Page 141 of Craving Their Omega

“Tell us what you want,” Xavier says, kissing his way up my arm and across my shoulder.

“You,” I pant. “I just want all of you.”

“You have us,” Tristan promises. His eyes are dark with desire, and he rolls onto his back on the bed, smirking a little. “And right now, I want you to sit on my face.”

My heart skips a beat. “Are you sure? I mean… it’s not like I’m light, after all. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He arches an eyebrow. “I’m not that delicate, angel. Come here.”

I bite my lip, hesitating, but Dominic and Xavier help me get into position, sitting astride Tristan’s face, gripping the headboard.

His mouth is hot and wet, and he gets to work, sliding his tongue along the dripping slit of my pussy. I gasp at the feeling of it, pleasure coiling through me just from that first touch of his tongue.

I tip my head back, and I see that Xavier and Dominic are still close, watching this all happen with heated eyes.

“You look amazing,” Xavier says. “Like a true queen on her throne.”

“Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful,” Dominic agrees.

I moan a little, their words and Tristan’s tongue working me up. Tristan’s so good at eating me out, and in no time I’m squirming on his face, probably soaking him with my arousal.

“How does it feel?” Dominic asks on a growl.

“Good,” I moan. “So good. He’s so good with his tongue.”

A possessive flash goes through Dominic’s eyes, and he folds his arms. “Now I want a turn,” he says.

“Me too, honestly,” Xavier echoes.

I chuckle breathlessly, shaking my head. “I think there’s enough of me to go around.”

Tristan breaks to breathe, and his voice is raspy when he speaks. “I can make her wetter than either of you,” he declares. “So I’m sure she’s happy where she is.”

And that’s basically a gauntlet thrown down in the middle of the room. Dominic definitely can’t back down from a challenge, and Xavier is right there with them.

It takes some creative arranging on the bed, but then I end up sitting on Dominic’s face while he goes to town, licking and sucking on my clit.

I cry out, trembling as I hold on to the headboard in a white knuckled grip.

“Oh my god,” I pant. “That feels—” His teeth graze my clit, and I’m right there on the brink of coming already.

Dominic doesn’t let up, and before I know it I’m falling apart, his name on my lips.

But we’re not done. Not by a longshot. I get lifted up from Dominic’s face and then passed to Xavier. My clit is sensitive from my first orgasm, so when he starts eating me out, it’s just this side of uncomfortable. But he leans into that, coaxing me past it so the edge of pain blends into the pleasure, taking it even higher.

High pitched, needy noises are falling from my lips while he uses his tongue so expertly, and I end up shaking and on the edge once again.

They go on like that, passing me back and forth between them. Tristan holds my hips so he can feast on me, and Dominic coaxes me to ride his face, grinding against his tongue.

All traces of self-consciousness are gone now, and all I can focus on is how good this feels and how much they clearly want me.

The competition keeps going, and it doesn’t matter how many times I come, they keep handing me off to each other, determined to wring more pleasure from my body.

It’s a good thing they handle situating me, because I don’t think I could move on my own after a while.

Tristan curls his tongue into me, making all my nerves flare white hot. His hands are firm pressure on my inner thighs, and I buck wildly against him, chasing the high of yet another orgasm.

“Oh, right there,” I moan, biting down hard on my lip. “Yes, yes, yes, Tristan!”

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