Page 20 of Knight Life In Vegas

Charlotte trembled, her desires warring with her inexperience. Plenty of omegas had played with multiple alphas, but not this beauty. I would treasure the gift of being her introduction to this sort of intimacy.

She’d been cute as hell all evening, with her pretty blushes and her bold acceptances. Watching her sing along and dance at the concert, hearing her breathy release as Dylan undid her, and seeing the fire in her eyes now all coalesced into an evening I would never forget. I wanted her to fall apart for me too.

“Dylan, lie down,” I ordered. “Feet to the headboard.”

He gave me a curious look, but instantly obeyed. I had a plan in place, since I wanted to see every gorgeous expression on Charlotte’s face, and I could hardly do that from behind her.

“Charlotte, on his lap.”

She hesitated for only the briefest moment before climbing on top, resting her palms on his chest and sitting on his thighs, his cock jutting in front of her.

“Good girl. All you have to do is let him fuck you, and I’ll handle the rest. Do you want us bare?”

It was next to impossible for alphas and omegas to share communicable diseases the way betas did, but some omegas still liked the comfort of protection.

Her cheeks flushed beautifully. “Bare is okay.”

“Wait,” said Dylan. “I think you should wear the hat.”

“Are you serious?” Charlotte asked with a laugh.

“Definitely.” He snatched it with his fingertips and propped it on her head. “Ride ’em, cowgirl.”

Her laugh was so fucking cute as she broke into giggles over Dylan being himself.

He grinned up at her and laid his hands on her hips, encouraging her to rise up. I pressed up against her, watching her descent onto Dylan’s cock in the mirror in front of us. It was the perfect setup to see all of her reactions. Charlotte shivered, her mouth dropped open, exquisite little noises escaping her. I swept my hands over her curves, familiarizing myself with her body: soft stomach, plush thighs, breasts that overflowed in my palms. Her skin was like silk and I wanted to touch everywhereat once. Dylan drew her down and when she was fully seated, I teased her nipples.

My packmate chuckled. “She likes that. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight right now, princess.”

The pink flush on her cheeks cascaded down, her throat and chest slowly matching. Dylan braced his hands on her hips and fucked directly up, forcing a strangled moan from her lips.

“Oh my god,” Charlotte gasped.

“Have you been fucked like this before?” I murmured against her shoulder, continuing to tease her pebbled tips with my fingers.

“No. I always did all the work when I was up here.”

“The only work you have to put in is to stay upright,” I promised. “But if it becomes too much, Dylan won’t mind at all if you sprawl out on top of him. He can fuck you just as easily like that.”

“Oh…”

“You can change your mind,” I reminded her.

“No, I want to. It’s just new to me.”

“Let me distract you, then,” Dylan said with a grin and set a steady pace that nearly had our beautiful omega’s eyes rolling back in her head.

I moved closer and let her relax her weight against me, bracing one arm across her chest so I could nip her throat at my leisure and reach her clit easily with my other hand. The first brush had her shuddering. My cock was so fucking hard pressed against her and I couldn’t help rocking, eager to feel her silken heat, but unwilling to push her too quickly.

She lasted barely a minute before Dylan’s cock and my hand unleashed her. Slick dripped over his hips, the sweetness of it making me crave the knowledge of what her true scent was. Her cry was pure music as we carried her down.

“That’s it, sweet girl. You’re doing so well. Ready for the next step?”

She nodded, still breathless. Dylan and I hoisted her up and I slotted two fingers into her pussy before letting her sink back down on him. This time when she moaned I could feel her body tighten. She was going to be incredible, but first I needed to prepare her cunt to take both of us. It wasn’t so different from a knot, but that wasn’t meant to move. I ground my palm against her clit and Dylan started up again, albeit a little more carefully.

Now that we had warmed her up, her pleasure was unstoppable. Her pussy pulsed frantically around my fingers and that perfect cry echoed again. We moved seamlessly through the next step, a third finger joining the first two, and our teamwork carried her to another peak. Her body knew exactly what it wanted, adapting to each addition.

Omega whines were so fucking intoxicating. They triggered every alpha instinct and made me want to overwhelm her to the point that speech failed her. Charlotte dripped slick, her pussy squeezing both of us.

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