks at me.

“Are you ready to be claimed?”

“And marked,” I remind him, not wanting to let him forget that part.

“Of course,” he says, as he gets to his feet and takes off the rest of his clothing.

“You’re too tall to mark me while we do this,” I state, knowing it without trying.

Shadow and Pete are closer to my height so that worked with them.

It’s not going to work with Ezra or Owen.

They can’t mark me while they’re inside me.

“Do you want me to mark you before, or after?” he asks.

“Before.”

I don’t want to risk passing out again after and not having all their marks on my skin when I wake up in the morning. It’s all happening tonight. I won’t accept anything less than that.

“And Ezra’s mark?” Owen asks.

“During,” I suggest, looking at my handsome doctor.

He smiles. “Sounds perfect.”

“If you’re not too busy,” I add, coaxing a wry smile out of Pete.

“He’s not too busy,” Pete assures me. “I was just testing his stamina for going into rut.”

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