Page 62 of Whatever It Takes

“Shit,” I grunt, leaning down to meet her. “Shouldn’t the knotting help your fever?”

“Easton’s cum helped a little, but I need you too. This wave is really bad.” She pushes her lips to mine, stretching my shaft toward her core. Her thumb runs over the top of my dick as she jerks me with her palm along the bottom of my length. It’s a completely different experience from how it feels when I jerk off.

Her honey and coconut scent is potent, and my system knows what it’s supposed to do.

Breed the omega.

Claim the omega.

Never let her escape.

Precum drips from my tip all over the top of her pussy, and it proves the whole breeding thing is true.

I groan into her mouth as her nails dig into my shoulder. She uses her other hand to force my crown between her pussy lips.

“Yes, nice of you to notice I’m still waiting,” Easton says in an annoyed tone that would normally make me roll my eyes.

“I don’t think we can both fit inside you like this,” I admit, pulling back from the kiss with Briar.

“Lie on your side facing her.” Easton proceeds to wrap both arms around her middle. He carefully moves her until they’re both lying down on the mattress. He grunts, pulling out and thrusting back in.

I’m still baffled how this is supposed to work, but I’m willing to try. It doesn’t even bother me that Easton is here for my first time. It’s a relief to have someone else in charge of choreographing everything.

I scramble to lie facing Briar, but the height difference is ridiculous. She barely reaches my chest, so I’m staring at Easton on eye level.

“This leg up and back.” Easton grabs her leg that’s closer to the ceiling and pulls it back toward him. I’m not sure if her toes end up digging into the bed or his ass, because I’m transfixed by the way it opens her pussy.

Holy fuck.

Where Easton disappears into her ass is also visible. He’s buried inside her to his knot. We’re going to be getting all kinds of up close and personal.

That pleading look is back on Briar’s face, and I want to meet her needs. I scoot down just a bit, and the little omega guides me to her opening.

She’s drenched, but based on what East said, some of that is probably his cum.

I have to curl around Briar’s front to keep my face close to hers.

Bringing my hand to her cheek, I give a tender caress as I thrust.

So much pressure.

Almost too much.

She’s slick and warm, but so fucking tight…

Briar moans.

My jaw falls open.

Fucking Easton mutters, “Finally.”

Her pussy clings to the first few inches of my shaft, and it takes my breath away.

“Oh, wow, okay. I’m inside you,” I whisper, like a total fool.

“Jackass.” That was Easton, and he doesn’t stop berating me under his breath.

“Be nice,” Briar says, slapping Easton’s hip. “You’re doing great. God, Calder, you feel amazing.”

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