Page 39 of One Way Out

Her tits heave with every shallow breath she sucks in. Her head bobbles. “Um…I’d much rather he not be so stubborn?—”

Shaw slaps her ass, and Saylor squeals.

I take a seat on the couch. “How do you want her?”

The alpha leads her over with her back to me. “Sit on his lap but face me.”

My hands land on Saylor’s hips as she scrambles to comply. Her hair ends up in my mouth, and I chuckle, pulling it free. It only takes another second to realize how hot her skin is against my palm that now rests on her stomach.

Coming off suppressants is inconvenient, especially when we have no way of guessing when her actual heat will hit. One of these erratic waves could start and just not end. It’s a hell of a time with everything we’ve got coming up with Amato.

Shaw pulls Saylor’s legs, and she slides over my hard cock. The friction feels fucking amazing, but I can wait. As the little omega struggles, trying to sit up enough to dive for him, I link my arms over hers, holding her in place. He’s got her ass hanging over the floor, but the rest of her lies against me. Although it’ll give him easier access if he decides to fuck her, I was under the impression she was going to suck him off.

Shaw settles on his knees, fisting his cock and staring at Saylor’s pussy.

I work my hands down, grab her knees, and loop them over mine. When I spread my legs a little wider, it opens her up even farther, and the unbonded alpha growls.

“You’re the one torturing the both of us,” the omega says sassily. “You could be knot deep right now, but you’re stubborn.”

“You’re a brat.” I tease my hand up her thigh and smack her clit. “Stop taunting him.”

“Only with you two,” she moans, her desire pulsing in the bond.

Bringing my hands to her tits, I pinch her nipples. She is warm, and she probably does need a knot or, at the very least, alpha cum.

At the same time, I can respect that he wants to take things slow to have the chance to atone for whatever went down between them in the past.

Saylor groans, and her back wiggles against my dick as her head rests against my chest. If Shaw takes much longer, she’s going to start dripping all over the floor. He knee-walks closer, planting a hand on her hip as he slaps his crown against her clit.

The little omega thrashes, and I hold her down.

“I’m going to come all over your pretty pussy, finger it back inside you, then we’ll let Valor lock it up tight,” Shaw says, smirking. “What do you think about that, princess?”

She groans, nodding wildly.

My knot throbs.

Yeah, that sounds pretty fucking incredible to me too.

Shaw leans over, capturing her mouth as his forearm flexes. Her feet bounce against my shins, and I do my best to trap them behind my calves.

She’s a wiggly little thing, and my dick aches, welcoming the friction.

A low growl rattles out of Shaw’s chest, and he pulls back. “Careful. You bite me, it makes me want to bite you back.”

“Do it,” she sobs, bowing off my lap. “Tasting me on your tongue was surprisingly hot. I’m an omega, dammit. I can take both of you at once and not break a sweat.”

I laugh.

She’s right about that.

My head tilts.

He’s tormenting her just a little. At least from up here, it looks like he’s circling her clit and sliding down to tease her opening before working back up again.

“Watching you clench around nothing is so fucking hot,” Shaw growls. “You’re drenched, baby girl.”

My thumbs flick over Saylor’s nipples, and her pleasure teeters close to the edge. The bond is a gift at times like these. It’s clear she needs just a little something, and tugging and pinching her nipples sends her orgasm spiraling through her system.

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