Page 78 of Craving Their Omega

Penelope

Dominic’s lips touch mine, and it’s like immediately being dunked in cool, crisp water after burning up for so long.

Relief sparks over me, and I moan gratefully, leaning up into the kiss as much as I can. I wrap one arm around him, and my other hand fists in the front of his shirt, trying to drag him in closer until there’s no space between us.

I kiss him back, and there’s no self-consciousness to it at all. I’m too far gone for that now. All there is is hunger and desperation, driving me to get more, more, more.

There’s another pair of hands on me then, smoothing back my hair from my face and caressing the side of my neck. Lips touch my feverish skin, and I don’t even need to look to know that it’s Xavier.

I can smell him, his fresh scent cutting through some of the cloying need that’s been pressing down on me since they left this morning.

Dominic pulls back, leaving just enough space for Xavier to fill it, so he can kiss me too.

His lips are soft and warm, and he kisses with less intensity than Dominic, but no lack of feeling.

Their hands roam over my body, Xavier holding me steady while Dominic’s large palms slide up my stomach and under my shirt.

I hadn’t had a chance to get dressed before all this hit me, so I’m not wearing a bra. Dominic’s hands find my breasts and heft them, and he squeezes lightly. Just enough to send shivers of feeling rushing through me.

I arch against his touch, pushing more into Xavier’s kiss, and it feels so good.

So much better than what I was doing before, but it’s not enough. Not yet. It helps, but I need more. More, more, more.

“Please,” I gasp, breaking away from the kiss. “Please, fuck me. Please. I’m so empty, and I need you.”

I don’t even know which one of them I’m talking to right now. Any of them. They’re all there, even Tristan in the doorway, and any of them can help with this burning ache inside me.

Xavier and Dominic exchange a look over my head, and I can’t see what their expressions are. I don’t even really care in this moment.

“Are you sure?” Xavier asks. “This doesn’t have to change anything. I know the boundaries we put in place around this whole thing. We won’t ask you for more than you can give. For more than you want to give,” he emphasizes, like that part is important. “But if you want us, we’ll take care of you.”

I nod, feeling delirious from how badly I want them right now. He has no idea. “I do,” I pant. “I do want you. Please.”

Xavier growls deep in his throat, and the sound just makes my clit throb even more.

“Thank fuck,” he says. “Because your scent is killing me right now. You have no fucking idea how good you smell.”

He skims his nose over my neck, like he wants to inhale as much of that scent as he can. His own scent acts like a balmfor my shattered nerves, but the way his lips touch my neck just amps me up even more.

Dominic puts two fingers under my chin and turns my face to his in one move. He leans down and captures my lips again, this time with more intention.

He was barely holding himself back before, but now there are no restraints on him at all. He nips at my bottom lip and presses his tongue into my mouth when I gasp. He kisses like he wants to lay a claim, like he wants to devour me from the inside out, and I melt into his arms, eager to let him.

After a bit of that, he passes me to Xavier, who takes his turn, kissing me a few times in quick succession. Each time he pulls back to breathe, I chase after him, and I can feel his lips curl into a smile against mine as he gives in and slides his tongue against mine.

They keep touching me, rucking up my shirt more, and I’m very aware that I took off my bottoms a while ago. My thighs are sticky and smeared with my own wetness, and when Dominic’s hand finds its way down there, he growls at the discovery.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I whimper in agreement, grinding against his hand while Xavier palms my breast and kisses his way down my neck.

“You’re so fucking soft,” Xavier breathes. “So warm. I could touch you all the time, do you know that? Every fucking inch of you.”

He rolls one nipple between his fingers, and I cry out, arching hard into his touch.

“You have no idea how you look right now, do you?” Dominic asks. His voice has gone low, dangerous, the Alpha in him so close to the surface now. “Fuck, little bird. You could bring the entire world to their knees.”

I’m riding on a high of their attention, their words.

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