Page 90 of Knight Life In Vegas

“I wasn’t expecting everything to happen so quickly,” said Charlotte.

“A few things will still be coming,” said Beau, “but you can accomplish a lot when people have enough incentive.”

I snuck my hands under the blanket, laying my palms against Charlotte’s bare skin for the pure indulgence of it. Her breathing shallowed instantly, lemon meringue infusing my blanket exactly like I had planned.

“Chico,” Dylan hissed. “Are you playing with our omega under there?”

Everyone stilled, turning to look at me. “I’m not.”

Dylan looked skeptical, and lifted the blanket to double-check. “Okay, fine, but if we’re playing with her, I want in.”

Charlotte squeaked, her scent growing stronger. “The door is open.”

“You don’t like a little risk, duchess? You fucked Dylan in the stable, but an open front door is too much?” I teased.

Her cheeks flushed, pupils dilating when she looked at me. “You shouldn’t tease me. My instincts are wonky, having all of you so close.”

“I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

Charlotte’s lip jutted into a pout, a valiant battle going on behind her eyes.

“Your choice, duchess.”

She chewed her lip, looking to Beau.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

“It’s not weird with the bond?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to work while at attention since meeting you.”

Dylan broke off in a cackle, and Charlotte buried her face in the blanket, giggling.

“So what’ll it be, duchess? If you want to play, I bet we can get you off at least twice before they need to come ask you about anything.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “I don’t want them to catch me, though.”

“Guess you’d better get good at controlling yourself, then.”

Her protest died against my lips before it could form. Maneuvering around the blanket and her tiny shorts, I managed to wedge my fingers beneath them and tease through the thatch of hair. She bit down on the blanket, her perfume overwhelming this close. Her slick welcomed me as I brushed over her clit and dipped deeper.

I groaned. “You’re wet for me already.”

Charlotte squirmed, pressing her hips closer to my touch.

“Impatient?” I chuckled.

“I wouldn’t have to be if you’d get a move on.”

I drew back to circle her clit until she was twitching in my grip, her face flushed and eyes squeezed shut. Dylan snuck his fingers beneath the blanket with me, tugging down her shorts and panties so they weren’t in his way. Eduardo dragged the chair he was sitting on closer so we could tip her head back and claim her mouth. With a couple of quick adjustments beneath the blanket, Dylan worked his fingers into her while I played with her until she was bucking desperately, Eduardo stealing every delicious sound for himself.

Beau shifted, adjusting himself, his pants fighting valiantly to contain him while he absorbed Charlotte’s pleasure through the bond.

“You could join us,” I offered.

“Someone has to be lookout.”

“Suit yourself.” I pinched her clit and she broke apart for the three of us, but we had promised her at least two, so Dylan doubled his efforts, finger-fucking our omega until she was shaking. I found an easy pattern that would result in a slow climb. It wasn’t difficult to make an omega come, but finding ways to delay their gratification without making them feral was definitely harder.

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