Page 14 of Luna

I laughed. “You have definitely never been with an omega before.”

“What? Why?”

Dante chuckled, the sound dropping down my spine with heat. “Love, she’s just warming up.”

He was right. I wanted more. A lot more. “I’m the only one partially naked.”

“We can fix that.” Colton slid off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head.

“Is your magic trick going to be ‘how to make panties spontaneously combust?’”

“A gentleman doesn’t tell.” He winked, shimmying out of his jeans, pulling his boxers off with them.

I stared. Dante groaned, and Quinn made a small helpless sound. Colton was hard, a knot already at the base of his cock. But more than that, he was thick, more girth than I’d had before.

“You turn.” I gestured at Dante. “Strip.”

Dante nipped my shoulder. “Bossy after an orgasm. Good to know.”

I was never bossy in bed. I took my knot like a good omega, and that was that. But there was a playfulness here between us that I wasn’t used to.

I liked it.

Dante rolled off. He slowly lifted his shirt up, gyrating his hips sensuously as he did so. His body was long and lean, muscles taut over his body. My gaze dipped down to his cock, and a fresh wave of need flooded through me. He wasn’t as thick as Colton, but he was longer, and he was hard, precum leaking from the tip, with a thick knot swelling at the base. I wanted him, inside me, thrusting against me.

“Oh Dante,” Colton said in a high falsetto.

“Ass,” Dante said, and we all laughed. “You know you want to suck my cock.”

Lust speared me and I held my breath. Maybe if I was a good omega, Smutty Santa would bring me these two alphas going at each other.

Colton raised his eyebrows. “Pretty sure that’s a mutual want, there, boss.”

Dante climbed back onto the bed, peeling the rest of my dress off me. “I want something more than a blowjob at the moment.” His cock pressed against me, and I pushed my ass back into his groin.

“Yes,” I panted as he groaned. “But first, it’s Quinn’s turn.”

Quinn’s face was red again, and he cleared his throat. He climbed off the bed, his shoulders hunched up.

“If you’d rather not…” I bit my lip. Oh god, I’d made him feel bad.

“I just...” Quinn stopped and cleared his throat again. “I’m a beta, okay?”

“And fucking good in bed,” Colton said. “Just because you don’t have a knot doesn’t mean anything.”

I shook my head. “I’d rather you be a beta than another alpha.”

Disbelief was written all over his face. “Studies have shown that being knotted is the most pleasurable thing an omega can feel.”

“Were those studies conducted by alphas?” I bit my lip. “I like being knotted, but it’s intense. I like being kissed, and I loved it when Colton went down on me. There’s a lot more to sex than just being knotted.”

Desire spiraled harder. Instead of trying to stay aloof, I let him see how much I wanted him.

My adorkable beta flushed, but it looked more like arousal. He pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his pants off. He was somewhere between Colton’s girth, and Dante’s length and I thanked my lucky stars.

I rolled over and held out my hands. “Quinn, please.”

“Damn it, Luna, you’re hot.” I thought I saw gratitude on Colton’s face. Maybe he was worried an omega would make his bondmate feel lesser. “Come on Quinn, I want to watch you.”

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