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Or the sexy little wink he offers before teasing his thumb over my jaw.

It also might be the way his tattoo-covered abs and obliques flex as he pulls free of my throat and thrust back down my esophagus.

It’s all too much, and my system seems to overload.

God, even his nipple piercings are hot as fuck.

Shaw chooses that exact moment to slam into my pussy so hard his tip bumps my cervix. He’s so hard it’s almost painful.

Apparently, it’s everything.

All the things they’re doing to me are on the verge of driving me insane.

Something deep inside me aches for their cum.

Shaw leans closer, planting a hand on the bed beside my shoulder. It brushes his pelvis over my clit as he pumps into me in deep strokes that make it hard to concentrate. He grabs my breast, squeezing tightly.

Euphoria rips through my system, and I didn’t even realize I was close.

Omen pulls from my throat. His cock comes to rest on my tongue as I moan and shiver through my orgasm. He seems to really like the vibration against his shaft, if the way his hand tightens in my hair is anything to go by.

He sends me something in the bond, and I think it’s him telling me how sexy I am…maybe. It’s hard to tell, but he’s close too, and he loves watching me come.

“Hold on tight, princess. We’re going to give your birth control a run for its money. Scream around his cock if you need to.” Shaw growls and flicks his fingers over my nipple as he gets as deep as he can get without knotting me. He bumps the bottom on each buck of his hips, but he just keeps slamming into me, and somehow my body takes it and converts it into more pleasure. “Fucking hell, my head is all messed up. I can’t decide if I want to come as deep as I can get or if I want to pull out and come all over your skin so I can rub it in. Literally paint your pussy and nipples with me.”

“Get ready, lovely. I’m about to flood your mouth.” Omen moans, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine as my pussy locks down on Shaw’s length. “You’re going to suck down every drop. If you spill any, I’ll make you lick it up.”

“Aww, fuck…” Shaw continues cursing under his breath and freezes. I’m overloaded, and it’s hard to know what to focus on, but I clench my inner walls and try to grind over Shaw while Omen spills hot cum all over my tongue.

My body sizzles, and their combined pleasure radiating in the bond sends my head into the fog. Every sensation is heightened, outside of my vision, but I close my eyes and just live in the moment, feeling everything.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Omen

My fucking chest gets warm and fuzzy as Saylor smiles around my cock. Her cheeks are rosy, and her eyes are hooded and glassy. I’m guessing she’s dick drunk and still riding the high of her orgasm.

Shaw pulls free of her cunt and rolls over, landing on his side on the other side of the bed. His chest heaves, but he’s got a lazy grin on his face.

I tug my cock free of Saylor’s lips, scooting back enough that I can bend close to her face. She’s still warm but not boiling alive like she was earlier. Her tongue swipes over her lower lip as I study her face.

Dammit.

I’ve never fallen in love before, so I’ve no way to tell if that’s what this is, but I think that warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest might be the beginning of falling in love.

Yeah, it’s quick.

The facility fast-track program from strangers to bondmates to falling in love all before you can blink.

I almost snort but settle for bending close and pushing my lips to hers. Her swollen lips part, and I shove my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like my cum, which soothes some weird-ass urge I have to make sure the world knows I own her.

That thought never held any appeal before. It does now, and I wouldn’t mind everyone knowing she owns me too. Maybe I’ll find a spot and get her teeth print tattooed on my skin. Smiling against her lips, I barely hold back the laugh. I’m pretty sure the only spots I have left are my arse and my cock.

Hmm.

Maybe for an anniversary present a year or two down the line.

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