Page 87 of Who We Were

I'm back as fast as possible, and offer them to Amaya, but she's shaking like a leaf. "Oli," she pleads, her eyes heating and cooling rapidly with the battle she's fighting.

"Okay. Okay, baby, I got you both. Just keep breathing." Swiping the warm cloth over her sticky thighs, I wipe away some blood. "Amaya, this was consensual, right?” I whisper.

I have to know before I turn my attention to the alpha who took her virginity.

"Yes, of course. I wanted it, and I'm so happy we did. I just— He didn't know I hadn't..."

I nod and nudge her to lie down while I take care of a remorseful Vincent. "You rest for a bit," I direct.

Once she's curled up under a pile of fuzzy blankets, I approach Vincent, who is now zoning out and watching his omega.

"Vincent," I begin. "I'm gonna clean you up, alright? Let’s not snap my neck when I touch the behemoth between your legs, kay?" I tease, trying to make myself feel better.

His eyes flick to me quickly but they're back on Amaya in a spit second. Reaching forward, I use a clean cloth to clean his lower stomach first, mildly afraid to touch his boner.

The first touch of the towel has his cock twitching, much to my surprise, but I ignore it and my response of desire. "Amaya wanted you, Vincent. You didn't hurt her. You did exactly what your omega needed andwanted."

I continue to talk Vincent through what happened as I clean up the blood I can see in the low lighting of her nest. "You did good, Alpha," I praise, and jolt when his heads snaps toward me, a low growl of approval on his lips.

I sit frozen, my hand mere inches from his cock as his hot fingers wrap around my wrist. "Drop the cloth," he demands so low, I almost fucking groan.

I do as he says, enjoying the dominance rolling off of him and closing around me in a thick cloud of edible lemon. My fresh summer scent breezes toward him and swirls through his aura, happy to oblige his commands.

Licking my lips, I wait for his next order. I hold my breath as my hand dips in his grasp, wondering if he'll have me touch his cock like I'm hoping. Instead, he yanks me forward, a sexy fucking smirk splitting his lips right before he grabs the back of my neck and throws me on all fours in front of Amaya.

"Little mate," he purrs behind me. "We are gonna have a conversation about your perfect little cherry coating my cock later, but what shall we do with the beta who enjoyed cleaning me up, huh?"

Amaya writhes, her scent spiking one more time and coating my tongue as I pant out a breath between them. I don't know what the fuck is happening, but I love it.

"I—" Maya's chest heaves as she throws the blanket off of her, and, holy fucking shit, her pussy issoaked. "I'm dirty again, Beta," she purrs, eerie eyes challenging me with her tiny fucking pupils.

Vincent hums, the vibrations traveling from his hand on the back of my neck and the grip still holding one arm behind my back. I don't know if I'm going to survive them, but I will absolutely die trying.

Heat presses into my back. "You heard her, Oliver, didn't you?" Vincent says hotly in my ear. "Amaya?"

"Oli, please," my omega pleads, arching her back and plucking her gorgeous nipple with one hand while the other spreads her pretty cunt. "Clean me up?"

"Fuuuuuck ye?—"

I don't even fucking care that I don't have any air left in my lungs as I'm shoved tongue first into heaven.

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AMAYA

Idon't know what to focus on. It's all so fucking good. My attention is split between watching Vincent guide Oliver around my body with hunger, my beta's hot tongue that just keeps getting better and better by the moment, and the pleasure building in my core.

The brand new bond between me and Vince only serves to heighten the experience of my childhood best friend eating me out for the first time too. If I had a wet dream, this would be it.

Ripping through my body with mounting pleasure, my orgasm wins, galaxies bursting across my vision. All feeling narrows in on the heat shooting through my veins.

But it's not enough. Not when the stars fade and the pink haze of my omega careens to the surface demanding more. My toes dig into Oliver's pant leg, trying to tug them down while the rest of my body lays boneless and whimpering.

"More!" I plead, wiggling frantically while beads of sweat make me itch. Frustrated, I snarl at the one controlling my beta. "Alpha!"

My eyes snap open at Oliver's gasp of breath when he's ripped away from me. I watch, transfixed, as my alpha flips him onto his back beside me and barks at him to stay.

Mouth popped open and cock tenting his pants, Oliver watches Vincent stroke his cock. With a couple of strokes, my alpha's eyes begin to darken and zero in on my greedy pussy.

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