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I stare at Luka, dumfounded. With a few words he’s stripped away all the uncertainty and all the complications. My omega scent flares. “I want you both, in here with me.” I clear my voice. “Touching me.”

Colt’s orange scent flares darker into rum. “Hear that, Luka? I think that’s our omega’s way of saying she wants to fuck us. She wants you, love.”

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. They’re not afraid to say it how it is. “Yes,” I confirm. “That’s what I want.”

Colt laughs. “Well, thank fuck for that, because we both have blue balls already.”

I scramble up onto my knees. “What does that mean?”

He grins and kicks off his shoes and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “It means our dicks are hard and our bodies are pumping cum into our balls until they’re full and overflowing because we want you sobad. But we also don’t want to rush you into anything you don’t want. We’ll wait however long you need.”

“But if I want it, it’s okay?”

Luka groans softly and Colt rests his hands up high on the support chains of the nest, exposing his broad chest as his shirt flaps open. “Then we’re all yours, sweetheart.”

“I can’t stop looking at Luka,” I admit, burying my face in Colt’s pillow with shyness.

Colt chuckles. “I’ll let you in on a secret.”

I peek at him over the edge of the pillow.

“Neither can I. We usually have sex a minimum of three times a day, so don’t worry about wearing us out.”

My eyes widen. “Three times?” That sounds like heaven! My gaze flits back to that piece of silver disappearing inside Luka’s cock.

Colt leans down and pulls a thin band off Luka’s wrist and ties the man’s hair into a loose man-bun with it. Then he drops a hand on his shoulder. “Did you hear that, Luka? Our omega wants you. Get in there.”

Luka instantly hops up into my nest and I scoot back to make space. His pale blue eyes hook into me like he’s reading my soul, and a heated quiver runs through my belly.

Chapter thirty-three

Rose

Luka’s nostrils flare. “Rose, you have the most delicious scent I’ve ever smelt in my life! Is it okay with you if I taste it all over you?”

Holding his eyes, I nod and lean back, my breath quickening. He crawls over me, his hard-on brushing up my leg with a silky glide that makes my stomach tighten in anticipation. He rests his fingers on the zipper at the front of my dress and slowly tugs it down, watching my face for my reaction the entire time.

I wonder if Leslie guessed what would happen when I got to the house because I want out of my clothes in a hurry and this zipper dress is pretty damn easy to open up. Colt lets out a groan as Luka’s gentle hands bare me, revealing my matching black bra and panties embroidered with red roses. I’ve never had anything pretty to wear before, and the look on their faces is even more amazing than the feel I had picking it out of a catalogue.

Luka drops his lips to my collarbone and my breath catches as he inhales. Deliberately he kisses every inch of me, hands and lips gliding over my skin until I’m shivering with need. My gaze meets Colt over Luka’s back, and there’s a look of wonder on his face as he reaches down to remove his pants and then touch himself. My stomach twitches as his fingers wrap around that familiar length atthe same moment Luka kisses the sensitive skin in the vee of my thigh. A whimper escapes me.

Luka’s hands tighten on my hips, and I feel his cock twitch against my knee. Slowly I lift my leg, rubbing against him, and he rewards me with a moan. His fingers dip into my underwear and I lift my hips so he can slide them down my hips. When he drops his head, I gasp and grab his hair.

“What are you doing?”

“I said I want to kiss you. Everywhere.”

His meaning dawns on me and my lips falls open in shock. Slowly I release his hair and the faintest of smirks tugs at his mouth. His smooth cheeks brush my thigh, and then he’s kissing my lady bits.

And by kissing, I mean French kissing.

I grab at Kye’s pillow and hug it to me as my body curls in on itself, not sure what to do with that breath-stealing sensation of warmth and suction. Luka’s tongue delves into me and before I know it, I’m panting and writhing against his mouth like I’m possessed and my scent’s getting everywhere.

“She likes that so much, Luka,” Colt says, his fist bunching around the chain overhead.

I must be wild, because I grab the back of Luka’s head and hold it tight between my legs. “Don’t stop, Luka,” I beg shamelessly. White-hot heat bubbles up through my stomach and chest and my arms quiver with the force of it.

“Let him breathe occasionally, sweetheart,” Colt warns, grinning.

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