Page 71 of Knot That Difficult

“Holy fuck,” Ace breathes. “Baby, you did so good. How many more can you give us?”

“Many more,” Ben says. “We can get her to double digits.”

Still, Ace and Connor don’t move to touch me anymore besides my feet.

They’re waiting for me to take charge, and my inner Omega is all too happy to do it.

I sit up out of Ben’s lap, move my feet out of Ace’s hands, and throw myself at him.

Finally,I get to kiss Ace.

His mouth tastes like lavender as he caresses my tongue with his, his barbell piercing running along the inside of my mouth. I straddle his lap and grind against the erection in his jeans, bouncing and thrusting obscenely on him.

Then I lean over and kiss Connor while still seated on Ace’s lap.

He tastes exactly like I remember him—all coffee, chocolate, and the slightest hint of bourbon. He moans into my mouth, his hands running down my waist while Ace’s go to my ass.

“Holy shit,” Ben groans. “That’s an incredible sight.”

The room fills with sweetness and vanilla, and I realize it’s the scent of my slick.

I’ve been clothed for far too long.

Breaking the kiss with Connor, I face Ace and pull my pink sweater over my head, leaving myself in my lacy white bra. It unhooks in the front, and I quickly discard it, exposing my chest to him.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, his hands caressing my breasts. “Ben, you lucky fucker. You’ve had these to yourself this whole time?”

I burst out laughing, but then let out a sharp gasp when he bends his head to suck on my nipple. He flicks his piercing against my sensitive skin, making me thrust against his clothed cock.

I glance at Connor, who watches me hungrily.

“Kiss me,” I whisper, and he leans over to taste me again, his hand caressing the breast that Ace isn’t sucking.

Ace thrusts his hips, and I grind down harder on him while my clit throbs.

I whimper into Connor’s mouth, and he swallows each moan until he pulls away to taste my neck. He flicks my mating gland in time with Ace’s tongue on my nipple, and I hold my breath.

“Come for us again, Dev.” Ben’s voice is in my ear, his breath tickling my earlobe. “You can do it.”

And I do. I shatter with the three of them around me, a mouth on my nipple, a tongue on my mating gland, and hands caressing my body.

Shaking, I move off Ace and onto the couch cushion. My underwear is absolutely ruined, and they need to come off.

“I need these off,” I whimper, tugging at the button of my jeans. “I?—”

“I’ve got you, Dev,” Ben whispers. He helps me out of my pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor.

They’re still clothed, and my entire body is exposed, my legs spread and my pussy bare on the couch.

Yet I don’t feel vulnerable or scared.

I feel powerful.

They look at me like something to be cherished. Connor makes a rumble low in his chest, Ace hums approvingly, and Ben lets out a choked breath.

“I need to come,” I say to all three of them. “Now.”

Ace is the first to respond. “Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles and slides to the floor so he’s kneeling in front of me. “Lift your legs, baby. Let me see.”

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