Page 93 of Knot Only His

My alphas are still so restrained.

I wonder if it will stay that way.

I kiss Asher as Carver’s tongue licks my pussy languidly.

“We’ve wanted you for so long,” Oliver tells me. “Do you know how imaginative I have to be when I’m using my hand?”

My pussy clenches at the thought. “I can’t wait to see you fall apart while doing that.” I smile. “But not today.”

Oliver chuckles. “Too needy today, eh?”

Carver’s tongue spears inside me, and I wriggle at the sudden intrusion.

“Hold her down. I want to hear her come,” Carver says.

I glance between my legs to see his tongue pressing into me again as Oliver reaches between my thighs and strokes my clit.

Oh, fuck.

Carver raises his head to look at me, his eyes wild as he turns to look at Oliver. “Do you want to taste your omega? She loves having her pussy fucked with a tongue.”

I swallow as heat rushes to my face, a high pitched mewling sound falls from my lips.

I turn to see Oliver. His hand moves over his cock, slow, long, powerful movements. I doubt he wants his tongue inside me.

Then he shoves Carver to one side and smirks at me as he positions himself between my legs. “I want to do everything for you.”

He presses a kiss against my throbbing core. I reach out and spear my fingers in his hair.

Give me more.

But Asher takes my hands and holds them against the pillow above my head and murmurs in my ear, “We’re in charge.”

I’m locked in place as Oliver devours me with fervor.

Licking and sucking at my pussy; his mouth working me over with a hunger that matches my own.

I’m lost in the sensation, my body writhing beneath him as his mouth drives me wild.

Asher’s hands hold mine down, his fingers tightening as he lowers and scrapes his teeth over my wrist. My pulse pounds. “No, I’ll claim you here.”

I cry out in pleasure.

Carver’s lips press against mine, stealing my moans.

Parker is still on my nipple, his teeth gently scraping the sensitive skin as every nerve in my body sparks to life.

“Oh my God…” I cry out, bucking against Oliver’s mouth.

But I need more.

I need them inside me.

I need their knots stretching me wide and claiming me as their own.

Oliver pulls back from my pussy, his eyes dark with desire as he looks up at me.

“You’re ours now,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “We’ll take you however we want. Do you think you can take two dicks together?”

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