Page 91 of Knot All That Glitters: Part 2

Hale hums where he’s trailing kisses over the swell of her breasts.

I don’t hesitate to flick the button and peel the tight denim over her generous hips. Haven wiggles and lifts off the bed to help. The jeans get tossed to the side and all four of us pause for a moment, staring down at our sweet perfect omega, stretched out between us, wearing nothing but see through swaths of pale blue lace.

My mouth waters and I don’t waste time settling between her parted thighs, pressing my fingers into the soft flesh to hold her open wider. My nose runs along the crease there, inhaling her sweet pineapple perfume, loving that bite of heat at the end.

“Already soaked,” I tell the others. “Fucking drenched.”

“Well, she did come from dry humping me.”

“Nothing dry about it,” Haven quips. “Obviously.”

A surprised laugh barks out of me, ghosts over her pussy and she moan’s hips thrusting like she felt it and fucking loved it. Needs more of it.

I mouth at her through the lace of her panties, tongue her sweet bundle of nerves, even as I mentally make a note to reinstate the ‘Haven never wears underwear while at home’ rule we’d established before everything went to shit. She moans and one of her small hands fists in my hair, holding me in place as she grinds up against me.

“More,” she pants out. “Jude. More.”

“You want me to fuck this sweet little pussy, omega?” I ask without looking up. I have no fucking clue what the others are doing to her, but whatever it is, she’s whining and bucking and pleading.

“Please. Please. Please.”

I grunt as I hook my teeth in the gusset of her panties and pull back, ripping the fabric. Haven gasps and when I look up, she glaring at me. “I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you more,” I promise, even though I won’t. I have a fully formed plan to slowly but surely ruin all of her underwear, so she has no fucking choice to be bare for us all the time.

“Animal,” she huffs, flopping back to the bed.

“You fucking love it.” Done with talking when her sweet little cunt is right there in front of me, weeping slick all over her pretty dark green bedspread, I focus on my feast. “So pretty omega. Prettiest little pussy in the whole world.” My pack mate mutter their agreement, though they come out muffled. I can only imagine their mouths are busy worshipping parts of our omega.

Like I’m about to do.

A start with a kiss on her clit. Small and delicate, teasing. She groans and shifts, trying to increase the pressure, but I don’t let her. It’s been months since I’ve tasted her, since I’m gotten my hands and my mouth and my cock anywhere near her. I’m going to savor this, savor her.

I continue like that, teasing, nipping, kissing, never giving her as much as she wants or needs until the amount of slick soaking into the bed is obscene until I can’t take it any longer.

When I finally swipe my tongue over her with steady pressure, she comes, moans muffled by someone’s cock. I stick with her through it, lapping up that swell of slick, drinking it down like it’s my favorite cocktail. It is, actually.

I could spend hours, days, weeks right here subsisting on nothing but my omega’s slick. “More,” she demands. So I give her more. Thrusting two fingers into her tight channel at once. She groans and thrashes, likely at the stretch, but this is fucking nothing. Soon she’ll be stretched out over our cocks, filled full, and we’re all a lot bigger than two of my fingers.

I circle her clit with my tongue, fucking her with my fingers until she comes again., squeezing down rhythmically like she’s trying to milk jizz from my fingers. If I could give it to her from them, I would. I would totally have jizz fingers. Only for her and no one else.

Focus, Jude.

I pull my knees under me and sit up, stroking inside her a few more times, before I pull out entirely, taking all the slick on my fingertips and swirling her clit once. “Can I fuck you now, omega?” I don’t hide the need in my voice, the pleading. Soon she’ll be able to feel all of that, anyway. I’ll never be able to hide how much I want her, how much I need her.

I wouldn’t want to, even if I could.

Faster than I would have thought with how limp her limbs seems Haven lunges up and tackles me back to the bed, I land with an oof, cradling my precious omega on my chest as she straddles me, her hot wet pussy sliding against my hard cock, making my eyes roll back at how good it feels.

“What if I want to fuck you?” She asks, rolling her hips over me, nails scratching over my chest like a cat.

“Yes. Whatever you want, button. I’ll take it or give it or, fuck, I don’t know. I just need inside you, please.”

I don’t care that I’m being selfish. Maybe I should let Hale go first. He’s our prime after all and in some packs, that means he should bond our omega first. But he can already feel her, already has a bond with her. Sure, it’s not completely lasting, but it’s more than I have.

“You want inside my… what did you call it? Oh, my pretty.” She kisses my mouth. “Little.” A swipe of her tongue over my collarbone. “Pussy.”

I groan at the word falling from her sweet lips. I’m not the only one. “Such a filthy mouth on you, omega. Fucking love it.” Creed growls.

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