Page 80 of Craving Their Omega

“Please, please, please,” I chant, bucking on the bed.

Dominic adds a third finger, filling me up more, and I cry out at the stretch of it. Probably it should be uncomfortable, but right now it just feels really, really good.

“Just like that,” Dominic says. “Xavier is gonna fuck you first, so I get this. I get to make you come like this.”

I whimper at the promise in his tone. Everything in me wants it, wants to come on his fingers, wants to do something to sate some of the desperate desire inside me.

And it doesn’t take much. Given how worked up I am, Dominic only has to shove his fingers in deeper to have me teetering on the edge.

He lowers his head and starts lapping at my clit while he fingers me, and I nearly scream from the sensation of it. I’m close. So fucking close now.

And then Tristan speaks.

“She likes that,” he says, his voice deep and just a little affected. “Give it to her like that.”

If Dominic has any issue with being instructed, he doesn’t say anything. Instead he doubles down, sucking on my clit while he fucks me with his fingers harder and faster.

The wet sounds of each thrust mingle with my cries of pleasure, filling the room with deliciously filthy noises.

Xavier is watching with rapt eyes, his hand still in mine, and Tristan is there, like he’s presiding over the whole thing.

“Xavier,” he says. “Touch her. Give her more.”

He nods and works his free hand up my chest, tweaking and teasing at my breasts.

Nothing has ever felt like this before.

Every brush of Xavier’s fingers, every press of Dominic’s fingers inside me… even Tristan’s eyes on me, keeping me pinned down, it all just washes over my skin, adding to the heat and the need that can’t be contained.

I’m writhing on the bed, unable to hold back the noises spilling out of my mouth constantly. The high pitched whines, the moans that sound so fucking desperate to my own ears even.

I can only imagine how it sounds to these three men, the Alphas who have taken me under their wings and are giving me everything I need right now.

“I’m so—” The sentence cuts off when Xavier lowers his mouth to my breast and laps at my nipple, and my body arches hard up off the bed.

“That’s it,” Dominic urges me. “Just like that. Come apart for me, little bird. Come for us. Let us all see how fucking beautiful you are when you let go.”

I nearly scream as my body obeys his command instantly. All the pleasure that’s been building and building in me snaps like a rubber band, releasing the tension in a wave of scalding sensation. It rushes through me, threatening to drag me under, and it’s hard to breathe through it.

Xavier and Dominic keep their hands on me, and that keeps me tethered at least, while I ride out the best orgasm I’ve ever had—not that there are many to choose from—and all the aftershocks that come with it.

It takes several minutes for me to be able to breathe normally, and my heart is still racing when Xavier slides in Dominic’s place between my legs.

His eyes are intense as he looks down at me, and for once, the playful gleam that’s usually there is gone. It’s been replaced by something that burns with pure want, and having it all directed at me takes my breath away all over again.

“Are you ready?” he asks me, and if I had the brain power left, I’d wonder what he would do if I said no. How he would hold himself back.

As it is, all I can do is nod eagerly because I am. I’m so ready for him. It feels like I’ve been waiting for ages.

He smiles, and then the head of his cock is right there, pressing against my entrance.

I’m so wet and open now that there’s little to no resistance. He slides in in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt and then hissing as he settles. “Fuck, you’re still so fucking tight,” he says, looking right into my eyes. “You feel amazing.”

My mouth drops open at the feeling of being full of his cock for the first time. It’s so, so much. He’s big, and it’s like I can feel him in every inch of my core. All I can do is squirm in place, toes curling against the covers of the bed while he adjusts to the feeling of being in me.

And then he starts to move.

Dominic’s fingers felt amazing in me, but they were only like a balm to the itch that needed—demanded—more. Xavier’s cock is like a deep, perfect scratch to that itch, and I cry out when he moves his hips, sliding somehow deeper into me.

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