Gods, she tastes divine.
Sweet and musky, floral honey and omega need, the salt of it bursting across my tongue as she grinds her core against my trapped cock. The friction is maddening, the fabric of my pants rough against my shaft, and for a second, I see stars behind my eyelids. Her whine is all omega arousal and need.
“Enough.” Asher’s growl cuts through the haze, his voice vibrating with alpha command. “Soren. Satisfy her.”
I don’t argue.
One hand grips her hips. The other yanks my zipper down, freeing my cock in one ruthless motion. It juts between us, flushed and leaking, the veins standing out under the passing streetlights.
“I’ve got you, Omega,” I rasp against her ear as she rips her lips off Phoenix.
I lift her, her body light in my arms despite her squirming, and guide her slick heat onto my length. The first inch is torture, her pussy clenching so tight I nearly lose it right then, but then she sinks, her body yielding, taking me deeper, deeper, until I’m buried to the hilt.
“Fuck!”
Her scream is raw as her walls flutter around me. She’s so warm, so perfect, her inner muscles pulsing like she’s already trying to milk my release.
Then she moves.
Her thighs flex, her slick easing the way as she bounces on my cock, her breathy moans pitching higher with every downward movement. The vibration of her little gasps travels straight to my cock, and when her hips roll in another frantic circle, her slick gushes around me, scalding hot and plentiful. It slicks the crease of her thighs, smears across my abdomen as she grinds down, but it’s not enough for her.
Her fingers scrabble at my shoulders and her breath comes in shallow, hitching pants against my lips. Her heat isn’t just an ache. It’s an inferno, and she needs everything.
From all of us.
“Phoenix,” I grit out, tearing my mouth from her throat just enough to lock eyes with him. His pupils are black with lust, his lips parted as he watches her rideme, his cock visibly straining against his pants. “She needs extra friction. Can you suck her breasts?”
She casts a gaze at my bond brother. “Yes, Alpha. Please suck my breasts.”
Her walls clench around me in anticipation. Phoenix doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves, his smirk a flash of wicked intent before his fingers fist in the neckline of her dress. The fabric rips without preamble, yielding under his strength as he yanks it down, down, until her breasts spill free.
They’re perfect.
Fuller and heavier than when she first came to us half-starved the soft weight of them sway with every gasping breath she takes. Her nipples are already pebbled tight, dusky pink and begging. Phoenix exhales, his hands hovering for a heartbeat, fingertips brushing the undersides before he palms them both, thumbs flicking over her nipples in slow, teasing circles.
Emma chokes on a sob, back arching, cunt fluttering around me like she’s already close to reaching her climax just from this.
“Look at her. So beautiful,” Phoenix murmurs, voice thick with awe, before he ducks his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
Her half groan, half scream splinters me. Her hips stutter as pleasure short-circuits her control. My grip on her tightens, holding her steady as Phoenix switches sides, lavishing the same devastating attention to her other breast, teeth scraping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Slick drips from where we’re joined, her hips rocking erratically between the dual stimulation—my cock stretching her, Phoenix’s mouth on her breasts—until her thighs tremble and her cries fracture into mindless, pleading babble.
“Fuck, Omega,” Phoenix rasps. His tongue drags a slow stripe from the delicate underside of her breast to the stiff peak of her nipple before his lips close around her once more.
“Ah!” Emma’s cry is sharp, her fingers knotting in his hair, her hips jerking against me as pleasure jolts through her. The sound is raw, unfiltered, a broken note of ecstasy that makes my cock twitch inside her. Phoenix groans against herskin, the vibration sending another shudder through her body, and then he sucks, deep and deliberate, his teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper.
My mouth claims her other breast, my tongue swirling in slow, worshipful circles before I suck. The way she jerks, the way her cunt clenches around me, is fucking obscene. Her inner walls flutter, rippling along my length in erratic pulses, her body already teetering on the edge.
“Soren… oh Gods…”
Her legs lock around my hips and her slick gushes around my cock in hot, sticky waves. My balls draw up tight, my knot throbbing at her entrance, swollen and insistent, the thick base of it catching with every desperate rock of her hips.
So close.
Every drag of her body against mine has her gasping, her breath coming in ragged little pants against my lips. She’s dripping, her arousal coating my thighs, her scent saturating the air—honeysuckle and salt and pure, desperate omega need.
“I can’t hold on…fuck.” My voice is ragged, my grip bruising as I fight to hold on, to keep control for just a few seconds longer. “Gonna knot you, Omega,” I growl, my teeth scraping her throat. “Gonna fill you up so deep you’ll feel me for days.”