Page 108 of Storm
I shake my head quickly. "No," I breathe. "It feels amazing. Please don't stop."
Reassured, Fox returns, his confidence growing with each response he draws from me. Alex occasionally demonstrates, showing him how to use the flat of his tongue, how to circle my clit with the perfect pressure.
"Listen to her body," Alex murmurs.
Fox learns quickly. His tongue finds a rhythm that has me gasping, my thighs trembling as tension builds low in my belly. My hands find their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands.
"That's it," Alex praises, his voice rough with desire as he watches us. "You're doing so well."
Fox moans against me, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure spiraling through me. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as his tongue works magic against my clit.
"Fox," I gasp. "I'm close..."
Alex's hand covers mine where it rests in Fox's hair, a gesture that connects all three of us in this moment. "Let go, Storm," he encourages, his green eyes intense as they meet mine. "Show him how beautiful you are when you come."
His words, combined with Fox's tongue, push me over the edge. My back arches, a cry tears from my throat as pleasure crashes through me in waves. Fox stays with me through it all, his tongue gentling but not stopping as he works me through the aftershocks.
When I finally collapse back against the cushions, boneless and panting, Fox raises his head, his lips glistening with my slick, his eyes wide with desire. Alex leans down, capturing Fox's mouth in a deep kiss, tasting me on his lips. The sight of them together, Alex's larger frame enveloping Fox's smaller one. It does something to me.
When they part, Fox's eyes find mine. "Was that okay?" he asks, a hint of uncertainty creeping back into his voice.
I reach for him, drawing him up my body until we're face to face. "That was incredible," I tell him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting myself there. "Let me return the favor."
Fox's breath catches, his honey-chamomile scent spiking.
"Can we..." Fox whispers, though his body trembles with obvious want. "Can I make love to you?"
The question hangs in the air between us, loaded with meaning. My heart races at the thought, desire pooling low in my belly. I glance at Alex, uncertain how he'll react to Fox's request.
Alex's expression is warm, encouraging. "Only if you want that," Fox says, his voice gentle.
I look back at Fox, at his beautiful face flushed with want and vulnerability. "Yes," I whisper, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I want that very much."
Fox leans down, capturing my lips in a kiss that's deeper, more confident than before. His body settles between my thighs, the hard length of him presses against my core, drawing a soft moan from both of us.
Alex shifts beside us, his hand never leaving Fox's back, a constant reassuring presence.
Fox rests his forehead against mine as he positions himself at my entrance. Our eyes lock, a silent communication passing between us. Trust, desire, and something deeper… love.
Fox begins to push inside me, his eyes never leaving mine as he eases into me. The sensation is different from being with an alpha—Fox is smaller, the stretch less intense, but there's an intimacy to this connection that feels profound in a way I hadn't expected.
"You feel amazing," Fox breathes, his body trembling with the effort of restraint as he gives me time to adjust to him.
I wrap my legs around his slender hips, drawing him deeper. "So do you," I whisper, overwhelmed by the fullness, the rightness of having him inside me.
Alex watches us with heated eyes.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, the word becoming a mantra between us. "Both of you, so beautiful together."
Fox begins to move, setting a gentle rhythm that builds slowly, each thrust deeper than the last. His face hovers above mine, his expression one of wonder as he learns my body, learns how to please me. I meet his movements, our bodies finding a natural harmony that feels effortless.
"Storm," Fox gasps, his rhythm faltering slightly as pleasure overtakes him. "You feel so good."
Alex leans down, pressing kisses to Fox's shoulder, his neck, murmuring encouragement in his ear. His hand slides between our bodies, finding my sensitive bundle of nerves, adding another layer to the pleasure building within me.
"That's it," Alex encourages. "Just like that."
Fox's movements grow more confident with Alex's words, his body finding a perfect rhythm that has me gasping beneath him. The sensation of his omega body joined with mine creates something magical.
