Page 57 of Craving Their Omega

Earlier, they didn’t participate except to watch, and the heat and weight of their gazes added a lot to the experience. But what if they had joined in?

Tristan, all rough edges, probably even less gentle than Dominic. He wouldn’t talk, I’m willing to bet, but I’d be able to feel how much he wanted me from the way his body hardened against mine. He’d thrust his fingers in so deep and he wouldn’t let up until I was a mewling mess for him, desperate for anything he wanted to give me.

And I’d gladly take whatever he wanted and probably beg for more.

I try to mimic the way I think he’d do it, thrusting my fingers in hard and fast. Even now my cheeks flush from the sloppy, wet sounds my body makes, but there’s no one to hear it. What would the three of them think if they could?

My mind turns to Xavier and how different he’d be. He’s confident in a different way than Dominic, and much more talkative than Tristan. There would be a lot of teasing, I bet. Light touches that trail off so I have to arch into them, his lips hovering just above my own.

He’d ask me if I want more, if I’m sure I want him to touch me there, and I’d beg him to just do it.

And he would. He’d touch my clit with firm, sure strokes, and I copy them, bucking against my hand.

My breath hitches, and I can feel the heat building into a towering inferno inside me. All three of them bring something different to the table, but in this fantasy it’s all so hot. Hot enough to make me shiver and shake, to have me right there, wanting to fall apart.

“Please,” I whisper to no one in particular, toes curling into the blankets on the bed. “Oh my god—please.”

Xavier would say, ‘please what?’ and I’d have to tell him how close I am and how much I want to fall apart.

The thought of it spirals a little, and then there’s a knock on my bedroom door.

Without thinking, I yelp Xavier’s name in surprise, the lines between what’s real and what’s going on in my head getting blurry enough that I slip up.

The door opens, and I suck in a surprised gasp. Clearly Xavier thought me saying his name meant for him to come in.

He stands there, taking in the sight of me, and god. I can only imagine what he sees.

My shorts and underwear are strewn on the bed nearby and my legs are spread, my hands both busy between them. My shirtis rucked up enough to show off the soft curve of my stomach, and Xavier’s eyes rake over it all, taking in everything.

There’s so much heat in them that it almost burns to look at, and I have to swallow hard from the intensity. His eyes flick up to mine and they catch and hold.

I can’t look away, and neither can he, it seems.

There’s tension in the air, something hot and shivery snapping between us. This isn’t the sort of moment that Xavier can walk away from and pretend like nothing happened, I know that for a fact.

From the way he’s looking at me, I don’t think he wants to.

His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, and his voice comes out husky when he finally speaks.

“Do you want me to go?”

It’s surprisingly serious for him, not a hint of teasing there at all. If I told him to leave, I know he would. He’d walk out without complaint, and it wouldn’t be an issue.

I open my mouth to say something, but my voice fails because I don’t know what I want to say.

I don’t say I want him to go, at least.

Xavier takes that for the invitation it is and steps fully into the room, closing the door. He leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So,” he says, and finally a hint of his usual smirk crosses his face. “Dom got you all worked up, huh? We thought you’d be up here being all embarrassed about what happened, but you were really just needy for more.”

A whine slips out of my mouth, and the noiseisa little embarrassed—but mostly it just sounds needy, like Xavier said.

He licks his lips, his eyes searing into me. “Do you need more?”

I swallow and then nod. I could probably get myself there on my own, but wasn’t I just thinking about Xavier and how hewould be if he was here and involved in this? Now that he is, I can’t pass it up.

He grins at me, his eyes sparkling. “Did you like what Dom did to you downstairs?” he asks.

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