Page 67 of One Way Out

“Next time, just do it.” Omen chuckles and pulls the bottle from my lips. “Don’t ask, mate. You’re an alpha. Take charge and command the situation.”

Shaw growls from behind me, but I ignore him to focus on how hard Omen feels in my grasp. Leo is still inside me…I just think his dick might need a break.

Luckily, I have a team of alphas to take turns.

“You know, I’m kinda tired,” Leo says. “Why don’t you swap with me, Shaw?”

“That sounds like a good plan to me,” I groan.

Maybe if we actually get back to the sex, I’ll stop feeling so stressed. It’s hard to focus on the anxiety that makes no sense while getting pounded into oblivion.

* * *

My head is a foggy mess, but I enjoy the way Shaw ruts into me. He’s on his knees between my thighs, and his hold on my hips digs in almost painfully, but I’m not complaining. It feels like he’s owning me, and it makes my nipples bead as my tits throb.

Omen’s thick cock stretches my mouth to capacity, but I don’t have to do much. His fingers thread even tighter in my hair, and he guides me where he wants me. Several pillows had to be piled under my head to make this position possible, but it was so worth the extra effort.

My top half is mostly turned toward Omen, while my bottom half is flat with the mattress to make it easier for Shaw to wreck me.

Leo took up keeping watch, which was sweet, but I wish all four of the guys were here.

“I’ve heard omegas can be knotted orally,” Omen says, slamming his tip against the back of my throat. “That could be fun, but then there’s teeth and that whole thing of what the hell do you do if you panic with a knot in your mouth?” His fingers brush my cheek tenderly, and he guides me deeper with the hand in my hair. “Luckily, I don’t have to worry about that, and it might be good practice. Next time I hit the back of your throat, I want you to swallow for me.”

Shaw teases my clit, and that distracts me to the point I don’t process Omen’s words until his tip is sliding down my esophagus.

I go rigid as shock sets in.

My core locks down on Shaw’s shaft, and it’s like I don’t know what to do with myself. It could be that I’m not used to the position. My mouth is fine, but the full feeling in my throat is slightly uncomfortable.

My hand cradles Omen’s hip and ass, and my nails dig into his butt cheek.

It’s almost like a warning.

I’m not at my limit yet, but if he shoves much deeper down my throat, I think I might be.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. Don’t panic.” Omen freezes, tenderly brushing his fingers over my cheek. With him no longer moving, it helps lessen the fear, but I still have no idea how to manage breathing. “Pinch my thigh if you want me to stop.”

“You doing okay up there, princess?” Shaw asks, that slight country accent of his sounding especially thick.

Fat tears spring to my eyes as I struggle to keep from gagging, but I’m not prepared to tap out just yet.

“You’re amazing,” Omen coos. “Fucking perfect. Remember, you can breathe through your nose if you take shallow breaths.”

I nod as much as I can and work on calming my system enough that I can manage shallow gasps of air. Eventually my body realizes I’m okay, and my muscles loosen.

Shaw stopped thrusting at some point, but he still circles my clit.

It’s nice to see the two of them working together.

They’re the most antagonistic guys of the bunch, and the ones who I thought would have the hardest time getting along. Probably because Shaw takes everything so seriously, even if he cracks jokes or uses sarcasm to deflect, while Omen doesn’t take anything too seriously. He also uses jokes and sarcasm. Maybe that’s where they found common ground?

“Are you good?” Shaw asks again, gently pulling from my pussy and plunging back inside me.

I can’t speak, but my hand leaves Omen’s hip to give him a thumbs up.

“Good girl,” Omen says, tilting my jaw just a little until our eyes meet. “Now, relax and let us fuck your world up.”

It could be his words.

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