Page 170 of Broken Dreams

“They’re taking such good care of you, aren’t they?” she asks, moving to kiss him. The Kelly brothers lavish Linus with attention, until Callum’s knot begins to soften enough to pull out of his ass.

“Yes. Duncan, fuck me please,” he whimpers.

A moment later, Duncan releases Linus’ cock, and Callum flips the omega onto his hands and knees. It’s done with the perfect amount of finesse, and then Duncan’s cock is filling Linus next. God, he’s presented so perfectly, and Quinn wiggles underneath him to suck his dick again.

It’s like the best fucking game of Twister in the entire world. Grunting, I rock my hand over my dick, jerking myself off as I bask in the sounds of skin slapping and pussy being eaten.

Callum moves to the bathroom to clean up quickly, and I ignore him until he comes back to stand in front of me.

“You’re interrupting my view,” I grunt, my head dropping back. While the alpha is attractive, he’s not my type.

“About that,” Callum mutters, glancing at Linus. He’s lost to the world, arms wrapped around Quinn’s thighs as he makes her scream. While they’re muffled due to the obstruction of his cock, I can feel my orgasm beginning to build.

I hope Callum doesn’t fuck it up. I’m so close.

“Yeah?” I grunt, hand refusing to stop.

“If Linus needs you, I won’t keep him away,” Callum says. “I don’t care if I have to hold your dick in order for him to sit on it, I’ll do fucking anything for him. You will not bite him, though. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” I agree. The three of us have a lot to talk about before Linus or Quinn take that step with me. “I can hold my own dick, though, as you can see.”

Callum rolls his eyes, turning away in time for me to watch Quinn’s throat swallowing down Linus’ cum. The sight of that combined with the knot blowing Linus’ ass wide is enough for me to curse, finally going over the edge of my orgasm.

As long as there’s breath in my body, I’ll fight to be with them.

QUINN

Pushing back Linus’ hair, I sigh as I watch him sleep. Callum ran downstairs to get food, bottles of water, and pixie sticks to help him stay awake, which still makes me smile. He says it reminds him of how sweet my cream is.

Flatterer.

Meanwhile, Duncan is knot deep inside of Linus, keeping his knot warm while he sleeps wrapped around our omega. His light snores are reminiscent of a purr, relaxing my entire body.

“You should sleep while you can,” Christian murmurs from his corner when I yawn. “I have a feeling this heat is going to be long and hard.”

“I can’t,” I complain, flopping onto my back. My mind is too full of everything. It keeps playing the events of tonight over and over to torture me.

Sleep isn’t going to come for me unless I’m fucked into exhaustion. Which, based on how many times in the past few hours Linus has buried himself balls deep in my pussy, it’s a real possibility.

“This whole talking thing is fucking with my head,” Christian admits. “I really like it.”

“I think you’re a glutton for punishment,” I mutter. Not wanting to wake Duncan or Linus up, I carefully crawl off the mattress to talk.

“I’m chained up and forced to watch real life porn, I think you’re correct,” he says.

Pulling on one of many sweatshirts that are tossed over the blankets, I walk closer to Christian. His eyes greedily take me in, a spark of jealousy in them. I think this is one of Duncan’s articles of clothing, which means I’m completely covered past my knees.

“I just need you for your scent,” I tell him, pulling my hair free of the sweater’s neckline.

Christian is sprawled out on the chair as if he’s completely unbothered, his pants open with his cock resting on his cum stained stomach muscles. I should be disgusted.

I should be, but I catch myself licking my lips instead.

His shoulder is bandaged, and I shudder once my gaze makes it that far up his body.

“I’m fine,” he growls as I begin to get lost in my thoughts. “What fucking took you so long to get your shit together?”

“Excuse me?” I huff, my eyes leaping to meet his gaze. Stupid pretty alpha with all of these damn hot muscles. Fucking hate it. “Me?”

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