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When Phoenix switches to my other breast, biting down just shy of too hard, my moan is swallowed by Asher's kiss as my body clenches around nothing, desperate for more.

“That's it,” Soren murmurs against my neck, his hand sliding down between my thighs to find me dripping through my yoga pants. “Fuck, you're soaked for us.”

As if I could be anything else but saturated for them.

Asher draws back from our kiss just enough to watch me. His dark eyes track every desperate hitch of my breath, every tremble of my body caught between them all. His thumb brushes my swollen bottom lip, his voice a rough scrape of sound. “You need more, Moonbeam?”

I nod, my fingers twisting in his shirt, my hips rocking helplessly against nothing. Every nerve in my body is alive, sparking under their hands, their scents, their control.

Asher’s gaze flicks to Phoenix, still kneeling in front of me, his broad hands resting on my thighs. “She wants your mouth, brother,” Asher tells him, his voice thick with command. “Take these pants off her and make her come.”

Phoenix’s eyes find mine. His pupils are so dilated the blue is eaten by fathomless black. “Do you want my mouth on you again, Omega? You want me to suck your clit and make you come?”

I groan and slick floods down my thighs. I’m a hot sticky mess and I don’t care.

Let them see how much I desire them. Let them drink it up.

Consume it until their pores drip with the smell of me.

My omega lifts her head, hissing with agreement and for the first time ever she and I are both on the same page.

“Please, Alpha. I need…”

“Shhh, Omega. I’ll take good care of you.” Phoenix doesn’t make me wait. His fingers hook into my waistband, peeling my yoga pants down my legs with agonizing slowness, his calloused palms skimming my calves, my ankles, as he helps me step out of them. The cool air kisses my bare skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he looks up at me from between my thighs.

Gods, the way he looks at me.

All heat and hunger and dark, simmering desire.

His lips part. His breath comes faster. He’s always been quiet and steady, but right now, he’s wrecked. His scent deepens, turning storm-dark and possessive. “Look at me when I taste you, Omega.”

I drop my gaze.

And then his mouth is on me.

The first swipe of his tongue wrings a broken cry from my throat. He starts slow, teasing, lapping at my slick like he’s savoring it, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me still. “Fuck, Phoenix...”

I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, my thighs trembling. He groans against me, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure up my spine.

“You taste perfect,” he growls, before dipping his tongue inside me, fucking me with slow, relentless strokes.

Soren’s hands tighten on my waist, his lips brushing my ear. “That’s it, Butterfly. Let him ruin you.”

Asher’s whiskey scent is thick with approval, his fingers stroking my cheek. “Good omega, letting your alpha give you what you need.”

Phoenix’s mouth is merciless, his tongue circling my clit before sucking hard. Some sort of garbled sound falls from my parted lips. My back arches, my legs shaking, my breath coming in ragged sobs. I tilt on a precipice. Every muscle is locked tight and begging for release. “Please…Alpha…please.”

“Come for us,” Asher orders, his voice a dark caress.

The orgasm rips through me, my body locking up as pleasure blooms white-hot and endless. Phoenix drinks me down, his fingers biting into my skinas he rides it out with me, not stopping until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, collapsing back against Soren.

Asher catches my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “Beautiful,” he rasps.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Emma

Awhine crawls up my throat in a near breathless whisper, because I’m not done. My omega side grows stronger with each passing moment, and she needs all her alphas. Asher takes me in, his gaze roaming my face that no doubt looks as wrecked as I feel.

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