Page 146 of Craving Their Omega

Tristan sweeps me up into his arms, clearly eager to get me home.

“Are we finished here? Can we go?” Xavier asks, echoing the impatience.

“As finished as we’re going to be now,” Dominic decides. He calls Jonas to come get us, and we even leave the cake behind.

There must be something about the way we look or the way the men are all over me because Jonas just gives us a knowing look as we get into the car and raises the tinted partition window between the front seats and the back.

The men clearly take that as permission to get me worked up ahead of time.

I’m half draped in Tristan’s lap, with him kissing my neck. It sends shivers down my spine, and I bite my lip, trying to hold back the soft noises of pleasure.

Dominic’s hand makes its way between my legs, and he cups me through my leggings, rubbing my clit with teasing strokes. My hips buck into it, my breathing coming faster. It doesn’t take long for him to get frustrated with that, and he shoves his hand down my pants and starts fingering me, pressing two fingers into my already wet core.

Xavier kisses me to cover the noise that wants to spill out, but that doesn’t stop the scent of my arousal from spreading through the car.

By the time we get home, I’m a needy mess, and Dominic picks me up, practically kicking down the front door to get us inside. We make it to the living room before he decides that’s good enough.

There’s an air of anticipation, a tension that’s thick and undeniable. Dominic lays me out on the rug, and starts strippingme, with the other two helping. “We should just make you be naked at home all the time,” he groans, dragging the pads of his fingers down my newly bared skin. “It would save a lot of time.”

“I’d vote yes to that,” Xavier says. He comes to take up a position between my legs, spreading them and hooking them over his hips. I grind against him until he gets his cock out and presses it into me.

He fits like a glove, filling me up so perfectly, and I clench around him, already eager for more.

He hisses through his teeth and starts to fuck me, thrusting in hard and deep. “Every time I’m inside you there’s nowhere else I want to be,” he pants. “You just feel so fucking good. So fucking right.”

I stare into his eyes as he fucks me, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down more. He rests his forehead against mine, and our breaths mingle as we move together.

“You’re so beautiful,” he continues. “You have no idea, do you?”

“I’m figuring it out.”

That makes him grin at me. “Good.”

His thrusts get deeper and faster the closer he gets to coming, and my body reacts to it all. My core tightens, the tension winding tighter and tighter until it snaps, and I’m coming apart with a loud cry.

Xavier fucks me through it, whispering praise in my ear. “Good girl. You’re so fucking good, shortcake. Just like that. Just like that.”

I dig my nails into his shoulders, just for something to hold on to. The pleasure is so intense, like he’s playing my body like a fine instrument. We meet again and again, his hips snapping to mine, me arching up into him. It’s like a dance, perfect and desperate.

“Look at how well you take it,” Tristan praises. He and Dominic are watching intently, letting Xavier have his moment, but still close by. “Like you were made for us.”

“She was,” Dominic says. “Just for us. Our perfect, beautiful Omega.”

Their words have me gasping, the heat boiling under my skin and spreading like wildfire.

Xavier’s thrusts surge forward, burying his cock into me with hard snaps. He’s close, I can feel the base of his knot starting to swell, and as he comes he bites down on the place between my neck and shoulder, teeth digging in.

I arch into the pain of it, clenching around him like my body is trying to milk out every bit of his release.

When he pulls back, his eyes are a little wild. “Mine,” he growls, and there’s such a possessive deepness to his voice that it catches me off guard. But I like it.

Iloveit.

My heart is beating so hard, my body throbbing with the combination of pain and pleasure that hasn’t ebbed a bit from me coming. It’s like it can tell we’re not done here yet. Not by a long shot.

Xavier and I catch our breaths together, and he nuzzles the place where he bit me, pressing his mouth to the spot in a tender kiss. “Thank you for loving us,” he whispers, like it’s a secret just for me.

“I couldn’t stop if I tried,” I let him know.

---