Page 13 of Luna

Dante nipped my shoulder. “Dirty talk has always been sexy, but combined with being bossed around?”

My sexy cowboy leaned forward and dragged his mouth over my collarbone. I shivered, trying not to overthink what might be happening next.

It was too late. Quinn had put the image in my head, and all I could think of Colton’s mouth between my legs. Running my hands through his silky hair, I stopped myself from telling him I didn’t usually enjoy oral sex.

I didn’t mind giving it, but it felt…weird having someone licking me. The mental image was nice though, so I wouldn’t stop him.

Dante slid the straps of my dress down my shoulder, feathering kisses along my skin as he went. My body went taut like a bowstring, the hunger now burning inside.

“Can we get on the bed?” I started worrying about angles even though most of my mind was calculating if I was aroused enough to orgasm. Yet another failing of mine as an omega. It took longer for me to have my first orgasm, but after that I stayed hot and bothered.

“Of course.” Quinn scooted back.

Before I could move, Dante had picked me up and set me on the edge of the bed. Quinn and Dante lay down on either side of me, while Colton stayed on the floor, hands on my legs, like a supplicant begging for penance.

I blushed, my face flaming. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Colton ran his hands over my calves, and his tone turned guttural, “Oh, I want to.”

“He does,” Quinn said, sounding as sure as he was about quantum entanglement. “He loves going down on me.”

“You’re okay?” Colton watched me. “Because I would love to make you scream while I fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh.” All the oxygen left the room. My core pulsed, wetness seeping out of me. Could you die from being turned on?

Dante moaned into my neck. “Let him put his smart mouth to good use.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

Colton pushed my dress up to my hips. Cool air hit me there, releasing my scent everywhere, and all three of them moaned. He put my legs on his shoulders before he leaned in to lick a path up my legs, moving from one side to the other as he moved. I dug my fingers into Quinn’s arms as I started to pant. I’d never felt so sexy or exposed before.

Dante slowly pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my basic beige bra. Quinn sucked in a breath, and I put the beta’s hands on my breasts, needing his touch.

I was so focused on my breasts, the way Quinn’s long fingers were playing with them, that Colton’s mouth pressed between my legs shocked me.

I cried out, arching my hips up. Colton groaned into my skin, and the vibrations were delicious. In one movement, he pulled my panties down and plunged his tongue inside me.

The sensation was so intense, I couldn’t handle it, and my hips bucked up into his mouth. Almost immediately, Dante pulled one of my nipples into his mouth as Quinn gripped my hips, holding me still.

“Let him lick you,” Quinn panted. “That’s a good omega.”

My head swam, desire bolting through my body, every nerve singing. Colton thrust his tongue inside me, before pulled out and licking up to my clit. The sucking wet pressure of Dante’s mouth around my nipple was the same as Colton’s pulling my clit into his mouth.

I keened, digging my nails into Quinn’s arm. “Oh, oh god, I’m gonna die.”

“They don’t call it the “little death” for nothing.” Quinn rolled my other nipple between those long skillful fingers, and I arched my back again.

The orgasm spiraled tighter and tighter inside me until it was my entire world.

Dante’s mouth on my nipple kept time with Colton’s tongue thrusting inside me. The orgasm burst over me like a hurricane, and I came hard with a gush of wetness. I flopped against the bed, boneless. I smiled, warmth radiating from me as I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

Colton ran his hands over my thighs before climbing onto the bed next to me.

Quinn scooted to the head of the bed, making room. I followed him and laid my head on his chest then I shifted to my side, so that Dante could press against me from behind. . Colton settled in front of me, with Quinn sitting higher, almost near my head.

The perfect white softness of a post-orgasmic glow settled over me, and I ran my hands through Colton’s hair.

“If you’re done, it’s okay,” Quinn said. “I don’t want you to—"

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