Page 112 of Knight Life In Vegas

When Beau and Chico each latched onto a tit, I almost came on the spot from how hard her asshole squeezed me. I might’ve been able to hold back, but she couldn’t. Her cry was music and the rhythmic grip of her body trying to cope with the sensations was a bliss I wouldn’t trade for anything.

I pulled her further back, cradling her throat. Maybe I was tempting myself as I sucked on her skin, scraping my teeth over the scent gland there until she was wild and bucking between the four of us, but stopping wasn’t an option. I slid my fingers between her and my mouth, instead huffing in her sweet scent.

Sneaking my hand around her body and down to her clit almost let me imagine I was the only one here. She convulsed at my touch.

“That’s my good girl, princess. Come for me.”

A couple more strokes was all it took for her to obey.

I reached to nudge Beau and Chico aside so I could push her down and get a better angle, but our girl was wily. She slipped right out of my grip and reared to the side, teeth latching onto my forearm and sinking in. A thrum of pleasure beat through me, like I had a bass speaker turned to max in the center of my body.

Fuck me sideways.

I dropped forward, crushing her against Eduardo, my knot swelling inside her snug ass and trapping us together. My teeth ached viciously to return her bite and I had nowhere to go to escape the urge.

“Char-lotte,” I ground out.

Her only response was an omega whine, a call to action that demanded I answer.

Sweating and desperate, I let my weight sink against her, using all my willpower to keep my mouth firmly shut. What if I lost control and she didn’t forgive me? It didn’t matter that she seemed to have forgiven the others. I needed—Fuck.

She whined again, the sound shifting to be far more pitiful and sad.

Chico lay shivering next to us, looking like he was doing his best to grab on to the one brain cell that was apparently hopping around between us. “Dylan,fuck.” He hissed. “She thinks you’re rejecting her. You have to.”

I groaned, clamping my hand over my mouth. “I can’t.”

Charlotte’s next sound was like a bolt of electricity down my spine and I picked up the scent of salt from tears sliding down her cheeks, her lemon syrup scent shifting to sharp and sour.

Beau winced, pressing his palm to his chest. “Dylan, for fuck’s sake. Ask forgiveness, not permission. We can all feel how much she wants you.”

Eduardo was still lost in the sauce beneath her, grappling with the fresh bond.

Her whimpers turned to sobbing and she unlatched her teeth from my arm.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped out. “I want you, I swear. I just want you to choose me on purpose.”

She moved so quickly I didn’t have time to react, twisting and catching me in a fresh bite where chin turned to throat. I held perfectly still, unsure if she was trying to claim me again or getting ready to rip my throat out for the perceived rejection. Her initial demand sounded again.

This was all so fucking unfair.

“Princess,” I said carefully. “I can’t reach anything to bite in this position.”

Her teeth released again and she melted against me, tilting her head to offer me a multitude of spots to claim her.

God help me, I wasn’t strong enough to resist my omega ordering me to take her.

I bit down hard until I tasted copper on my tongue. A wave of Charlotte’s emotions crashed against me, satisfaction at the top of the heap. I drowned in her, without even the option to try swimming. There was simply too much ofherfilling up every crack and crevice that made up my being.

My Charlotte.

My omega.

The others flickered like starlight in the bond.

My brain flipped off and I pressed her forward until she was flattened between Eduardo and me, my teeth still on her skin. I ground my knot deeper into her until she was sobbing through a fresh release.

Sweet lemon obliterated every thought I possessed. All I knew for certain was that she was mine.

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